C210 Gambling
C210 Gambling
That man!
The acquaintance of Ye Ling, William Bell, did not expect him to be here. It seemed that he came to gamble with a friend.
"It's you!" Zipper guy. " Towards this kind of narrow-minded man, Ye Ling would usually return the favor.
William Bell's face turned ugly for a moment, and Zhao Yan didn't forget to make another cut.
"What is a zipper man?" Zhao Yan stared at William Bell as she sized him up before asking curiously.
William Bell almost vomited blood when he heard Zhao Yan's question. If this shameful matter were to spread, even if he locked his face in the safe, he still wouldn't be able to protect his dignity.
"Ah!" Nothing, you must be here to see the ball! Together! My friends are there too, they're all London nobles and rich second generations. " William Bell was afraid that Ye Ling would say it out, so he quickly found an excuse to avoid Ye Ling's words. At the same time, he could also show off his contacts in front of Ye Ling.
Aristocrat, rich second generation? Ye Ling's eyes lit up. He was already rich. He hugged Zhao Yan's waist and said with a smile:
"Then let's go!"
"I didn't know Moo Qing had a boyfriend like you last time. I wouldn't have bothered."
His intention was obvious. He wanted Zhao Yan to understand that Ye Ling already had a girlfriend. Zhao Yan might slap Ye Ling in the face then leave angrily. His plan was good, but the result was cruel.
"It's good that you know." Ye Ling said lightly and walked forward with Zhao Yan in his arms.
On the other hand, not only did Zhao Yan not show any signs of anger, she seemed to have sunk into Ye Ling's body. She stuck close to him and revealed a happy smile at the corner of her mouth.
For a moment William Bell was stunned. He was not angry when he stepped on the two boats and asked Zhao Yan in disbelief:
"Aren't you angry? He already has a girlfriend. "
"Why should I be angry? Isn't it just a girlfriend? "I already knew that." Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment and looked at William Bell as if she was looking at a fool. Then she ignored him and tightly held Ye Ling's arm, happily allowing Ye Ling to hold her waist.
Seeing this scene, William Bell felt very upset. Zhao Yan's looks were not worth mentioning, so she naturally belonged to the ranks of the top beauties. Even though Ye Ling had a girlfriend, such beauties were still willing to be together.
Arriving at the luxurious spot, he saw the five aristocrats and the rich second generation sitting there chatting. They should be the friends that William Bell mentioned. Seeing Ye Ling and the others arrive, many of them set their eyes on Zhao Yan and directly ignored Ye Ling.
"Beauty, how about we have a meal together tonight?"
"Do you want to go to the castle to play? My family is one."
… ….
Many of the fuerdai courted Zhao Yan, wanting to woo her. Perhaps the oriental face reflected Zhao Yan in a completely different way, showing a different kind of beauty.
"I'm sorry everyone, I already have a man." Zhao Yan smiled as she leaned on Ye Ling, hugging his neck.
"En ~ ~"
After Zhao Yan's reminder, the five of them finally noticed Ye Ling, who was staring at them unkindly.
At this moment, a man dressed in a suit walked over. He looked at Ye Ling and the others with a polite smile and said,
"The competition is about to begin. Gentlemen, have you placed your bets yet?"
Tonight was a match between Manchester United and Bazaar, with many people betting on Bazaar's victory. Indeed, because most of the time Bazaar was ranked first, he was, of course, one of the top 20 clubs in the world. His strength didn't differ by much, depending on his condition and luck.
Hearing the bet, William Bell and the others' eyes lit up. Seemingly having found a way to embarrass Ye Ling, William Bell pretended to cough a few times and nodded.
"I bet five million euros on Bazaar."
The man in the suit was shocked, he didn't expect the customers at this table to bet so much, and then the other five people also bet more than 5 million euros. Because the bet was pretty big, it attracted a lot of fans, and a lot of people liked to watch the fun and enjoy themselves.
All of them had bet at least 5 million euros, if Ye Ling was less than that amount, he would definitely be despised.
In the end, when the suited man asked Ye Ling how much he wanted to bet, William Bell and the others were ready to make a mockery of him and win a round of bets.
Who would have thought that Ye Ling's face would suddenly turn so ugly. William Bell and the others were overjoyed. They thought that Ye Ling was in a difficult situation and really couldn't afford to bet so much money.
"I thought you were nobles and rich second generations, but I didn't expect you to bet so little that your dogs would eat your money."
Ye Ling's voice was so loud that almost everyone in the gambling club could hear him and they all looked over curiously.
For a moment, it was the six of them, William Bell and the others, who were embarrassed. They were despised by a nameless kid, and embarrassed to stay in the upper class of London because they had nowhere to hide their faces.
Under the gazes of others, William Bell and the others could not lose in any way. Moreover, they felt that Ye Ling was bragging and face-smacking as a fatty.
"What a joke. We will be lacking in money. Since you think that we have bet too little, then how much are you betting? We are all twice as much higher than you. What do you think?" William Bell and the six others said contemptuously.
"That's right! "This is the English aristocrat and the rich second generation that I know." Ye Ling raised his thumb and praised.
"It's good that you know this. Hurry up and leave!" The six people urged Ye Ling with faces full of pride.
At this moment, the suited man also walked into Ye Ling. He looked at Ye Ling and asked,
"Sir, how much do you want to bet?"
"That number, United." Ye Ling raised a finger at him and nodded.
"Pfft!" I thought it was ten million euros. " William Bell and the others couldn't help but laugh when they saw Ye Ling raise a finger. Isn't it just 20 million? They could still take it out, but the most important thing was to take this opportunity to humiliate Ye Ling.
"Twenty million, I bet." William Bell was the first to speak.
"Twenty million, I bet as well." The other five people bet 20 million euros one after another. Their confident looks stunned many people. The six of them enjoyed being worshipped like this.
The suited man understood. He took out his tablet computer and said to Ye Ling:
"Yes sir, ten million euros for United."
"Who told you it's 10 million? I usually use 100 million as my unit. Is 10 million for a bet that's interesting?" "There's no point at all. If you want to bet, then bet big. Seeking excitement!" Ye Ling raised his head and glared at the man in the suit.
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Whoosh …
As Ye Ling finished his sentence, the entire crowd burst into an uproar as they looked at Ye Ling in a daze. This was madness!
One hundred million euros for United!
The trenches!
Super trench!
This was what everyone was thinking. Today, no more than three people had bet 100 million. Not to mention that such a large bet would naturally resonate with others. The more they bet, the more exciting it would be.
"It can't be the Prince of Saudi Arabia, right? "The last time I heard about a Saudi prince who was holding billions of euros, it caused a sensation."
"Blind!" "It's obviously an Oriental face, where did this Saudi prince come from, but he's so rich."
"There's something to see. If the Oriental man were to bet a hundred million, William Bell and the other six would each bet at least two hundred million euros, or 1.2 billion euros. Wow!" "Just thinking about it makes it exciting."
… ….
Now that they heard other people talking about it, they couldn't help but smile bitterly. They had asked tens of millions of people for a friend or something like that to come together, but 200 million was simply impossible. Unless they asked from the family, how could their family give them 200 million to gamble with?
In the end, William Bell and the rest of the six could only pretend that they did not hear the rules clearly, and said shamelessly:
"The six of us are betting 200 million euros."
Together?
As William Bell finished his sentence, some of them began to despise the six of them. This couldn't be helped, better than fleeing with their tails between their legs! This way, they wouldn't be able to get a foothold in the upper class.
At the moment, it was still a good thing that only a few people despised him, not all of him. If he ran away, then he would be despised by everyone.
At least they had fought, and though they were a little rascally, they had still won. William Bell and the other six were secretly relieved and a little pleased.
"Sir, you bet a hundred million euros on Manchester United, right?" The suited man said happily as he suppressed the excitement in his heart.
This was related to his commission. If he were to bet 100 million euros on it, then the profit would be great. Just thinking about it made him excited.
"Who told you I bet a hundred million euros?" Ye Ling raised his head again and frowned.
The suited man was splashed by a bucket of cold water and his excited fire was put out in an instant. He was not staking 100 million euros for free. After feeling embarrassed for a moment, he said,
"I'm sorry Mr. Ye, I heard wrong, then you want to bet a few hundred million?"
When everyone heard Ye Ling's words, they couldn't help but be angry. Wasn't this setting off their mood? Initially, when he heard that the other party had placed a bet of a hundred million, he didn't think that it would be wrong. One could imagine how disappointed he was right now.
The eyes of William Bell and the others widened. So this kid didn't have that much money. Just as they were about to mock him, a single word choked their throats and rendered them speechless.
"10 billion!" Buy United! "
The sound was soft, but it was loud and clear in the entire space. As the sound spread, it constantly exploded in the ears of the people around them, as if a bomb had exploded beside their ears.
"First... Sir, it's. Is it the euro? " The suited man could not help but stutter, his heart almost couldn't take it.
"Euro!" Ye Ling replied.
"Pu!"
The six people of William Bell's group collapsed on the ground and looked at Ye Ling in disbelief.