Chapter 302: with translation of chapter title

Tian Xiaofei even held a glass of champagne and walked up to Su Yang's face to provoke, "Country bumpkin, we gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Now we give you another chance, you just need to kneel here and kowtow, not even bark like a dog, okay?"

He was certain Su Yang definitely wouldn't do that, so he came over to humiliate Su Yang.

Zhang Jiangbo also said, "Don't push them, what if the Koreans end up winning? Maybe they've gone up the mountain to apprentice under a master, they know more than we do, understand more than we do."

Tian Xiaofei continued, "You don't understand football at all, the Koreans' only chance just now is gone, and you don't even bother to check their ability; those Korean losers, even if all eleven stood in front of the goal, they still couldn't score."

"Come to think of it, I've lived this long and never heard a person imitate a dog's bark; I bet it must sound quite lovely."

Liu Zixuan saw these people provoking like that, angrily said, "That's enough already; bullying people also has its limits."

"I'll warn you one thing: Jia Guolong is Jia Guolong, you Tian Xiaofei are you Tian Xiaofei, Zhang Jiangbo is you Zhang Jiangbo. If Zhou Ruohan really comes back, I'll see who you'll go crying to then."

However, Su Yang said, "What you say is not bad, the Mediterranean Fortress team is strong, but I also want to tell you, nothing is certain until the final moment; only those who laugh last are the true victors."

"By the way, you wanted to hear a dog bark, didn't you? I'll definitely make it happen later."

Having said that, he no longer bothered to look at those jumping clowns, and continued to savor the black beer before him.

I have to say, the taste of this black beer is much purer than anything he's drunk before.

As always, you can doubt their character, you can doubt their integrity, but you absolutely cannot doubt their food and clothing; they are definitely top-notch.

Ordinary people's beer and liquor in bars are 99.9% fake, but it can be said with certainty that what they drink is genuine.

Moreover, even extravagant things can be done—having them flown in directly from abroad.

Not to mention people like them; even the sons of some municipal leaders could manage it when they go crazy.

"Su Yang, you really have a big heart, you can still drink alcohol at a time like this."

"Fine, that counts as being a man. As long as you don't lose face later, I actually hope you can stay hard until the end." Liu Zixuan said coldly from the side.

Su Yang didn't even look at Liu Zixuan, "Whether I'm hard or not is none of your business."

After the Mediterranean Fortress took the lead, they employed their strongest suit—counterattacking defense—causing the game's pace to gradually slow, resulting in the Korean team's possession exceeding 60%.

After that, Ahn Jung-hwan's small-angle shot from the right side of the penalty area went wide of the far corner; in the 45th minute, Ahn Jung-hwan again took a low right-footed shot from 21 meters in front of the goal, but Buffon still gathered the ball into his arms.

At halftime, the Mediterranean Fortress team led 1-0. At this moment, everyone in the club again subjected Su Yang to a round of cold mockery and hot ridicule.

But Su Yang didn't care a bit; he drank black beer, ate seafood he'd never see in his lifetime in a town, occasionally gulped down a couple mouthfuls of red wine, making himself seem as if nothing was wrong.

Some even suspected Su Yang came just to mooch food and drink using this opportunity; apparently that 1 million isn't his, so he didn't take it seriously.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiangbo couldn't help but sneer again, "You country bumpkin, are you here to mooch food and drink? Oh, also true, you guys in the countryside would never see such good stuff in a lifetime."

The lobster in your hand was just flown in today, the red wine in front of you is from a Bordeaux estate; these are things you couldn't see on the market.

Learning a few dog barks to eat these things you'll never touch in a lifetime, then going back to brag about it is quite worthwhile.

We need to look beyond the phenomenon to the essence; everyone thought this jerk was here to play the gambling game, but turns out he's here to mooch food and drink. Quite scheming.

Su Yang just kept eating and drinking; anyway, he hadn't eaten much for dinner, so it was perfect to try something new and fill his stomach—why not?

When he had eaten his fill, he wiped his hands, looked at that provoking, oily-haired, powdered-faced guy and said, "The game's only half over; you'd better get lost wherever you came from, or don't force me to slap you here."

Although Su Yang's words were plain, after being humiliated and provoked repeatedly by Zhang Jiangbo and the others, a strong chill rose in his body.

If it weren't for that lobster just now making him feel a bit more comfortable, he would have given those two grandsons two big slaps right there on the spot.

What nonsense, repeatedly looking for trouble.

Of course, he mainly restrained himself for the sake of face regarding the 20 million and the two big projects; otherwise he would have already acted.

Seeing that Su Yang seemed ready to strike, Tian Xiaofei and Zhang Jiangbo only then returned to their own seats.

As always, in such occasions face is more important than anything; even if they held him down and beat Su Yang to a bloody head, nobody would say how awesome they are.

It's just basic operation, this shameless, despicable lowly basic operation.

But if those two were even slapped by Su Yang or spat at, they'd be tossed to their grandmother's house.

The match continued; although the Korean team played dirty, constantly making small moves, the Mediterranean Fortress didn't indulge them—shoving, kicking—as a result yellow cards flew frequently on the field.

During this period, the Mediterranean Fortress team had multiple shots on goal, but each lacked a bit of luck.

Watching this made those people on site anxious; they not only placed bets here, but also seriously bought outside bets on the Mediterranean Fortress winning by a large margin over the Korean team.

As the match ticked away second by second, a look of disappointment actually appeared on their faces; a world-class strong team playing such a weak team, yet not leading by a large margin, this completely exceeded their expectations.

Even though they were disappointed and Jia Guolong was enough for them, anyway they were sure to win this time; any losses on the outside bets could be recouped here.

Especially Zhang Jiangbo also said, "This country bumpkin really has something wrong with his brain; I suspect he really came just to mooch food and drink."

"Even if you don't understand football, even if you don't know the details of gambling wins and losses, you damn well still lack brains to bet on the score there."

"Can people actually guess the score? If one could predict the exact score, you wouldn't need to do anything; a single World Cup would be enough to eat for three lifetimes."

They were still talking when the clock reached the 88th minute; the Korean team, with a two-over-one combination in front of the penalty area, Seok Ki-hyeon low-shot into the lower right corner, equalizing the score.

The Korean team scored!

At that moment, the big screen kept switching to images of Korean fans with tears in their eyes, wildly celebrating, while the crowd on site fell silent.

Each one stared at the big screen as if their own father had died; they never dreamed the Korean nation could score a goal, this feeling was utterly unreal.

How could the Korean team manage? To be able to score a goal,

After a brief silence, feelings of disappointment and anger spread throughout the club.

"Holy shit, did the Mediterranean Fortress take money?"

"What the hell, how could the Korean team score?"

"Is the Mediterranean Fortress's backline all eating shit?"

"Damn it, I lost a sports car this time."

"You only lost one sports car? I've put my entire life savings into this match. Damn it, it's absolutely a black whistle, absolutely a fixed game."

At the same time those people were angrily cursing, Liu Zixuan looked at Su Yang with a face full of disbelief.