Chapter 11: Fiery World Cup

Late May 1986, the Mexico World Cup was about to open.

Wu Feng, as a professional web novelist in his previous life, had a very wide range of knowledge and information.

Sports, as a branch of web novels, plus being a fake football fan in his student days, he had read quite a few high-quality football novels and had some impressions of the Mexico World Cup.

For example, the "Hand of God" had been talked about by England fans for nearly forty years!

Old Ma also achieved his "Football King" title with this World Cup championship!

Hong Kong, as a British colony, also had a quite rich football atmosphere.

Of course, for Hong Kong citizens, the World Cup was a quite good betting target!

The casinos in Macau had already opened gambling tables for the World Cup, absorbing gambling capital from all over East Asia and Southeast Asia.

Societies with strength in Hong Kong also joined in the fun and opened external gambling tables. The number of participating gamblers was astonishing, and the flow of gambling capital was not a small number.

With the opening ceremony of the World Cup about to start, the whole of Hong Kong seemed to be affected and became restless.

The guests in nightclubs, saunas, and finger-pressing rooms that Wu Feng contacted most often, besides talking about women, mostly talked about football and the World Cup.

He simply posted the battle tables of all the World Cup teams in prominent positions in these entertainment venues, as well as the timely odds tables of Macau casinos, for guests to point out the country and express their opinions.

No matter what era, the favorite thing for fake fans was to point out the country with spit flying, as if they had already determined the World Cup champion.

Seeing such a lively scene, Wu Feng simply authorized the managed night venues to set up special football commentary salons, allowing guests with interest to talk to their heart's content.

Unexpectedly, the business of the night venues became better and better!

Not only beer sales, but even the takeout business of the food stalls outside became quite hot.

Even, he often saw police from the Mong Kok Police Station coming here to drink and relax after work.

He immediately reacted; this was satisfying the bragging needs of some guests.

Thinking of the various businesses derived during the World Cup in later generations, he suddenly had the idea of imitating it. Trying it didn't cost much Hong Kong paper, it was just a bit energy-consuming.

But before he could act, Shuifang Brother Niu, whom he had met once before, suddenly called.

There was no other matter, just that this guy opened an underground gambling table, the so-called external betting point, for the Mexico World Cup in the name of the society.

He knew that the night venues managed by Wu Feng had been booming recently and attracted a large number of football fans and fake fans, so he must be willing to participate in World Cup betting, so Brother Niu hoped that Wu Feng could open a betting line in the night venues.

Wu Feng agreed straightforwardly. Anyway, Hong Yi didn't open an underground gambling table for the World Cup, and there was no conflict of interest. It was just that he made it clear on the phone about the rebate split, and he would absolutely not participate in the underground gambling table affairs himself.

Of course, he didn't print the betting phone directly in a prominent position, but mixed it in the collection booklet of World Cup star players. Those who understood, understood.

It could only be said that global information was not developed in this era, and for Wu Feng right now, it was naturally a lot of benefits. The commercial development of European football was completely incomparable to later generations.

The ability of public opinion in various countries to create stars was naturally incomparable to later generations.

That is to say, the number of top star players famous in European leagues was much smaller than in later generations.

In this way, it was naturally easier for Wu Feng to cut out the upper-body photos of famous players participating in the World Cup from the sports columns of newspapers.

Integrating the photos together, and then finding a printing factory to specifically print star color photos and compile them into a booklet.

Such a booklet of star color photos was sold for thirty Hong Kong dollars in night venues with a strong football atmosphere, and it was sold quite hotly, even attracting the attention and imitation of Guanzaisen, the red-hot chicken of Wo Shing.

"I say Brother Sen, do you have to be so shameless? You don't even let go of such a small business?"

In the private room of the Big Rich Sauna, Wu Feng cursed Guanzaisen, who was on the side, irritably: "Went into the money eye?"

"Damn, the small business in your mouth is selling more than three hundred star color photo booklets in one night?"

Guanzaisen was wrapped in a bath towel, lying lazily, and cursed back: "Earning ten thousand Hong Kong paper in one night, not much worse than me!"

"What's even more annoying is that the so-called special edition you made actually sells for one hundred a copy. But those drinkers buy it quite happily. What kind of world is this?"

"As if I didn't pay brainpower and sweat?"

Wu Feng said irritably, "To figure out the specific physical condition of those star players, as well as their positions and performance on the field, I bought quite a few related videotapes and newspapers, and I only figured it out after watching until I almost vomited. If I don't sell it expensive, I'll be too at a loss!"

That's right, besides selling the most basic star color photo booklets in night venues, he also made a "special edition" star data collection booklet, selling for one hundred Hong Kong dollars!

It was just imitating the player database in football games in later generations, which could be considered a beggar's version.

It only contained simple information like height, weight, and preferred positions; it was crude, but it was genuinely popular with both real fans and casual fans, and selling one hundred and fifty copies in a single night was no problem.

Adding the two kinds of star booklets together, he could earn more than twenty-five thousand a day.

And this speed of making money could be maintained for about half a month!

In fact, he also thought of posters, as well as exclusive jerseys and sneakers of major star players, etc., which could earn millions during the World Cup.

If there was a large enough platform and professional people to help, if he couldn't earn tens of millions during this World Cup, it would be his own problem.

Unfortunately, this kind of money was not something he, right now, had the ability to earn.

Once the scale was large and attracted jealousy, the strong men of big societies would take action to rob the cake.

Guanzaisen on the side was the best example; he went up when he saw benefits, without any regard for face.

It wasn't that Wu Feng hadn't thought about taking the opportunity to open a company and make it more formal.

As a result, after asking a lawyer, he gave up such thoughts and ideas.

To put it bluntly, the set he played involved the portrait rights of many star players, and even the interests of the clubs and sports companies behind them.

In essence, it was still walking on the edge of the law. Once the scale of the funds involved was large, it was easy to be slaughtered directly as a fat sheep, and finally wear a criminal hat to go to Stanley Prison for further studies.

The scale right now was just right; he could eat meat, and the society could also get rich together.

The venues under his cousin didn't play so fancy, but they also imitated it, and the business was much better.

To avoid trouble, those star color booklets were not sold in the venues over there.

Even the Blue Lanterns under him could live a comfortable life with money to earn and spend for a few days!

The work of delivering takeout to guests was all wrapped up by the Blue Lanterns under him, and the running fee was not small.

Even if someone came to find trouble, it could be pushed to this being a personal private act. There were quite a few underlings willing to take the blame for this and eat free public meals. Anyway, it wasn't a big deal, at most a year or two.

Seeing Guanzaisen looking proud and having taken a big advantage, Wu Feng's heart moved, and he said directly: "Brother Sen, why don't we cooperate during the World Cup?"

"How to cooperate?"

Guanzaisen was curious, "Want to open an external gambling table with me?"

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