Chapter 15: Trouble at the Door

*Bang! *

A beer bottle shattered on the ground, followed by Guanzaisen's cursing: "Damn, are these British guys too useless? They actually lost?"

"Hey, hey, hey, Brother Sen, have some public morality!"

Wu Feng, who was sitting on the side watching the live broadcast of the football match, said irritably: "This is a public place!"

"What public place or not, I lost quite a bit this time!"

Guanzaisen finally didn't attack the TV set broadcasting the post-match news, cursing angrily: "That was more than half a year's income for me, and now it's all lost!"

"Who told you to play so big?"

Wu Feng didn't sympathize at all, but laughed: "Already told you, don't be too blind!"

"Damn, you kid must have earned quite a bit this time, right?"

Guanzaisen restrained his temper, envious: "Should have listened to you kid!"

"Heh, Brother Sen, you were swearing that the British would definitely win!"

Wu Feng smiled: "How could you listen to other people's ideas?"

At this time, the World Cup had already progressed to the second half.

Guanzaisen's gambling addiction was not small. Not only did he spend quite a bit of money in Macau, but he also threw quite a bit of silver into the underground gambling tables with credibility. He estimated that it was really possible to be more than half a year's income.

After Wu Feng knew, he could only express: What a madman!

With this guy's status, plus the income of the venues he managed, about 100,000 a month was still there.

More than half a year's income was nearly a million. Even among the many big shots of first-tier societies, there were not many who could directly take it out and throw it into the water.

He naturally also invested some money, and the amount revealed was naturally not much.

Even if it was all profitable in the end, the profit would be at most 500,000 or 600,000.

Although it would still attract jealousy, there would absolutely be no long-eyed guy taking the initiative to come to the door to find trouble.

Of course, there

After all, since he was fostering a football atmosphere in the venues he managed, he had to have some common language with the drinkers who liked this sort of thing; otherwise, how could he get them to come back next time?

The reputation of the nightclubs on Shanghai Street still had a gap compared to Portland Street, which was also in Mong Kok.

In fact, he had also revealed his unique perspective on the World Cup.

He even used his own investment methods as evidence, and in the end, it proved that his choices were correct.

Earnings of several hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars were nothing, but one couldn't deny that this was a concrete demonstration of ability.

Not to mention ordinary drinkers, even the off-duty police officers who were attracted to the place gave high recognition to Wu Feng's capabilities in this regard.

At this point, as long as he showed his face in the nightclub, he would be grabbed to talk about his views on the upcoming matches.

It wasn't just simple idle chatter; it involved the real money invested by numerous drinkers, so how could they not take it seriously?

Come to think of it, Guanzaisen was a very obvious negative example!

This guy not only didn't mind investing, but he also liked to brag about it with great fanfare.

Whenever a match started, he would spout nonsense in the nightclub's football salon area, claiming he favored such-and-such team and how much he had invested in them.

The most bizarre thing was that he would also incite numerous football fans to invest along with him, claiming they would definitely make a fortune.

As a result, this guy was like a jinx incarnate; basically, all his guesses were wrong, and naturally, the large sums of Hong Kong dollars he invested all went down the drain, making him almost a laughingstock in the salon circle.

This time, Guanzaisen's investment had gone down the drain again, so naturally, he was depressed and threw a tantrum.

As a companion, Wu Feng didn't give him any face at all; he mocked him when he needed to and ridiculed him when he needed to—who told this guy to always be so self-righteous?

"Feng Ge, Feng Ge, the guests downstairs are asking for you to go over and talk!"

Just then, an underling came over and said, "They all want to hear Feng Ge analyze the upcoming matches!"

"These guys are really something!"

Wu Feng could only get up, muttering irritably, "Didn't I already say it before? They want to keep going?"

"Hehe, I guess they want to boost their confidence!"

The underling who delivered the message chuckled, "Actually, the brothers really want to hear it too!"

"Hear my ass, do you guys have that much capital to throw around?"

Wu Feng scolded with a laugh, "All of you, behave yourselves; if you don't have the capital, don't mess around blindly!"

"Sen Ge, you get some good rest, I'm going down to do my work!"

Before leaving, he waved at the sheepish-looking Guanzaisen, having no interest in dealing with the complex mood the guy was in, and walked slowly downstairs.

"This kid, how come it feels like he's living better and better?"

Watching Wu Feng's figure disappear, Guanzaisen felt very strange as he rubbed his chin.

"Sen Ge, he earned hundreds of thousands in a short time; his whole spirit is different!"

A trusted underling beside him muttered, "If it were me, I would have been showing off like crazy long ago!"

"Get lost!"

Guanzaisen said irritably, "With your pathetic look, you still want to get rich overnight? Keep dreaming!"

"Sen Ge, you can't burn bridges after crossing the river!"

The trusted underling said with a mournful face, "I listened to Sen Ge and didn't even keep money for food; I invested it all and lost everything. From now on, I'll only be able to mooch off others!"

"You guy..."

Guanzaisen was so angry his liver hurt; could this guy stop rubbing salt into his wounds?

On the other side, Wu Feng went downstairs to the lobby of the sauna.

"Feng Ge is here, hurry and tell us your views on the upcoming matches?"

There were several bathing pools in the lobby, and they were all full of guests; seeing Wu Feng, their eyes lit up and they shouted loudly, making the already lively atmosphere even more boisterous.

"Didn't I already say it? I favor the South American powerhouses to win the championship in the end!"

Wu Feng sat down on a chair and said irritably, "This World Cup is being held in the Americas, and their own football strength is not inferior to Europe's, especially the Samba Legion and the Pampas Eagles, both of which are top-tier powerhouses!"

"Economically speaking, both the countries where the Samba Legion and the Pampas Eagles are located are quite good; they don't need to give any face to the European football powers and can fully exert their own strength!"

"Plus the home-field advantage, unless the European powerhouses have astonishing strength and luck, there's basically no possibility of them winning the championship. Anyway, I don't favor them!"

Just kidding, in a world where the Soviet Bear existed, the South American countries were living quite well.

Especially the country where the Pampas Eagles were located; they had become a developed economy just by selling beef!

Their national strength wasn't weak, and their own economic strength was decent; at the very least, they didn't need to look at the faces of European powers, so naturally, they didn't need to be polite when meeting them on the pitch.

Moreover, the eighties and nineties were exactly when football talent in both countries was erupting; world-class superstars were emerging one after another, and their combat effectiveness was quite astonishing.

"Don't move, police inspection!"

Just as Wu Feng was holding forth, a team of police officers suddenly rushed in.

(End of chapter)