At this time, Ji Rou took the lead in placing a bet.

"Ten million, 100 times, buy England 2:1 to win!"

10 million, plus 100 times leverage, that is to say, Ji Rou bet 1 billion to buy England to win.

"It's like a gambling god, won't you be a stupid girl?" Yang Fei muttered, he didn't believe it, with England's stinky feet, how could he score two goals?

While speaking, he also noticed that Zhao Yaxin's face had a rich expression, as well as Chen Liu, as well as several rich people around him, whose expressions were also very exciting.

"Is this a real game?" Yang Fei touched Zhao Yaxin's arm.

As soon as Zhao Yaxin wanted to speak, Chen Liu preemptively said: "I often gamble, and I lose at least 20 million, his grandmother's, this woman is really generous, as soon as she makes a move, it is 10 million, 100 times leverage, directly 100 million, it's really amazing, not convinced!"

"So, is her bet real?"

"Of course it's true. ”

Zhao Yaxin finally interjected, and then said with a solemn expression: "Boss, I have several customers who play peripheral football lottery, Marseille in Xiangjiang, European Cup, Bundesliga, Serie A......

Every year, there are hundreds of billions of transactions, this club is not simple, since she is so sure, directly bet one billion, then there must be her credentials. ”

Yang Fei's heart moved when he heard this, and he suddenly remembered the news circulating on the Internet a while ago, saying that the European Cup game was actually controlled by a mastermind behind the scenes.

So he asked, "You mean she has something to do with those behind the scenes?"

Zhao Yaxin nodded.

The mastermind behind the European Championship is not something anyone can afford to provoke.

At this time, the more Yang Fei looked at Ji Rou, the more he felt that she was not simple.

In the room, the other nineteen rich men exchanged heads and ears, you look at me, I look at you, I can't make up my mind.

"Hahaha. Yang Fei's smile was very sudden, and it successfully attracted everyone's attention, and even Ji Rou's eyes focused on him.

"Then I also mean, 20 million, 100 times, bet on England to win 2:1, and follow the beautiful boss to win a little money for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Yang Fei said and smiled at Ji Rou.

"Interesting, Jiajun, this friend you know is really interesting. Ji Rou smiled and looked at Yang Fei ambiguously.

But Zhao Yaxin was taken aback, hurriedly took Yang Fei's hand, and said, "Boss, you have to be calm!"

Yang Fei patted her hand and gave her a reassuring look.

"Brother, you really bet 20 million, 100 times, that's 2 billion!" Chen Liu looked at Yang Fei with a shocked expression.

For him, two billion is not something that can be taken and shot.

"It's okay, everyone else has taken the lead in betting a billion, and I'm not afraid of losing. Yang Fei said lightly.

When he said this, his eyes were still looking at Ji Rou.

When Ji Rou heard Yang Fei's words, the ambiguity in her eyes became even stronger.

"It makes sense, then I will also bet 10 million to buy England to win. Chen Liu was influenced by Yang Fei and also bet, but he didn't dare to make a 100x leverage.

Some people started up, and other rich people also bet, some under 10 million, some under 5 million, but the most one is only 20 million.

The rich are very cautious, after all, everyone's money is not blown by the wind, except for Yang Fei.

Seeing this scene, Ji Rou smiled, clapped her hands, and suddenly several cheongsam beauties poured in from outside the door, each of them walked in with red wine in their hands, and handed the red wine to every rich man present.

"Then let's drink red wine and wait for the results!"

When everyone heard Ji Rou's words, they whispered.

"Is she really so sure England can win this game?"

"The strength of the French team this time is very strong, and it has won three consecutive Champions League titles, on the other hand, the English team has played more and more like the Chinese team in recent years, how can it win!"

"It's not as simple as you think, I've heard that in the last few major European leagues, there are people behind the scenes who are manipulating the results of the game, is this club connected with these behind-the-scenes masters?"

"Gee, I should have just gotten bigger. ”

"Why?"

"Have you forgotten Xue Yuanqing's identity, he is a financial giant, and I am not surprised to say that he has something to do with the mastermind behind the game. ”

"Makes sense......"

Hearing the sound of everyone talking, the corners of Ji Rou's mouth rose, revealing a smile.

And Xue Yuanqing, who was standing next to him, also had a smile on his face, a smile of confidence in his face.

Forty minutes passed quickly, with five minutes left in the game.

The current score is still 1:1, and the guests are a little restless.

"It's almost over!"

"England want to score another goal, and I think the difficulty is tantamount to the Chinese team qualifying for the World Cup. ”

'There are three minutes left, and unless a miracle happens, England will never be able to score the French goal. ”

To be honest, Yang Fei doesn't think England can win this game unless a miracle happens.

But can miracles really happen?

He turned to look at Ji Rou, this woman looked confident from beginning to end, and tasted red wine leisurely.

Yang Fei thought to himself that even if he were himself, he would not be able to be as calm as her.

It can be seen from this that this woman is not simple, and her calmness is not something that ordinary people can do.

Time entered a minute and a half of stoppage time in the blink of an eye, and just when Chen Liu complained: "Damn, I was cheated for five million again", a miracle happened.

An England number 10 charged with the ball and made his way past several defenders before he was ready to shoot.

Yang Fei and Chen Liu both stood up and shouted excitedly, "Shoot! Shoot!"

Ten seconds into the countdown, England's No.10 jersey shot hard and the goal went in!!

Then a small line pops up on the screen: England 2:1 France.

Unexpectedly, in the last ten seconds of the game, England beat the French team by one goal.

"Damn, I really won!"

"Hahaha, I can't believe it, England are in the finals!"

"yes, this time I made a lot of money!"

"I really regret it, why didn't you bet a little more just now. ”

In the room, the twenty rich people were in an uproar instantly, and everyone stood up and applauded enthusiastically.

While applauding, Yang Fei also used his mobile phone to check that England had indeed won a goal.

Ji Rou's conjecture was correct.

Yang Fei, Zhao Yaxin and Chen Liu glanced at each other, and they all saw a look of horror in each other's eyes.

At this time, the eyes of the audience looked at Ji Rou in unison.

Everyone on the scene was full of people, and they knew that in the game just now, someone must have pre-designed the result of the game, and England would win this semi-final by one goal at the last minute.

And what is certain is that Ji Rou does not have the ability to predict the future.

Then there is only one truth, they have someone who manipulated this ball game.

People in China can control European football matches thousands of miles away, which involves the complexity of forces and the confusion of interests, which makes people feel creepy when they think about it.

An organization popped up in everyone's minds - the "Party of Seven".

The Party of Seven originated in Italy and is an evil force that spreads all over the world.

There are often seven-person figures in film and television dramas, they wear suits and leather shoes, ties, and guns.

Like in the movie "The Godfather", they control countless industries, and all of them are a group of ruthless people.