Chapter 491 KO Artist

Some of the data is easy to find.

But there are some data that are difficult to understand.

But now the whole of Las Vegas is frantically looking for Feynman's traces, so the details about him have been completely exposed.

The Dulwich bookmaker he owns appears to be hanging under Donkin's boxing bookmaker, but in fact Feynman lost a lot of money in last year's fight between Mike Tyson and Bruce Selden.

He had to turn to some people for help, and eventually paid $3 million to keep his company until the start of the WBA heavyweight title.

His current assets are estimated to be no more than four million, while the joint and several guarantees assumed by the tournament committee are one million. If someone can win him five million dollars, then not only will he have to face the people who are currently chasing him, but the bookmakers that govern the boxing tournament will also demand that he pay him back......"

"That's it?"

"Five million dollars, that's not a small amount! And last year's match between the two sides Mike Tyson had the advantage, but in the end he was sentenced to lose, so the current bookmaker's odds are based on Mike Tyson winning, if someone bets on Evan Holyfield to win, and the bet is very large, it must be able to achieve such an effect......"

Alan was intrigued and asked. "David, how much do I need to bet on Evander Holyfield to win?"

"The maximum bet cannot exceed $1 million, although it can be purchased by different people to circumvent the upper limit of the amount, but the current odds of 1.38 require you to invest more than 10 million, and this is still in the case of a certain win. ”

Alan shook his head. "With so much cash I can support two or three projects, it's not worth the high cost of fighting alone......"

David smiled, took a sip of the coffee he had in hand, and was a little surprised to see that Fu Zheng had taken a pen and drew in circles on the odds chart of the Dulwich bookmaker. "Pay, do you want to bankrupt Feynman by buying lottery tickets?"

"Why not? He wouldn't know who made the bet anyway!"

With hundreds of times the odds, there is theoretically no possibility of winning the bet.

But this boxing championship that is destined to be recorded in the history of boxing events, how can Fu Zhengyi let it go in the current situation?

In less than five minutes, he handed Ran Ying the promotional color pages of eight bookmakers and asked Putnova to accompany her to buy them.

Thinking that Fu Zhengyi was joking, David laughed after telling his assistant to help him buy a lottery ticket. "Why do you want to buy so many homes? Are you really worried about paying for them?"

"Grow widely and harvest thinly, as long as one guesses correctly, you won't lose money!"

"Pay! The odds calculation of the bookmaker is quite rigorous, sometimes no less than the data provided by the actuary of the insurance company, although there will be upset games, but there must be all aspects of problems involved behind the scenes, if you try your luck and bet on the big upset, then you will definitely lose very badly......

"Who knows! I don't bet a lot anyway, every bookmaker only bets two million dollars, as long as I bet on a big upset with high odds, then I will definitely make a lot of money!"

Glancing at Allen, David saw that the other party was also full of confusion, he couldn't help but smile wryly and shook his head, thinking that it was incredible that he could make so much money in the financial market with such a heavy gambling nature.

More than ten minutes later, Ran Ying, who had gone to place the bet, came back accompanied by Putnova, with an extra brown paper bag in her arms, apparently containing the lottery ticket she had just bought.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Allen's assistant led the way in front and entered the arena through the internal passage of the Race Committee.

The deafening cheers made the whole arena boil.

The VIP seat, located directly across from the referee's seat, is not the best place to watch, but you can still see everything on the field after sitting down.

rarely watches boxing matches, Liu Meijia glanced at the situation on the field and said in amazement. "Oh my God, these two guys are so strong......"

"In the WBA heavyweight boxing championship, both of them weigh more than 200 pounds, Mike Tyson knocked out fifteen opponents in the first year of his debut, and each fight only used an average of 1.5 rounds, and it is said that his punches can reach up to 1,000 pounds, and ordinary people can't withstand a heavy punch from him!"

Speaking of this, taking out the information that Ran Ying had printed out, Fu Zhengyi continued with a smile. In addition, Mike Tyson, who was not yet 19 years old, had five of his opponents retire and stop competing in his first year, and that number still showed three in his second year. That's why he's also been dubbed a 'KO artist' by the media......"

"Oh my God, where is this still a man, this is a beast in human skin......"

Liu Meijia's surprise caused David, who was sitting next to him, to turn his face and signal that the game was about to start.

Bite......

It's game on!

Tyson stepped up, his left jab and his right hand, and the continuous combination of attacks made Holyfield look like a candle in the wind, and maybe he would be knocked out in the next moment!

However, Holyfield, who is taller than Tyson and has an advantage in arm length, adopts a fighting tactic of hugging once approached, and blocking it with a jab after opening up to prevent Tyson from getting too close!

Unlike those spectators in the arena who were hanging in the ring, Fu Zhengyi paid attention to Holyfield's tricks that were not easy to discover!

With the help of the moment of hugging, Holyfield took advantage of his height to hit the opponent, which caused Tyson's right eye socket to be quickly knocked out of a large gap.

During the break in the second game, Fu Zhengyi leaned into David's ear and said. "David, Holyfield has a lot of fouls, even if the referee can't see it, but the linesman should be able to see it, right?"

"I always felt that there was something wrong with this game, such obvious fouls were not stopped, and with Tyson's personality he would have gone crazy......"

"Oh, that's good news. Not only did I buy Tyson beating the referee, but I even bought a ticket that Tyson was angry and biting, and if I guessed correctly, I believe that a few bookmakers would lose a lot of money......"

"What? are you really buying them all?"

"Yes, as long as you bet on one, you won't lose, and if you bet on two, you will make a big profit, why not?"

You are engaged in the financial industry, and excessive gambling will lead to a decline in your ability to analyze and judge, which will affect your career development......

"The fund company in New York is managed by Tony Sr., and Bayside Securities also has a complete operation team, I feel that I have completed my life goals and can start enjoying life like Allen......"

Slanted a glance at Fu Zhengyi, although the other party was very serious when he said this, David would not believe it at all.

Bite......

Round 3 begins.

Ivan Holyfield, who continued to use the hug and headbutt style, dodged a left hook from Tyson with just 40 seconds left on the third countdown, and then crashed into Tyson's arms, but then let out a scream and jumped up in the ring!

Wow!

The tide of surprise made the atmosphere in the entire arena suddenly become feverish.

As the crowd stood up together, David was stunned. "Oh my God, didn't he? He bit Holyfield's right ear?"

Alan was also dumbfounded. "How can this be! It's so barbaric......"

Holyfield, who was wearing boxing gloves, could not touch his bitten ear, and could only hit his head with his fist and roar at the referee's box.

Staff rushed into the arena to separate the two sides.

The audience was in an uproar!

Less than eight minutes have passed since the opening.

The WBA heavyweight boxing championship that was originally worth looking forward to was stopped early after Tyson bit Holyfield's ear, and the boxing fans in the audience waved their fists and roared that the game was manipulated and shady!

"Tyson, the favorite to win the championship, is finished, but to manipulate the game in this way is too high for Don King's ability......"

Turning his face as he spoke, David glanced at the brown paper bag that was still being held in Ran Ying's arms. "Won? or lost?"

"No matter who bites whom, I can make a lot of money!"

After Fu Zhengyi finished speaking, seeing that the arena was crowded with staff and there was no need to continue watching, he stretched out his hand to signal Liu Meijia to prepare to leave.

Allen seemed to be a little sluggish, and when he saw Liu Meijia holding Fu Zhengyi's arm and preparing to leave, he stood up and said excitedly. "I didn't expect to win Holyfield and win, but the bet amount was less, just enough for us to go to the bar and sit down for a good bottle of wine......"

Fu Zhengyi saw that it was still very early, so he leaned into Liu Meijia's ear and asked. "If you go back to San Francisco now, will your private jet be usable?"

"Of course! The plane is handed over to Southwest Airlines, although the price is higher, but the service is absolutely satisfying!"

asked Putnova to accompany Ran Ying to redeem the lottery ticket, and when David got on the elevator, Fu Zhengyi said that he was ready to leave immediately.

David slapped his head in frustration. "Oh my God! I forgot that Miss Liu also owns a private jet, no wonder you didn't care when you left before!"

Alan smiled and teased. "You can buy it whenever you want, just remember that if anyone is selling a World War II aircraft, let me know immediately!"

David's expression grew more distressed. "Standing with you makes me feel inferior! One already owns twenty World War II planes and is preparing to open an airplane museum, the other can fly around on a private jet at any time, and only I need to honestly buy tickets and go through security ......" (to be continued. )