Chapter 68
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Chen Ai Ting
Chapter 68
The more John Hunter looked at it, the more something was wrong, and the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't sit still.
The two sides ended 4:0 in the first half, and Southampton can almost be said to be sure of victory.
But in the second half, the team from the south coast had no intention of stopping at all. They simply wanted to beat the home team Charlton to death. The momentum seemed to treat Charlton as a deadly enemy.
Soon, Southampton scored two goals in a row in the second half, Zlatan Ibrahimovic scored a hat-trick, and Adam Lallana also scored a goal, which quickly expanded the total score to 6:0.
This time, John Hunter finally couldn't sit still.
He bet 50 pounds, and now he has lost six goals, which means that he has lost a total of 300 million pounds.
For their family's total assets of over [-] million pounds, it is indeed not a lot.
But the problem is, he has no money to pay back at all!
I'm afraid I won't be able to make up 50 pounds, so where's the 300 million pounds?
The group of rich second generations around John Hunter also had the same thoughts.
Football games are always just one or two goals, three goals is a lot.
So when they bet, they were encouraged by John Hunter to go all out and bet all their net worth.
But now, after losing six goals, how can they pay back?
"Master John, what should we do now?" A servant beside him came over and asked with a mournful face.
John Huntel looked down the aisle and found that Yang Huan and Wilkinson were sitting in the middle. They didn't seem to be paying attention to them. His heart suddenly relaxed, and he felt a little lucky, "What should I do? Let's go first and then talk about it."
"Leave?" Someone was scared, "But we signed the note."
"What are you afraid of?" John Hunter decided to start playing the rogue, "This is England, not their China, so what if you sign the note? Could it be that he can still eat us?"
Everyone thought, yes, this is England, he is a guy from a foreign country, how dare he do anything to them?
Besides, let's run home first, this Chinese boy is not familiar with the place where he was born, so he may not be able to find them.
If it really goes to court, they will be gambling underground, which is not legal at all.
The so-called legalization of gambling in the UK refers to formal channels, but they are not formal channels.
"That's right, he's still the owner of Southampton. The owner of the Saints gambles. It's really a big deal. Let's see who is unlucky!"
"That's right, why didn't I think of it."
"Master John is still smart, he has thought of this trick a long time ago, it seems that we are invincible!"
Being flattered by his followers, John Huntel felt more and more complacent as he thought about it. He laughed and waved his hand, "Let's go first, leave them alone."
"Okay, let's go first!"
Ten or twenty people stood up with a shout, but they didn't dare to make too much publicity, for fear of waking Yang Huan who was in the distant stands.
But when they were about to leave, they found someone blocking the aisle.
"Sit back for me!" Long Wu clasped his hands and blocked the two rows of aisles.
"Master Jiahuan said, you guys, don't think about leaving!"
John Huntel felt guilty, he didn't expect that he had prepared for it long ago, but seeing Long Wu alone, his heart became fatter, and he asked, "Why do you keep us here?"
Long Wu's sharp eyes stared at this rich second generation, he had long disliked this guy.
He is also a rich second generation, and Young Master Huan is tall, rich and handsome. No matter how you look at him, this guy is short and fat.
"Just rely on my fist!" Long Wu clenched his fist and made a crackling sound when he said harsh words.
"Don't blame me for my ugly words. Anyone who dares to leave the seat without authorization will be thrown from here."
When he said this, all the rich second generations were frightened.
Rich people are usually afraid of death ghosts, especially this group of rich second generations born with golden keys in their mouths, how can they be willing to die?
"I'll count to three, whoever is still standing, I'll take him to the knife!"
After finishing speaking, Long Wu didn't care what the group of guys thought, and just started counting.
"One...two..."
Before calling three, this group of guys have already run back one by one, sitting more upright than elementary school students.
"Damn, bastard!" Long Wu cursed.
He hoped that someone would break through so that he could beat him up hard.
Thinking about it, it's been a long time since he beat anyone up, and it's been a long time since he fought anyone, it's so itchy.
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Southampton eventually beat Charlton 8-0 away at the Valley Stadium.
This hearty victory not only created the largest victory in League One in the past few years, but also the most amazing victory for Southampton in recent years.
All the more than 4000 Saints fans who followed the team to the away game were crazy.
After the game, the team, led by captain Adam Lallana, thanked the fans who came with the team.
Harry was in the stands, beating the drums vigorously, leading the fans to sing and cheer.
Eight goals defeated a strong enemy. The victory in this game not only showed Southampton's strong offensive firepower, but also showed all fans Southampton's sexy and gorgeous offensive football for the first time.
While the players were cheering and applauding from the fans, Yang Huan was in the stands, receiving congratulations from Wilkinson.
Although Charlton's chairman Murray was upset because of the team's loss, he even felt that Southampton didn't take into account the home team's face, and even blindly bombarded Charlton with eight goals, but he was a little dissatisfied.
But these can't be written on the face, they can only be remembered in the heart, looking for opportunities to take revenge.
Yang Huan didn't take these things to heart. Now that the team has won the game, he himself has also won the game, and he is in a good mood.
After bidding farewell to Wilkinson and Murray, accompanied by Zhang Ning, Nicola Cortes, Sun Yue and others, Yang Huan walked up to John Hunter and others, and nodded without missing a single one.
Nodding appreciatively at Long Wu, Yang Huan turned to look at John Hunter.
"Eight goals, that is 400 million, Master John, thank you very much!"
A total of 160 million pounds was collected, which means that Yang Huan has now earned 320 million pounds.
If you think about it, it's not much, not enough to buy Neuer or Vidal.
Barely enough to pay Zlatan Ibrahimovic's salary.
Cough, why didn't you bet a little higher just now?
Bet 500 million, that would be fun.
John Huntel now has the heart to kill Yang Huan. Since Master John has been in London for so many years, when has he ever been insulted like this?Not to mention being collected face to face by a foreigner.
But there is a saying that goes well, when people are poor and short of breath, if they owe debts and pay back money, if they have no money to pay back, they should pretend to be grandchildren.
"Isn't it just 400 million? Well, I don't have that much cash with me now. Give me a bank account and I'll remit it to you later!" John Hunter said with a smile.
It seemed as if he didn't take 400 million to heart at all.
"Yes, give us an account, and we will remit it to your account later."
"I'll give it to you another day for a million pounds!"
His group of little followers also followed his words.
Who would bring millions to the streets for no reason?
Yang Huan laughed after hearing this, and stared at John Hunter and the others, "But I don't trust you, what should I do?"
John Huntel's smiling face froze, "You... who am I? Are you still afraid that I will renege on my debt?"
"Yes, I'm afraid that you will renege on your debts. Whom shall I ask for?"
Yang Huan is not stupid. There is no legal protection for such things as gambling. Who knows if this group of guys will play hooligans and run away without seeing anyone? Who will they cry to?
At the beginning Liu Mingwei knew everything about himself, so he was still afraid of repudiation.
It can be seen from this that this kind of matter still needs to be settled face to face.
John Hunter lost his mind at this moment, and simply spread his hands, "Then you can see for yourself, anyway, I don't have any money with me."
Yang Huan had expected it a long time ago, and he was not angry. He found a place to sit down with a smile, "Then wait a little longer."
John Hunter and others couldn't figure out what Yang Huan was thinking.
But since he said he wanted to wait, let's wait.
So a group of people could only sit down again.
About 5 minutes later, I saw a little fat man walking out of the elevator briskly, dripping with sweat.
"Master Huan, I'm coming!" Kesh Harris said out of breath.
As soon as Yang Huan saw this investment consultant from the City of London, he slapped his hands on his thighs, stood up and went to meet him.
"Sorry to bother you, Kesh."
Kesh Harris was panting, but he didn't dare to show any disrespect to Yang Huan. You know, Yang Huan spent more than 1 million euros in the transfer market this summer, but it was all through his funds, and he also made a lot of money from it.
There is no need to say more about the increase in fame and influence.
"What did Master Huan say? If you say a word, I will come in the water and go in the fire. I didn't say anything!" Kesh Harris was very righteous.
Yang Huan didn't try to guess what he meant by saying this. For him, as long as this person is trustworthy, that's fine.
"Kash, I'm in a little trouble."
"Trouble? What trouble?" Kesh Harris glanced at John Hunter and the others. He recognized John Hunter. When the Hunter family bought shares in Charlton, he personally handled it.
In addition, some of the other people he knew, or had business dealings with the family behind them.
John Hunter and others also know Kesh Harris. The City of London is only that big. Who doesn't know this little fat man with all-hands and eyes?Even if you haven't met, at least you have seen it in the newspaper, right?
When they saw Kesh Harris coming, they all screamed in their hearts.
"Just now they gambled with me. We signed a contract, and I won, but they spread their hands and took off their pants. They have no money!"
When Kesh Harris heard it, he was secretly happy. Isn't this just playing hooligans?
Looking at John Hunter again, he secretly laughed in his heart. If the old Mr. Hunter knew about this, he would probably lose his skin if he didn't die. You know, the Hunter family is famous for its strict tutors.
It's okay to lose money, but if you want to renege on the money you've lost, that would be a great shame.
The Huntel family prides themselves on being a respectable family in London, and absolutely would not allow such a thing to happen.
"Master Huan, they are all well-known and wealthy children in London, so they shouldn't renege on their debts."
Yang Huan hummed, "If the number is less, I believe it won't be possible, but if the number is more..."
After hearing this, Kesh Harris' eyelids twitched, "Master Huan, are you betting big?"
Yang Huan walked over with a smile. He is now a winner, so naturally he wants to hold his head up and his chest down.
Walking over, pointing to John Hunter, "Master John bet £50."
"Oh, 50 pounds, not much." Kesh? Harris replied.
"But he lost eight goals." Yang Huan added with a smile.
"Eight balls... what? Lost eight balls?" Kesh Harris lost his voice when he realized it.
John Huntel lowered his head, his face full of shame and annoyance, why was he dazzled just now?
"One goal is 50 pounds, eight goals is 400 million pounds."
Kesh Harris looked at John Hunter in disbelief, 400 million pounds, what kind of prodigal would it take to do such a thing?
John Hunter was full of remorse, who knew he would lose eight goals?
"As for the others, all together bet 110 million pounds. If you lose eight goals, you can do the math yourself."
When Kesh Harris heard it, he almost fell down on the seats in the stands.
He finally understood why Yang Huan said he was in trouble.
Is it so easy to collect gambling debts of over tens of millions of pounds?
(End of this chapter)
The more John Hunter looked at it, the more something was wrong, and the more he looked at it, the more he couldn't sit still.
The two sides ended 4:0 in the first half, and Southampton can almost be said to be sure of victory.
But in the second half, the team from the south coast had no intention of stopping at all. They simply wanted to beat the home team Charlton to death. The momentum seemed to treat Charlton as a deadly enemy.
Soon, Southampton scored two goals in a row in the second half, Zlatan Ibrahimovic scored a hat-trick, and Adam Lallana also scored a goal, which quickly expanded the total score to 6:0.
This time, John Hunter finally couldn't sit still.
He bet 50 pounds, and now he has lost six goals, which means that he has lost a total of 300 million pounds.
For their family's total assets of over [-] million pounds, it is indeed not a lot.
But the problem is, he has no money to pay back at all!
I'm afraid I won't be able to make up 50 pounds, so where's the 300 million pounds?
The group of rich second generations around John Hunter also had the same thoughts.
Football games are always just one or two goals, three goals is a lot.
So when they bet, they were encouraged by John Hunter to go all out and bet all their net worth.
But now, after losing six goals, how can they pay back?
"Master John, what should we do now?" A servant beside him came over and asked with a mournful face.
John Huntel looked down the aisle and found that Yang Huan and Wilkinson were sitting in the middle. They didn't seem to be paying attention to them. His heart suddenly relaxed, and he felt a little lucky, "What should I do? Let's go first and then talk about it."
"Leave?" Someone was scared, "But we signed the note."
"What are you afraid of?" John Hunter decided to start playing the rogue, "This is England, not their China, so what if you sign the note? Could it be that he can still eat us?"
Everyone thought, yes, this is England, he is a guy from a foreign country, how dare he do anything to them?
Besides, let's run home first, this Chinese boy is not familiar with the place where he was born, so he may not be able to find them.
If it really goes to court, they will be gambling underground, which is not legal at all.
The so-called legalization of gambling in the UK refers to formal channels, but they are not formal channels.
"That's right, he's still the owner of Southampton. The owner of the Saints gambles. It's really a big deal. Let's see who is unlucky!"
"That's right, why didn't I think of it."
"Master John is still smart, he has thought of this trick a long time ago, it seems that we are invincible!"
Being flattered by his followers, John Huntel felt more and more complacent as he thought about it. He laughed and waved his hand, "Let's go first, leave them alone."
"Okay, let's go first!"
Ten or twenty people stood up with a shout, but they didn't dare to make too much publicity, for fear of waking Yang Huan who was in the distant stands.
But when they were about to leave, they found someone blocking the aisle.
"Sit back for me!" Long Wu clasped his hands and blocked the two rows of aisles.
"Master Jiahuan said, you guys, don't think about leaving!"
John Huntel felt guilty, he didn't expect that he had prepared for it long ago, but seeing Long Wu alone, his heart became fatter, and he asked, "Why do you keep us here?"
Long Wu's sharp eyes stared at this rich second generation, he had long disliked this guy.
He is also a rich second generation, and Young Master Huan is tall, rich and handsome. No matter how you look at him, this guy is short and fat.
"Just rely on my fist!" Long Wu clenched his fist and made a crackling sound when he said harsh words.
"Don't blame me for my ugly words. Anyone who dares to leave the seat without authorization will be thrown from here."
When he said this, all the rich second generations were frightened.
Rich people are usually afraid of death ghosts, especially this group of rich second generations born with golden keys in their mouths, how can they be willing to die?
"I'll count to three, whoever is still standing, I'll take him to the knife!"
After finishing speaking, Long Wu didn't care what the group of guys thought, and just started counting.
"One...two..."
Before calling three, this group of guys have already run back one by one, sitting more upright than elementary school students.
"Damn, bastard!" Long Wu cursed.
He hoped that someone would break through so that he could beat him up hard.
Thinking about it, it's been a long time since he beat anyone up, and it's been a long time since he fought anyone, it's so itchy.
…………
…………
Southampton eventually beat Charlton 8-0 away at the Valley Stadium.
This hearty victory not only created the largest victory in League One in the past few years, but also the most amazing victory for Southampton in recent years.
All the more than 4000 Saints fans who followed the team to the away game were crazy.
After the game, the team, led by captain Adam Lallana, thanked the fans who came with the team.
Harry was in the stands, beating the drums vigorously, leading the fans to sing and cheer.
Eight goals defeated a strong enemy. The victory in this game not only showed Southampton's strong offensive firepower, but also showed all fans Southampton's sexy and gorgeous offensive football for the first time.
While the players were cheering and applauding from the fans, Yang Huan was in the stands, receiving congratulations from Wilkinson.
Although Charlton's chairman Murray was upset because of the team's loss, he even felt that Southampton didn't take into account the home team's face, and even blindly bombarded Charlton with eight goals, but he was a little dissatisfied.
But these can't be written on the face, they can only be remembered in the heart, looking for opportunities to take revenge.
Yang Huan didn't take these things to heart. Now that the team has won the game, he himself has also won the game, and he is in a good mood.
After bidding farewell to Wilkinson and Murray, accompanied by Zhang Ning, Nicola Cortes, Sun Yue and others, Yang Huan walked up to John Hunter and others, and nodded without missing a single one.
Nodding appreciatively at Long Wu, Yang Huan turned to look at John Hunter.
"Eight goals, that is 400 million, Master John, thank you very much!"
A total of 160 million pounds was collected, which means that Yang Huan has now earned 320 million pounds.
If you think about it, it's not much, not enough to buy Neuer or Vidal.
Barely enough to pay Zlatan Ibrahimovic's salary.
Cough, why didn't you bet a little higher just now?
Bet 500 million, that would be fun.
John Huntel now has the heart to kill Yang Huan. Since Master John has been in London for so many years, when has he ever been insulted like this?Not to mention being collected face to face by a foreigner.
But there is a saying that goes well, when people are poor and short of breath, if they owe debts and pay back money, if they have no money to pay back, they should pretend to be grandchildren.
"Isn't it just 400 million? Well, I don't have that much cash with me now. Give me a bank account and I'll remit it to you later!" John Hunter said with a smile.
It seemed as if he didn't take 400 million to heart at all.
"Yes, give us an account, and we will remit it to your account later."
"I'll give it to you another day for a million pounds!"
His group of little followers also followed his words.
Who would bring millions to the streets for no reason?
Yang Huan laughed after hearing this, and stared at John Hunter and the others, "But I don't trust you, what should I do?"
John Huntel's smiling face froze, "You... who am I? Are you still afraid that I will renege on my debt?"
"Yes, I'm afraid that you will renege on your debts. Whom shall I ask for?"
Yang Huan is not stupid. There is no legal protection for such things as gambling. Who knows if this group of guys will play hooligans and run away without seeing anyone? Who will they cry to?
At the beginning Liu Mingwei knew everything about himself, so he was still afraid of repudiation.
It can be seen from this that this kind of matter still needs to be settled face to face.
John Hunter lost his mind at this moment, and simply spread his hands, "Then you can see for yourself, anyway, I don't have any money with me."
Yang Huan had expected it a long time ago, and he was not angry. He found a place to sit down with a smile, "Then wait a little longer."
John Hunter and others couldn't figure out what Yang Huan was thinking.
But since he said he wanted to wait, let's wait.
So a group of people could only sit down again.
About 5 minutes later, I saw a little fat man walking out of the elevator briskly, dripping with sweat.
"Master Huan, I'm coming!" Kesh Harris said out of breath.
As soon as Yang Huan saw this investment consultant from the City of London, he slapped his hands on his thighs, stood up and went to meet him.
"Sorry to bother you, Kesh."
Kesh Harris was panting, but he didn't dare to show any disrespect to Yang Huan. You know, Yang Huan spent more than 1 million euros in the transfer market this summer, but it was all through his funds, and he also made a lot of money from it.
There is no need to say more about the increase in fame and influence.
"What did Master Huan say? If you say a word, I will come in the water and go in the fire. I didn't say anything!" Kesh Harris was very righteous.
Yang Huan didn't try to guess what he meant by saying this. For him, as long as this person is trustworthy, that's fine.
"Kash, I'm in a little trouble."
"Trouble? What trouble?" Kesh Harris glanced at John Hunter and the others. He recognized John Hunter. When the Hunter family bought shares in Charlton, he personally handled it.
In addition, some of the other people he knew, or had business dealings with the family behind them.
John Hunter and others also know Kesh Harris. The City of London is only that big. Who doesn't know this little fat man with all-hands and eyes?Even if you haven't met, at least you have seen it in the newspaper, right?
When they saw Kesh Harris coming, they all screamed in their hearts.
"Just now they gambled with me. We signed a contract, and I won, but they spread their hands and took off their pants. They have no money!"
When Kesh Harris heard it, he was secretly happy. Isn't this just playing hooligans?
Looking at John Hunter again, he secretly laughed in his heart. If the old Mr. Hunter knew about this, he would probably lose his skin if he didn't die. You know, the Hunter family is famous for its strict tutors.
It's okay to lose money, but if you want to renege on the money you've lost, that would be a great shame.
The Huntel family prides themselves on being a respectable family in London, and absolutely would not allow such a thing to happen.
"Master Huan, they are all well-known and wealthy children in London, so they shouldn't renege on their debts."
Yang Huan hummed, "If the number is less, I believe it won't be possible, but if the number is more..."
After hearing this, Kesh Harris' eyelids twitched, "Master Huan, are you betting big?"
Yang Huan walked over with a smile. He is now a winner, so naturally he wants to hold his head up and his chest down.
Walking over, pointing to John Hunter, "Master John bet £50."
"Oh, 50 pounds, not much." Kesh? Harris replied.
"But he lost eight goals." Yang Huan added with a smile.
"Eight balls... what? Lost eight balls?" Kesh Harris lost his voice when he realized it.
John Huntel lowered his head, his face full of shame and annoyance, why was he dazzled just now?
"One goal is 50 pounds, eight goals is 400 million pounds."
Kesh Harris looked at John Hunter in disbelief, 400 million pounds, what kind of prodigal would it take to do such a thing?
John Hunter was full of remorse, who knew he would lose eight goals?
"As for the others, all together bet 110 million pounds. If you lose eight goals, you can do the math yourself."
When Kesh Harris heard it, he almost fell down on the seats in the stands.
He finally understood why Yang Huan said he was in trouble.
Is it so easy to collect gambling debts of over tens of millions of pounds?
(End of this chapter)
