Amidst boos, the two teams began to fight in overtime.

The Korean players flew all over the field, and it was impossible to tell that they had run for 90 minutes. But the Italian players did not give up. They were unwilling to do so and tried their best to resist with their last strength.

"Go in! Go in!!" The commentator's voice had changed and he was extremely excited.

Both the fans of the lottery store and the commentator of the CCTV broadcast hall were all looking forward to the Italian team. When Toti saw the ball dribbling into the penalty area in a counterattack, he shouted excitedly.

The TV was about to be shattered by the shouts, and Boss Chunxiao was so nervous that he even stopped breathing. Liu Xiaobi held the beer bottle tightly, and the nail bed turned white.

The No. 22 player of the South Korean team directly swept his legs and swept Totti to the ground.

"Roar~~~" excited shouts resounded inside and outside the lottery store.

Penalty is definitely a penalty!

The penalty kick in overtime, the Golden Ball wins, and it's stable!

Although Boss Chunxiao said that he was strict with neutrality, he still waved his arms when he saw this scene and almost jumped up excitedly.

Liu Xiaobi held the beer bottle in his hand and made a creaking sound.

Only Zhou Congwen watched the game calmly, and compared with the vague memories, there should be no change. I think the appearance of such a small butterfly will not affect the World Cup, he thought to himself.

The whistle sounded, and in almost everyone's imagination, the referee should point his finger at the free throw point!

However, a few seconds later, the Ecuadorian referee ran to Toti and gave him a yellow card.

The Korean player waved his arms fiercely, as if he was relieved.

Toti turned yellow and red, and was sent off, which made the Italian team, which was not physically strong, worse.

Boss Chunxiao was watching TV stupidly, and he was shocked by this shamelessness.

This is the World Cup, hundreds of millions, hundreds of billions of eyes, and even if you have some face, you can't do such a thing.

"Really... I've never seen such a fake ball, this is the World Cup!"

Zhou Congwen smiled, what happened to the World Cup?

The game in front of me was listed as the top ten black whistles by later generations. Let's wait, there are even better ones behind.

The next scenes left everyone speechless.

The World Cup staged a full martial arts movement, and the kick was not right at all, and it was completely against the person.

Until the golden ball appeared, the South Korean team beat Italy 2-1, and the sports lottery store was full of wailings.

Then there was a sound of smashing things in the inner room. Boss Chunxiao didn't have time to say anything to Zhou Congwen, so he hurried to see what was going on inside.

"Zhou Congwen, are you behind the scenes?" Liu Xiaobie asked with Ha Beer in his hand.

If it weren't for knowing that Liu Xiaobie was not a fanatical fan, Zhou Congwen would have been afraid that she would hit her head with a bottle of wine and vent her anger.

"What a joke." Zhou Congwen saw Wang Zhiquan in the inner room, like crazy, snatching a stool and smashing things randomly. He smiled slightly, stood up and said, "Do you think the mastermind behind the World Cup can sit here with you and drink beer? What dream are you having? Leave and go home."

Liu Xiaobie didn't move, but followed Zhou Congwen's gaze and asked in confusion, "Do you know this person?"

"The baby son of our director's family."

"I'll go... How old is my hair falling out like this!" Liu Xiaobie asked in surprise at Wang Zhiquan who was whining.

"An old lustful pussy." Zhou Congwen smiled and then greeted, "Boss Chunxiao!"

The owner of the sports lottery shop turned around and saw Zhou Congwen raising his right hand, as if he was greeting him, and it seemed like he was making a funny gesture.

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little confused, as if he had forgotten the matter of trying to persuade the men who lost the ball to calm down.

"I'm back." Zhou Congwen's voice was a little anxious, not as leisurely as usual. However, there were only minor changes, and he couldn't hear anything he didn't pay attention to.

"I understand!" Boss Chunxiao sent Zhou Congwen away, hurriedly hugged Wang Zhiquan's shoulder and persuaded him, "Zhiquan, we were also a family five hundred years ago, listen to me."

"Boss, this is just a fake ball, a fake ball!" Wang Zhiquan said in a hoarse voice.

He didn't know how much he bet on the Italian team, and he was already very angry.

"Tsk, if you have the ability, go to Korea and smash the Blue House. What's the point of smashing my small shop?" Boss Chunxiao hugged Wang Zhiquan's shoulder hard, pulled him aside, and found a place to sit down.

"Eat some skewers and drink some wine, all passed."

"I..." Wang Zhiquan was in tears.

"How much did you pay this time?"

"10,000." Wang Zhiquan said dejectedly, "The Italian team is getting better and better, but who would have thought that the South Korean team and the referee could be so shameless! Did you see that Maldini was kicked hard on the back of the head. Is shameless? Is shameless? Is shameless?"

"This is football, who knows." Boss Chunxiao bit open a bottle of Ha beer with his teeth and handed it to Wang Zhiquan, "Your family is not short of this money, don't make trouble. If it's really a big deal, you can't afford to take advantage of it."

After Wang Zhiquan took a sip of beer, he calmed down.

He is a Teddy himself, but he is so arrogant that he looks like he wants Ritian. He really has to do something out of the ordinary, and he doesn't have the courage to do it.

"Doctor Zhou, did you see that just now?"

"See, little bastard, my dad will kill him sooner or later." Wang Zhiquan said hatefully.

"It's not like this. Dr. Zhou rarely comes to my sports lottery store. He only buys one lottery ticket every time he comes." Boss Chunxiao advised Wang Zhiquan.

Carrying a bottle of frozen beer, Boss Chunxiao drank it all in one breath, feeling much more refreshing. He glanced at Wang Zhiquan, his mind changed and said with a smile, "Zhiquan, have you heard the saying that he is guilty of being a master?"

"Tsk, boss, you won't say what kind of expert Zhou Congwen is, right?"

"He bought lottery tickets three times, and they were all bought in Dalian. I myself... I said my feelings, and I think he should know something." Boss Chunxiao said, looking around and seeing that there was no one around, he felt relieved.

I don’t have to be responsible for the people behind my back anyway. Of course, no matter how mysterious it is, Boss Chunxiao doesn’t think what he said is wrong.

Besides, he really thinks that Zhou Congwen has an explanation.

"What do you know?" Wang Zhiquan was stunned.

"Well, he won the Korean one today. Look at the other person, he won the buy again."

"Uh..." Wang Zhiquan temporarily put down his hatred for Zhou Congwen and began to think about it carefully.

"This is a talent, but he doesn't seem to have much interest in football. He left without even winning the lottery."

"I'm a fool." Wang Zhiquan cursed hatefully.

"Yes." Boss Chunxiao nodded, as if he agreed with Wang Zhiquan's statement, but the topic changed, "But that idiot has already hit three unpopular games in a row."

Three games,

Unpopular.

Wang Zhiquan's greedy thoughts were burning like wildfire.
Chapter completed!