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Chapter 4 Mr. Jia's Personal Performance

With Chu Gang leading the way, he encountered no trouble when he entered. There were more than fifty men and women playing billiards inside. When he saw Lin Baiyao and the others, they were handsome and handsome. Their clothes were clean and fresh. There were a few women who were flirtatious and flirty.

Whistled.

Chu Gang had a cold face, but Lin Baiyao smiled condescendingly at the girls, causing even more crazy whistles.

The two passed through the billiard hall, went out through the back door, and entered a small courtyard.

On the right side of the yard is the toilet, and on the left is the kitchen that provides customers with lunch boxes. The storage room in the kitchen has an iron door with a small window.

Chu Gang knocked on the door in a rhythm of three long and two short.

The small window of the iron door opened, and an old man's face was revealed, full of wrinkles, with cautious eyes, and asked: "What are you doing?"

"It's too hot outside, but I heard people say it's cooler inside."

"Who said that?"

Chu Gang gave his name.

"Well," the old man put down his guard and said, "How long will it take to cool down?"

"Four o'clock."

Bang, the iron door opened.

The old man bared his yellow teeth and said with a smile: "Follow the rules and count the points a priori."

Chu just opened Lin Bai's backpack containing the money. The old man lowered his head and looked at it. Without further words, he locked the iron door again and said, "Go down, there are a lot of people tonight. Congratulations on getting rich."

Going down the spiral cement staircase, about three floors up, what appeared in front of Lin Baiyao was a luxuriously decorated open space.

About thirty or forty double or multi-person sofas with partitions are placed in sequence, and two large-size color TVs broadcast the broadcast at the same time, ensuring that everyone from all angles can clearly see the picture.

The lights in the basement are not bright, and you can't see your face clearly unless you get in front of someone's sofa - as long as you are not afraid of getting beaten.

A beautiful waitress wearing a cheongsam led Chu Gang and Lin Baiyao to the sofa in the southwest corner. Chu Gang asked Lin Baiyao to sit down first while he took the money and exchanged chips with the waiter.

It is a chip, not the common round and square coin chips, but a mahogany card with a number on it. This number corresponds to your bet tonight. You can rely on this card and the secret after the game.

Cut to cash out funds.

In other words, it doesn't matter if you lose it.

Without knowing the incision, no one can take money from the dealer.

Safety first.

Two hours before the start of the game, the dealer successfully closed the game.

Lin Baiyao whispered: "There is a plan in the bag. I will give it to the person in charge here later..."

"Um?"

Chu Gang opened his backpack, and there were several stapled papers in the compartment. He looked at Lin Baiyao with questioning eyes.

"Go on, I'll explain it to you when you get out. Now just give the things to the person in charge."

Chu Gang remembered Lin Baiyao's instructions before entering, ask less and do more, and nodded silently.



Waiting is the time that most tests a person's character.

Lin Baiyao sat on the sofa, like a Buddha isolated from the world.

Neither arrogant nor impatient, neither sad nor happy.

There were more than a hundred people in the basement, and whispers were heard one after another. Occasionally, you could hear the conversations on the sofas nearby, but every word was inseparable from the handicap and the outcome.

When a certain hobby turns into a life-and-death money game, the passion and excitement brought by the world's No. 1 sport are gone, leaving only the greed and loss of chasing desires!

This is human nature and can never be banned or avoided.

After an unknown amount of time, the cheongsam waitress quietly walked to the side, leaned down, and said in a soft and graceful voice: "Sir, please come with me."

Lin Baiyao stood up and took a deep breath. The fragrance of the woman stimulated the secretion of dopamine in his brain, making him excited and high-spirited.

Whether you can make enough start-up capital tonight depends on how much skill you have left in the deception level honed in later generations.

As for the reason for making such a complicated move, it is because betting on the wave with the highest odds, even if you win, will only make six times the profit.

Forty thousand to two hundred and forty thousand does not solve the problem he and Chu Gang face!

What's more, Dongjiang's market currently doesn't have a way to play gallbladder.

If this road doesn't work, then find a way and take another road.

If you are poor, you will change; if you change, you will be successful.

Otherwise, why are there so many oral artists on Guangxing Street?

Because on days when you can't eat ice cream, oral artists can still work.

Through the layers of secret doors and the narrow corridor that only allowed one person to pass, we came to a small room of about 20 square meters. There were only Chu Gang and a middle-aged man with messy hair sitting behind the mahogany desk.

He looked at Lin Baiyao with an excited expression. He took the initiative to come over and stretched out his hands, smiling enthusiastically: "Brother Chu, why don't you introduce this distinguished guest to me?"

Chu Gang said hurriedly: "Mr. Jia, this is Mr. Jia. He just returned home from Austria...Mr. Jia, this is Liu Yiqing, Mr. Liu. He has the final say on tonight's game."

"No, no, Brother Chu, please don't try to put money on my face. Brothers also obey orders. At most, they are half the masters..."

Liu Yiqing held Lin Baiyao's hand, shook it vigorously, and said: "Mr. Jia is from Austria? No wonder, his knowledge of this industry is far better than that of us country bumpkins who have never seen the world. I will ask you for more advice if I have the opportunity in the future."

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"Mr. Liu, don't be so polite!"

Lin Baiyao showed a proud smile and said: "I'm sorry, Mr. Liu, I've been in Austria for a long time, and I'm still not used to returning to the mainland. I always speak with an accent..."

Liu Yiqing needs to know more or less about Macau in order to work in this field. He knows that there are three languages ​​spoken in Macau: Cantonese, Portuguese and English.

Lin Baiyao's Cantonese is quite authentic, and his pronunciation sounds almost like someone born and raised in Cantonese, which further confirms his identity.

This depends on his outstanding language talent, as well as his college roommates in his previous life, and the place where he worked and lived after graduation. In fact, he can be regarded as a spoken word artist to a certain extent.

Liu Yiqing did not become suspicious. The boss Li of the No. 1 Entertainment Hall had a net worth of over ten million and was also a well-known figure in Dongjiang. Chu Gang hinted intentionally or unintentionally that Mr. Jia knew boss Li. So, where did he come from?

There will never be a problem.

What's more, the plan for the ball market operation plan can only be thought of if you have in-depth contact with this industry.

Except for Omen, there are no such talents anywhere else.

After chatting with each other for a few words, Liu Yiqing couldn't help but ask about the plan. Lin Baiyao secretly said that the fish had taken the bait, but on the surface he was extremely calm and said: "Mr. Liu, your current game methods are only three types: victory, loss, and draw. It's too much."

It's monotonous and boring. The most important thing is that the market is closed two hours before the game. There is no rolling in the middle and the odds cannot be adjusted in time. Once too many people win against Brazil like this time, the bookmaker's position will be too heavy.

It’s easy to make a comeback and lose money…”

Liu Yiqing listened extremely seriously. This was also a question that he was thinking about but couldn't figure out.

The World Cup finals should have been a huge profit, but the current betting situation was not ideal for the bookmakers, so as soon as I saw the plan, I rushed to see Lin Baiyao, just to get some advice from him.

"Please give me some advice, Mr. Jia..."

“In order to control risks, we must diversify our handicap.”

"diversification?"

"It's about sharing the risk! For example, in addition to betting on victory or draw, you can also bet on which team will score the first goal, which team will kick off first, bet on 90 minutes, bet on overtime, and bet on a certain point in the game.

You can also bet on whether a big star will appear on TV or even the player's hairstyle."

Liu Yiqing's eyes lit up and he swallowed hard. His brain seemed to be lacking oxygen, as if if he took one more step forward, he would be able to open the door to a new world.

"There are also handicap, over and over again, number of corner kicks, number of yellow cards, number of goals scored by a single team, etc. Mr. Liu, times are advancing, and the way of betting and the technical content must also keep pace with the times, especially before the start of the game.

Closing the set is the stupidest thing. Rolling the set has become popular in the World Cup in Austria..."

This is not because Liu Yiqing is stupid, but because it was not until May 1998, two months ago, that Aocai, which later became famous, had just been established and creatively invented the Asian handicap game.

After that, as the World Cup quickly became popular in various countries, it gradually became the weathervane of the Asian Handicap. It took a year or two for professional terms such as handicap, water level, upper and lower handicaps to be adopted by the secondary sinking market, and gradually became familiar to golfers.

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In July, Dongjiang did not have the qualifications and channels to use Aocai's handicap gameplay, so every time he heard Lin Baiyao mention a new term, Liu Yiqing's brain would suffocate.

This is not only a genius idea, but also a lot of money!

"Mr. Jia, what is the rolling plate?"

Lin Baiyao smiled and said nothing.


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