Chapter 2

Liu Mingwei was taken aback by Yang Huan's move and stood there in a daze.

It wasn't that the more than ten million yuan was a significant amount to him; what truly surprised him was the conditions Yang Huan had set.

Generally speaking, the more stringent the conditions, the higher the odds would be.

For example, before the World Cup, if you bet on which team would win the championship, the odds would usually be very high.

The conditions Yang Huan set were not just stringent; they were absurd.

He not only set the time for the goal but also specified that it would be the only goal of the match, and even designated the assist and the goal scorer. More absurdly, he specified that the goal must be scored by Iniesta with his right foot, which was truly outrageous.

Betting on who would score a goal wasn't unusual; there were even more absurd bets. But setting so many conditions like Yang Huan did was unprecedented. This meant the odds would be extremely high.

That's why Yang Huan asked, "I dare to place the bet, do you dare to take it?"

"Master Huan, are you joking?" Liu Mingwei managed to force a smile.

He even forgot to notice how Yang Huan, who had often gotten the names of national teams wrong in the past, could now say Iniesta and Fabregas so fluently.

Yang Huan stood up and pushed his phone to Liu Mingwei, "I'm not joking. If you win, the more than ten million is yours."

Zhang Ning was also stunned by this high-stakes bet and stood up, revealing her slender, beautiful legs that were about a meter long. Her figure was curvaceous, with a golden ratio, as if she were the most perfect creation of nature.

Perhaps her only flaw was that she had no control over her own fate.

"I heard that Mr. Liu always likes to place high-stakes bets. Will you take this one?" Yang Huan pressed Liu Mingwei.

Weren't you just trying to embarrass me? Weren't you mocking me?

Come on, let's bet!

But most bookmakers were also gamblers. As Liu Mingwei put it, he wouldn't have achieved his current status relying solely on commissions. Only by betting against big spenders could he become rich overnight.

What he was most proud of was a recent bet against a famous tycoon from Longhai City on the Argentina vs. Germany match. That bet made him fifty million yuan overnight, his biggest win in this World Cup.

And the five million yuan bet Yang Huan placed on Spain winning within ninety minutes was also a private bet.

In Liu Mingwei's view, Yang Huan's current actions were like those of a gambler who had lost his mind, desperately trying to recover his losses. However, the chances of recovering in such a situation were slim.

"Sure, why not?" Liu Mingwei hesitated for a moment and then smiled, agreeing.

"Since Master Huan has set such conditions, I might as well raise the odds. If the one called Iniesta can receive the assist from Fabregas and score the winning goal with his right foot between the 115th and 116th minutes, I'll pay twenty to one!"

Zhang Ning gasped, feeling incredibly shocked.

If Yang Huan bet more than ten million, and the odds were twenty to one, that would be two to three hundred million.

To her, that was an astronomical figure.

Even Yang Huan couldn't help but feel his heart racing, but he wanted to test whether his memories from his previous life were still accurate in this life.

Moreover, he knew that losing more than ten million would result in a scolding at home, but nothing more serious.

After all, if something as crazy as reincarnation could happen, what else was impossible?

"Then it's a deal!"

Liu Mingwei didn't hesitate and nodded, "Alright, it's a deal. Remember my account, and transfer the money after the match!"

"You'd better think about how you're going to pay me first!"

They wrote down the agreement, and after Liu Mingwei left, Yang Huan sat back down just as the match began.

Yang Huan had little memory of the process of the South Africa World Cup final, but he vividly remembered Iniesta's crucial goal. The Spanish star was a player he greatly admired, so he remembered it clearly.

Unless history had changed!

But it was his first high-stakes bet, and Yang Huan couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.

"Why did you bet against him?" Zhang Ning asked, worried.

She was more afraid that if Yang Huan lost, he might give her away, and her fate would be even worse.

Yang Huan looked at the young girl in front of him for the first time. She was very young, probably not even out of college, but she was very beautiful and charming. Even after seeing countless celebrities, none of them could match her.

Her almost flawless, delicate face and her elegant, refined demeanor made her seem out of place in such a setting, yet she was here.

"Why are you here?" Yang Huan asked with a smile.

Betting more than ten million, he felt a sense of relief.

In his memory, more than ten million to the current Yang Huan was like ten thousand yuan in his previous life.

Not a small amount, but not too much.

"I'm worried about you, why are you...?" Zhang Ning was a bit anxious.

Yang Huan smiled, "I'm also concerned about you. Tell me, why are you here?"

Zhang Ning had a good impression of Yang Huan, but she didn't want him to know too much about her.

In her view, after tonight, she would get her money, and Yang Huan would get what he wanted. They would owe each other nothing and should never meet again.

"For the money?" Yang Huan guessed.

Zhang Ning thought he was mocking and ridiculing her, feeling a pang of bitterness. Her eyes turned red, and her nose twitched, "For you rich second-generation, who don't care about a few hundred thousand or a few million, how can you understand the difficulties we poor people face?"

Despite her bitterness, her voice remained soft and gentle.

"Indeed, it's for the money!" Yang Huan muttered, seeing a bit of his previous self in Zhang Ning.

"I heard you're a top student in the Business School at Longhai University, is that true?"

"I've already graduated." Zhang Ning felt that graduation meant she had severed ties with Longhai University.

Yang Huan smiled but didn't press the issue. He wasn't interested in that.

What he was interested in was Zhang Ning herself.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door of the private room, and a man in a suit entered.

"Sorry, Master Huan, Mr. Liu asked me to come here and be at your service. Is there anything you need?"

Yang Huan clearly understood Liu Mingwei's intentions, shook his head, and sneered, "Liu Mingwei is really petty. Does he think I'll run away after losing more than ten million?"

"Our Mr. Liu didn't mean it that way."

"I don't care what he means. In short, I don't like seeing you. Either go back or stand outside." Being closely monitored was an unpleasant feeling for anyone.

The man was annoyed but didn't dare to stay longer.

"Alright, Master Huan, you continue to sit. If you need anything, just call. I'll be waiting outside." He left the room.

Seeing him go, Zhang Ning became even more anxious, "I heard that Mr. Liu isn't a good person. If you lose money, it's best not to conflict with him, or else..."

"Do you think I'll definitely lose?" Yang Huan looked at her face with interest. Some women are stunning at first glance but lose their charm over time, while others become more beautiful the more you look at them.

Zhang Ning undoubtedly belonged to the latter.

Zhang Ning felt his eyes roaming over her body, making her uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to resist. She had already sold her virginity, so being looked at or even touched was something she had to endure.

"By the way, if I lose, I might consider selling you to him. Five million might be a stretch, but three to four million shouldn't be a problem." Yang Huan chuckled, feeling a sense of satisfaction. Teasing a beautiful woman was such a thrilling experience.

"So, you'd better pray I win!"

Zhang Ning looked up at him with a resentful gaze, feeling wronged but didn't say much more.

She had accepted her fate!

Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and the referee blew the whistle to end the first half of extra time, with the score still 0-0.

However, both team managers made their final substitutions.

The Dutch manager, Van Marwijk, replaced veteran Van Bommel with defender Brabuheid, while the Spanish manager, Del Bosque, replaced David Villa with Fernando Torres. Both were positional changes.

There was another knock on the door, and Liu Mingwei entered.

"Sorry, Master Huan, I'm interrupting your time with the beauty, but the bar is crowded, and watching the match here is the most comfortable. Do you mind if I sit down?" He said this but sat down without waiting for an answer.

As soon as Liu Mingwei sat down, Zhang Ning moved her ample hips slightly, getting closer to Yang Huan.

She was afraid that if Yang Huan lost, he would sell her to Liu Mingwei.

"No problem, you coming to watch the match with me is perfect. We can settle the accounts after the match." Yang Huan smiled faintly but reached out and gently grabbed Zhang Ning's left hand, placing it on his leg.

He could clearly feel her hand trembling, as if trying to pull back but not daring to, which gave him a sense of satisfaction.

Imagine, a few hours ago, he was just a poor, single man who could only masturbate to women on his computer screen. Now, a beautiful woman was sitting next to him, waiting for his pleasure, allowing him to touch her.

No wonder everyone wanted to be rich. The life of a rich person was truly enjoyable and thrilling!

Liu Mingwei's attention was on Zhang Ning. He was even thinking that if he won, he would have Yang Huan use her to pay off the debt. This girl looked obedient; after playing with her for a night and taking some photos, she wouldn't be able to escape his control.

Thinking of this, Liu Mingwei's eyes became even more intense, as if he couldn't wait to pounce on her and ravage her.

But at that moment, a wave of boos came from the TV screen.

When Liu Mingwei turned to look, he saw the English referee, Howard Webb, showing a red card to Dutch defender Heitinga, sending him off the field.

This made Liu Mingwei's heart race. One man down?

But there were still ten minutes left. Could it be...

"Mr. Liu, a red card!" Yang Huan was now 100% sure that history had not changed.

Or rather, his reincarnation in China had not affected the distant South Africa World Cup final.

"Red card, red card!" Liu Mingwei felt a chill on his forehead and wiped it, only to find it covered in cold sweat.

He was starting to worry!

Two to three hundred million, while not life-threatening, would be a severe blow. If he lost, it would be excruciating!

With Heitinga being sent off, the Dutch team was down a man, and their disadvantage became more apparent.

As the match time ticked away, approaching the 115th minute, everyone in the room, including Yang Huan, focused intently on the match. No one dared to be careless.

Knowing the outcome was one thing, but no one could guarantee that it wouldn't change.

111 minutes...

112 minutes...

113 minutes...

114 minutes...

They almost counted the seconds, watching the time displayed on the TV screen change mechanically.

Finally, the time jumped to 115 minutes!