Chapter 62 Uneasy Again!
(A book friend pointed out a small bug in chapter 54, which has been corrected, thank you! The more suggestions like this in the future, the better! After all, the author will inevitably be negligent in writing a book! Give that friend a thumbs up~\(≧▽≦)/~ )
"Wow..."
"Pretty..."
"Müller, well played..."
At this moment, the Mineiro Stadium was dumbfounded, as if a fire had been thrown into ice water, the samba dance was pressed to a halt, and only the German fans were left to revel. Those who know each other or those who don’t know each other hug each other and celebrate the German team’s lead. This is the semi-final of the World Cup, and every extra goal means one step closer to the final.
At 10 minutes and 18 seconds into the game, the German team took advantage of a corner kick to open the scoring with a clever shot in front of the goal. Brazil's proud Maginot defense became vulnerable at this moment.
Compared with the frustration of the Brazilian fans in the field, in the box, David Beckham, who bought Germany to win, and the director of the Volkswagen Group jumped up from the sofa, waving his arms in the direction of the Brazilian team's goal and shouting. .
The friends who bought Brazil to win were disappointed, but applauded in a calm manner. Everyone is a showman, and you still need to have a bit of tolerance. After all, the game only started 10 minutes ago.
Yang Cheng didn't have such a good 'quality'. He opened his mouth and said mercilessly, "Louis, how are you? Do you want to go back on your word? I'm not the one who keeps pestering you!" Repay the number.
The corners of everyone's mouths twitched at the corners of everyone's mouths twitched by this face of a villain who is cheap and good-looking. Is this Nima a child cultivated by a big family?
"What's the hurry... the game has just started, easy!" Louis Lehman can still remain calm and composed, his arrangements can ensure that the situation can be turned around at the critical moment at the end of the game. Of course, even if he was killed, he would never have imagined how tragic the World Cup semi-finals would be. .
Yang Cheng didn't bother to complain about Louis-pretentious-Lehman. The game went exactly as he remembered, which made him feel relieved for a while. At the same time, he was in a good mood and pulled Miranda Kerr over. French kiss, even he didn't realize it, the skirt of the shirt tucked into his trousers was already wet.
"Honey..." Ke'er wiped off the drool from the corner of her mouth, and patted Yang Cheng's shoulder reproachfully. Naturally, she saw Yang Cheng's tit-for-tat confrontation with Louis Lehman, and she was worried about Yang Cheng before. That's 100 million U.S. dollars, and her annual income is only 8 million U.S. dollars.
When the German team scored a goal, she was also happy for Yang Cheng from the bottom of her heart, and she could understand the behavior of this little man who was 5 years younger than her, as if the faucet was turned on, and the emotions poured out.
"Haha, don't you play tricks?" Yang Cheng raised her head and laughed, putting her arms around Ke'er's shoulders, letting her head rest on her shoulders.
"I don't have any money." Ke'er glanced at her beautifully and whispered in Yang Cheng's ear.
While the two were rubbing shoulders, the game continued. The Brazilian player was a little anxious because he conceded a goal too early, and he was eager to make a counterattack. However, the German team was not arrogant or impetuous, and took the three strikes of the Brazilian team steadily. He also took advantage of his unpreparedness to launch a sneak attack, which shocked the Brazilian fans into a cold sweat.
Louis Lehmann's good attitude didn't last long, and the German team's second goal gave him a blow to the head.
10 minutes after the first goal, the German team took advantage of Brazil's aggressive pressure and the empty space in the rear. Several frontcourt players played exquisite cooperation, and the veteran Klose made the final decision. This goal was also scored by Klose The 16th goal in the World Cup surpassed the 15 goals of the legendary Brazilian striker Ronaldo in one fell swoop, ranking first in the World Cup scorer list.
"fuck..." Louis Lehman loosened his tie irritably, panting heavily, blood gushed out of his gentle and clean face.
hehe. . . Yang Cheng looked at it quietly and said nothing, just satirized this thing once,
Too much is easy to jump over the wall in a hurry, which is inconsistent with his purpose.
The rest of the guests can also understand that no one is immune to 100 million US dollars in cash. His father's net worth is only more than 200 million and less than 30 billion US dollars, and one 200th is missing, even if he spends it on buying planes and yachts. , at least you can still enjoy it, who wouldn't feel bad if you just give it away for nothing? His family doesn't really grow money!
Paying attention to the strange atmosphere, Beckham had to forcefully suppress his joyful mood. If he cheered uninterestedly at this time, he might be targeted by Louis Lehman and regarded as a thorn in his side, then it would not be fun.
The director of Volkswagen didn't have so many worries. They are neither competitors nor live in the same country, so there is no need to worry about it. What's wrong with shouting twice when I win money? Do you care?
Unexpectedly, this is not over, the German team is completely crazy, a simple pass from the bottom, the football is passed to the middle by the captain Lahm, and the midfielder Toni Klos who follows up in the back row shoots angrily at the ball. The team's defense once again made a low-level mistake, and everyone could only watch the ball break into their own goal.
0:3, according to international practice, the home team is behind the former visiting team. This is a plot that no one thought of before the game. You must know that the game has just progressed to the 24th minute of the first half. Yang Cheng could not see the expressions of the fans, but he did not It is hard to imagine that at this moment, Brazil is crying!
Louis Lehman's eyes were red, and even Anthony, who was far away, could hear his heavy snorting. It looked like a bull in heat, no, an angry bull.
I saw Louis Lehman staring at a certain player on the pitch, or the referee? Turn around and want to leave. . .
"Louis, the game isn't over yet." Yang Cheng spoke, with a cool tone in his light words.
"Do you care if I go to the bathroom? It's too wide." Louis sneered.
"Oh...then I can't control it, but there is a bathroom in the box." Yang Cheng sneered, his only task now is to keep an eye on Louis Lehman, and prevent him from having the opportunity to manipulate the game.
"Isn't it okay if I go out to take a breath? Why? Don't you have a crush on me? Are you looking at me so closely?"
"Ha ha..."
Louis Lehman's words amused several second generations who had nothing to do with themselves.
Yang Cheng ignored Louis' angrily ridiculed.
Slowly sipped the red wine, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in you, I'm just worried about your character, so it's best not to leave this room before the game is over, and don't touch your phone..."
"What do you mean?"
"The meaning is obvious. I'm worried that you will use tricks to influence the development of the game, so in order to prove that I am a villain with the heart of a gentleman, I will wrong you to stay in the box for the time being?"
Yang Cheng's warning drew support from the public director, "That's right, I agree with what Jason said, and in order to avoid suspicion, it's best for everyone not to leave this room until the game is over."
The director of Volkswagen doesn't know Yang Cheng, let alone the relationship between the two. The reason why he said this is purely for his own benefit. He bet $20 million on the German team to win, compared to earning $20 million in 90 minutes A word of solidarity with Yang Cheng is nothing.
"Why? You have no right to restrict our personal freedom." The black man with the highest bet said in a subwoofer voice, and Louis Lehman also had supporters.
He also supported the Brazilian team, and now anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Brazilian players are in a state of dismay. If Louis Lehman makes a move to restore the decline, the blacks will be happy to see it. After all, he bet 25 million US dollars.
This is not only his opinion, the people who bet on Brazil in the box are all thinking this way, but because of the affection of the directors of the public, they don't speak up.
Money is a good thing. It can see through people's hearts in an instant, and measure the warmth and coldness of human feelings. Friendship is bullshit.
Because the benefit box was naturally divided into two factions, only Harmandan sat firmly in the middle, drinking wine and watching the game with great interest as if he hadn't heard anything, anyway, no matter who wins, he can't pay.
"I don't care about other people, but you can't go, Louis." Yang Cheng nodded slightly to the director of Volkswagen, thanking him for his support.
Ignoring the tense atmosphere in the box, just 2 minutes later, Kroos, the hero of the last goal, completed a steal in the frontcourt, and cooperated with his teammates to make consecutive small-range passes, push the empty goal successfully, and scored twice! The Brazilian players were played around, the score on the field became 0:4, and there was no way to recover.
When the Brazilian team fell again, the cameras on the scene began to capture the expressions of the fans. The smiling faces of the German fans and the grief and anger of the Brazilian fans were like the two poles of the equator.
In the 29th minute of the first half, the German team scored the fifth goal of the game, and the five-star Brazil team was defeated.
The Mineirão Stadium was dead silent, only a few German fans were reveling in the 'doomsday' carnival.
At this time, unless Luis Lehman is stupid enough to spend tens of millions of bonuses to buy referees, risking the world's disgrace and awarding 5 penalty kicks in a row, regardless of the face of Brazil, his 110 million will be lost!
Will Louis do it? Yang Cheng couldn't help but suspect secretly.
The possibility is relatively low, but it can't be ruled out that this guy got into his head and made an amazing move.
"Hmph...you are fine, the money will arrive within 3 days, can I go now?" Louis seemed to have regained his composure, and said to Yang Cheng resignedly.
Yang Cheng also knew that he couldn't push the other party into a hurry. He was still on the other party's territory. He didn't dare to joke about his own life, and there were so many big figures present who witnessed the game. , he still has to work internationally.
"But just leave like this?" Yang Cheng frowned, muttering in her heart.
No one understands the nature of the rich boy better than him. If he was cheated of 100 million yuan, he would have to jump up and bite, but Louis didn't even throw down a harsh word, and he didn't even look back. so gone?
Is he such a good talker?
Yang Sen sent Yang Cheng the detailed information about Louis Lehman, but Yang Cheng read it several times, it's nothing, knowing yourself and the enemy is invincible.
There is such a record in the data. About 10 years ago, a local son in Rio defrauded one of Louis’s favorite sports cars because he was racing with Louis. In front of the son, he raped his wife and several lovers. What was even more disgusting was that Louis imprisoned the son in a room in a slum and fed his shit for three days. In the end, the son couldn't bear the humiliation and hit the wall suicide. (Xiao Pang has heard real people and real stories, it's too disgusting...)
This matter was later suppressed by Paul Lehman, and almost no one knew about it. Yang Sen also learned about it by accident, and it took a lot of money to learn the inside story. Blows lead to mind distortions, either neurosis or schizophrenia!
Thinking of this, Yang Cheng couldn't help but shudder. As the saying goes, those who are horizontal are afraid of being stunned, and those who are stunned are afraid of dying. In Yang Cheng's eyes, Louis Lehman definitely belongs to the category of not dying.
MD, I'm not playing anymore, I'll be back to the US in a while! Yang Cheng would never admit that he was intimidated, dealing with desperate people requires wisdom, eh. . . Yes, outsmart!
The game is still going on, and the Brazilians have no interest in singing and dancing. If you look at it from the front, everyone is expressionless and empty-eyed. For Brazil, this day is equivalent to the end of the world.
Yang Cheng also lost his mind on watching the game. Since his rebirth, Yang Cheng's intuition has been very keen. A few times he had uneasy thoughts in his heart, and soon there would be accidents, big or small, and this time was no exception.
Now his gut tells him that the alternative 'race' with Louis Lehman is far from over.