Rebirth: Super Banking System - Chapter 2403 - 2243: Black Horse
Chapter 2403: Chapter 2243: Black Horse
Twelfth.
Early morning.
Tang Qing once again arrived in South Africa.
At this moment.
The atmosphere at the 2010 World Cup final was somewhat eerie because the two teams that made it to the final were beyond everyone’s expectations.
– New Zealand.
– Cameroon.
Honestly.
There were very few fans of these two teams at the site; most came hoping to see the dominance of European and American teams, yet unexpectedly, these two emerged.
For a while.
Cheers were sparse.
More.
People were cheering for their bets rather than for the teams. Many players on the field were just as bewildered, thinking, how did we reach the finals?
Previously.
Many of them even bet on themselves to lose.
But.
Unexpectedly.
They won!
No matter who loses or wins the final match, both sides felt a bit distressed, though fans from their countries were as happy as if celebrating a festival.
At this moment.
The match narrator’s voice was as resonant as ever.
However.
Deep down, he cursed countless times thinking his paycheck for half a year was gone, leaving him unsettled, eager to get down and shout at people.
This result.
He found it truly hard to accept.
Before the match.
Many football commentators analyzed; thinking back now, those people were just talking shit. Predicting the results was no better than tossing a coin.
Heavens!
How much free meals did those people have, after all?
…
Office.
Tang Qing watched the players fiercely battling on the field with a smile. Outsiders wouldn’t know that six among the two teams were his men.
Eventually.
Bumped these two teams into the final.
In the past life.
Into the final were Spain and the Netherlands, both from Europe. This time, however, he forcibly changed one to Africa and the other to Oceania.
So.
Fans across Europe were not happy.
Damn it.
I came all this way, and you let me see this? The frustration is immense; what’s more crucial is they’ve lost significant money, heartache unbearable.
Feels like.
This World Cup was held in vain.
…
Yet.
It turned out heartache wasn’t over.
Finally.
A whistle blew, the current World Cup concluded, New Zealand… lost.
“Xie Te.”
“Fuck.”
“New Zealand actually lost? Damn, my one thousand dollars.”
“Bastard.”
“…”
Europe and America.
Everyone was furious; though New Zealand made it through, people weren’t too pleased, but at least it belonged to Western countries, they reluctantly accepted.
However.
Cameroon.
A small African country, barely noticeable, unexpectedly won the 2010 World Cup final champion title, this black horse, how ridiculously black is it?
Damn it!
My money!
…
On-site.
At this moment.
Most of the Cameroon team were also bewildered, unexpectedly winning the final champion title, several players purposely went easy.
Yet still won in the end.
Could it be.
Did the opposing New Zealand players bet on themselves losing?
Oh, damn!
Too sinister, doing this? Even Cameroon’s coach twitched his mouth, thoughts nearly aligning with some players.
However.
Reviewing the entire event.
It seemed.
The New Zealand team didn’t show signs of going easy, merely having a bit of bad luck; several near goals were missed for various reasons.
Is it.
Destiny?
“Roar!”
“Won!”
“We are the best!”
“…”
Thoughts varied, but they still had to keep up appearances; players frolicked gleefully, hugged together and then ran wildly on the field, laughing through tears.
Outsiders thought it was joy.
But didn’t know.
Some truly wanted to cry.
At this time.
This black horse, Cameroon, rapidly made it to headlines worldwide, their tearful, embracing scenes as the cover, blitzed the media.
Title:
“Tears of Happiness”
In summary.
Praise.
Constant praise.
…
Meanwhile.
Another news quickly followed, global underground venues appeared widespread breaches, organizers absconding with bet money.
And it wasn’t just one.
For a while.
The commotion was even greater than Cameroon’s championship victory, countless curses echoed worldwide; indeed some were lucky, betting on Cameroon’s win.
Just when they were delighted.
The money was gone.
How could they accept this?
So.
Immediately called the police, cursing in their hearts, those damn culprits, their conscience truly rotten. Betting on an upset wasn’t easy for me.
…
Ice City.
Park Hotel, Tang Qing already returned, not paying attention to the embezzlement scandals being criticized, nor intent on helping retrieve funds.
Just so.
Cleaning up illegal markets.
Meanwhile.
Teaching some a lesson; this sort of thing, better off playing casually, definitely shouldn’t go too far. This time’s embezzlement, true losses fell mostly on gambling addicts.
After all.
New Zealand versus Cameroon.
Average people.
Most would bet on the former winning; once the result came out, those folks already lost, didn’t reclaim their bets, hardly considered embezzlement.
Ran off.
Also helped some people grow wiser.
Gambling.
Isn’t a good thing.
“Sigh!”
Thinking of something, Tang Qing couldn’t help but sigh.
No gambling in the world.
No fraud in the world.
So hard.
Regarding gambling, he let the fighters win money from the casino, a portion went to charity. As for fraud, various efforts on combating it.
Yet.
Still can’t eradicate it.
Fortunately.
Thanks to the fighters’ efforts, there’s been significant improvement, especially with the latter.
Now.
Phone fraud, in Huaxia, has become rare, due to vigorous strikes, many fled overseas, faced threats not to steal business.
Thus.
Overseas scams were almost wiped out, within the circles circulated a fearsome rumor, yet various fraud tactics still emerged endlessly.
Betting coins.
Betting movies.
Betting wine.
Betting virtual pets.
Betting…
On and on.
Impossible to eradicate, only able to suppress while promoting awareness, thanks to cheats, otherwise, can only watch those evade the law.
…
Several hours later.
Daylight.
Sunlight spilled through the window, Tang Qing’s figure flickered, appeared in the guest room, just cultivated a bit, feeling his strength growing ever mightier, quite pleasant.
Looking outside the window.
Golden Crow rises from the east.
Another beautiful day. Although Europe and America cast gloomy shadows, making meals tasteless, Huaxia fans weren’t so obsessed or frenzied.
Awakened.
Whatever you need to do.
In most people’s view, the World Cup, what relation does it have to them? Whether a European country wins or an African country wins, what difference does it make?
Anyway, it’s not our country winning.
Checking time.
Heading out.
Work.
…
Afternoon.
After attending the Ice City’s park opening ceremony, Tang Qing once again set off, flying to Sanya, leaving only the last park to inaugurate.
However, not today.
But at the end of July.
This time.
Merely to stay in Sanya’s villa for several days, conveniently located close to the ongoing maritime platform assembly site, Qin Shiqi and others arrived three days earlier.
