Espionage: I Awaken Daily Intelligence System

Chapter 32 A desperate gamble, a kind-hearted person

Finally, the system gave me a message that I could make a fortune, and it was a high-return opportunity to catch a big fish with a small hook.

If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to strike gold again.

So I decided to go all in and make a profit on my next investment.

Bai Changrong was a man of the underworld, and he also controlled a money exchange and a gambling den, so he must have done a lot of lending business.

Even if I'm charged exorbitant upfront fees and high interest rates on this loan, I can still afford to pay it back.

Once the dog racing game ends, you can claim your prize and receive the money immediately.

The annual tribute paid to the French by Yiyuan amounted to as much as 20 million silver dollars. In addition, there were also expenses to be paid to the police station, fire brigade and other departments. The expenses were enormous.

If it weren't for the huge daily income, how could they afford to support layers of exploitation and bloodsucking?

Even if Shen Lang wins 100,000 yuan tonight, it's just a drop in the ocean for Yiyuan, nothing at all!

Nobody will even notice.

Thousands of people bet on each match at Yiyuan, and even the most unexpected results will attract bettors, so no one finds it unusual.

A single bet of 30,000 to 50,000 yuan will not affect the odds or change the outcome.

Bai Changrong waved his hand generously and laughed, "We're all brothers, just take it if you need it. It would be too formal to ask for interest."

Not only did he lend out all of the 1,000 yuan he had on him, but he also took out the 1,000 yuan he had originally intended to use as a token of gratitude.

Two thousand yuan in total is not a small amount, even for a gang leader who controls a lot of gang property.

However, this money was originally intended to repay a debt of gratitude, so it doesn't matter if we lose it.

At most, it just means the end of their friendship and the repayment of the debt of gratitude for saving them.

At the same time, I also realized that the other party had a gambling nature and that we would not have any further contact in the future.

As Shen Lang said, knowing the outcome is called investing, and that's his skill.

But once you lose, it becomes gambling, and it's gambling by an extremely greedy, all-or-nothing gambler.

Bai Changrong ran the gang's gambling den and had seen too many gamblers lose so much that they would even use their wives and children as stakes.

Today you can borrow money to gamble, tomorrow you can sell yourself for money!

Therefore, he would never trust a gambler.

With two thousand yuan, you can repay a debt of gratitude and also see a person for who they truly are. Why not kill two birds with one stone?

Shen Lang accepted the two thousand yuan in legal tender, his hands trembling slightly with excitement.

This money is equivalent to fifteen years of his salary!

With this money, I can quickly accumulate capital.

He laughed excitedly, "Fifth Brother, don't worry, as long as you bet on number 6, 'Oscar,' with me, you're guaranteed to win!"

Although the area was crowded with people buying tickets and placing bets, they made no attempt to hide it.

They weren't worried at all about others hearing it.

It's like buying a lottery ticket at a lottery betting station and telling other people the numbers for a guaranteed basketball game win. How many people would believe that?

If someone told you the winning numbers for tonight's lottery, would you believe them?

Um... I believe in the three-color ball lottery!

Of course, it depends on who says it.

If it were an ordinary lottery player saying this, people would at most take it as personal analysis and speculation and laugh it off, without believing it at all.

Shen Lang remembered that once when he was buying 3D lottery tickets, someone joked that today is November 11th, so he should buy a triple number (three ones).

Everyone present just laughed; no one placed a bet.

As it turned out, three ones were drawn that night.

The principle is the same: unless it's said by an authoritative figure, who would believe it?

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A disdainful sneer immediately came from behind: "Buying the number 6 'Oscar' is like throwing money into the water; at least you'd make a splash."

His voice was mocking, as if he were laughing at a fool.

Shen Lang turned around and saw a thin, middle-aged man with a small mustache standing behind him. His hair was combed shiny and he had a rather stylish air about him.

Judging from his clothes and appearance, he should be a middle-class person, such as a comprador.

The man with the mustache didn't feel embarrassed at all when he saw the other person turn to look at him.

He adopted a big brother's tone and lectured, "Number 6, 'Oscar,' has never been in the top three since the start of the competition, making him the biggest upset of the match."

"Even the organizers don't think it will perform well, otherwise why would they offer odds of 20?"

"Young people shouldn't be greedy. No matter how high the odds are, if you can't win, it's just a mirage."

"Take my advice, bro, and buy number 2 'Little Whirlwind' – you'll definitely win."

"The odds may be a little lower, but real money is money, isn't it?"

The analysis was logical and well-founded, and betting suggestions were also given.

Especially since he was holding a document about Yiyuan's sales, he was clearly a seasoned player.

Bai Changrong also laughed and chimed in, "I think this guy is right. Money is money once it's in hand. The probability of an upset is still too low."

When the man with the mustache saw that the other person's friend agreed with his point of view, he raised his chin even higher.

He adopted the aloof and arrogant demeanor of a master.

Shen Lang smiled and showed no aversion to the middle-aged man in front of him.

Although his attitude was a bit pretentious and he was a bit talkative, he had no malicious intent, and his analysis was reasonable and well-founded.

He said with a smile, "If you want to earn some money for pancakes, buy number 2 'Little Whirlwind'. If you want to eat meat in big bites, follow my lead and buy number 6 'Oscar'."

Based on his analysis, the other party certainly wouldn't believe it.

As expected, the bearded man shook his head with a look of disappointment and frustration: "Sigh~ It's hard to persuade this damned fool. I've done everything I could. If you insist on giving the money to Yiyuan, then so be it."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "If I win the Oscar, I will never set foot in Yiyuan again!"

He looked indignant, as if his good intentions had been taken for granted.

Shen Lang wore a faint smile on his face, and rarely argued. Everyone has their own opinion on this kind of thing, and it's impossible to argue who is right and who is wrong before the result is in.

Of course, usually everyone is wrong.

After queuing for ten minutes, I placed all 2200 yuan of my fiat currency on bet number 2, "Oscar," and then followed the crowd into the stands.

As soon as I stepped onto the stands, I was greeted by a noisy commotion.

Thousands of people crowded into the stands, excitedly discussing which day of the night the winner would be.

Shen Lang and Bai Changrong squeezed to the front and found a good spot, leaning on the railing to look around curiously.

It has to be said that the dog racing track is absolutely huge.

Eight smooth tracks stretch out, with a street lamp every ten meters, making the entire track as bright as day.

"Huh? You guys are here too!" The man with the mustache squeezed his way to the front and was taken aback when he saw the two people he had just been trying to persuade.

He laughed and said, "It's really fate that we meet again. I placed a bet of 300 yuan on number 2. You can still buy now!"

Shen Lang shook his head, showed the purchase receipt, and smiled, "I still trust my own choice."

The man with the mustache scoffed, "Young people overthink things. If I win the Oscars, I'll eat all these tickets!"

He shook the seven or eight receipts in his hand, showing great disdain for number 6.

After chatting for a while, a whistle suddenly rang out, echoing throughout the entire arena.

The crowd in the stands began to erupt in cheers.

"here we go!"

"Look, it's here!"