Chapter 3404: Debt of Favor

"Come on, everyone, be a witness for me and Lin Feng. M拉牛牛 la66We are betting on whether I can have a 'mermaid line'. Lin Feng said I don't have one. If he loses, I will spend $100 million to buy Messi or Fabregas, choose one of the two. If he wins, then I will help him raise $80 billion in cash. How about it, Lin Feng, am I right? You said let me help you introduce, I will help you raise funds directly, this should be generous enough!" Suleiman said proudly.

Mansur and Crown Prince Tamim both looked sideways. They were really a little surprised about this strange bet. Also, when did Suleiman have a mermaid line? Such a fat man, can he have a mermaid line? Whether it is Mansur or Tamim, they are standard Arabs. They are used to enjoying all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas, and they are pampered. Most of these crown princes are round and have a 'general's belly', but this is usually covered by Arab robes, so the outside world can't see it, and they don't care.

Wasn't Suleiman the same before, so fat and like a frog. When did Suleiman have a mermaid line? This is really rare. Suleiman ignored Mansur and Tamim's surprise, and just looked at Lin Feng triumphantly. He looked like you were fooled.

"Lin Feng, I really wanted to help you. Although we have been fighting, we have not had friendship for so many years, but we have a little relationship. I really want to help you through this difficult time. But this time, I can only say sorry." Suleiman shook his head regretfully and was about to lift up his clothes.

"Wait!" Lin Feng stopped Suleiman, "Suleiman. This result will be announced at the end. Wait until the World Cup is over. Now, let's talk about the game first. The game is about to start."

"Huh, do you think you won't lose like this?" Suleiman snorted, "Tell me, how do we play?"

"Crown Prince Tamim, and Senator Mansur, how do you think we should play?" Lin Feng asked.

"Well, let's not decide who is the banker. Let's just guess the score. Whoever guesses the closest score wins. Of course, we have to guess not only the score, but also the number of goals. Including the time of the goal. After comprehensive evaluation, whoever is closest wins." Crown Prince Tamim proposed.

Guessing the score, the number of goals, and the time of the goal is quite difficult. This not only requires experience and judgment, but also luck. If the luck is slightly worse, it won't work. However, the people present have good luck. At least for Tamim and others, they were born with a silver spoon in their mouths. This luck is much better than anyone else. So they don't bet on anything else. Just bet on luck. As for Lin Feng, let alone anything else, being able to be reborn is already a great luck.

"Okay, let's play it this way. How much is the bet?" Mansour asked.

"This way. We don't gamble on money. For us,

money is useless. Just bet on favors. Whoever wins in the end, the other three will owe each other a favor." Tamim didn't wait for Lin Feng and Suleiman to speak. He spoke.

Lin Feng's eyes lit up. This is a good idea. To be honest, winning money is boring. Now I don't lack small money, but big money. But if you say that I bet 80 billion US dollars with them, I have never heard of this. Even if these Arab tycoons are rich, it is impossible for them to bet against Lin Feng like this. After all, once they lose, it is not so easy to take out so much money. After all, this is a gamble, not an investment. If such a large sum of money is taken out and said to be lost, I am afraid that the family will go crazy.

And favors are the best. Don't owe favors to others. It would be great if these three Arab tycoons owed me a favor. This favor is worth a lot of money. Lin Feng thinks that this bet is the best, and it is also true for Suleiman and the other three. Mansour is a member of the UAE royal family, Suleiman is the heir to the Abu Dhabi consortium, and Tamim is the crown prince of Qatar. Their identities are not simple, and they are all rich and powerful. As for Lin Feng, it goes without saying that the "Second Consortium" is well-known, and with Lin Feng's influence in the IT industry, this favor is enough to satisfy them.

"Okay, I bet Italy will win, 1:0 against France, and this goal will be scored around the 35th minute." Suleiman said first.

"I bet that the two sides will be tied 0:0 in 90 minutes, and France will score in the 110th minute of overtime, and finally win 1:0." Mansour said calmly.

"Well, I think both sides will play penalties, and Italy will win 5:3 in the end!" Tamim said loudly.

Lin Feng smiled.

"Why, are you so optimistic about Italy?" Lin Feng smiled.

"Lin Feng, you can bet on France to win." Suleiman snorted.

"Haha, France? That won't work, that really won't work. I still believe in Italy. But I'm different from you. I think that in 90 minutes, the score is 1:1, and the penalty is 5:3 Italy wins, and the final result is 6:4." Lin Feng said with a smile.

The three of them despised together. This is too blind, 1:1, penalty 5:3, total score 6:4, you have to be so precise! Do you really think you can predict the future!

Lin Feng smiled, not caring about the three people's rolling eyes.

"Boss, the German meal you ordered is here." At this time, Lin Chiling pushed the door in, followed by some waiters, all holding plates in their hands. The plate was opened, and there was steam coming out of it, and the aroma was fragrant. The whole box was immediately filled with the aroma of barbecue. The oil on the barbecue and the golden meat made people's appetite whetted.

"Come, let's watch the game and enjoy German food together. The French red wine and foie gras that Gaddafi had yesterday were not really to my taste. For me, it's more comfortable to eat big chunks of meat and drink big gulps of wine." Lin Feng said with a smile.

Lin Feng's words were deeply agreed by the three people. Arabs are also a nation that eats big chunks of meat and drinks big gulps of wine. Gaddafi's pretense of elegance really made them a little unbearable. Yesterday's meal was quite expensive, but it was not comfortable to eat. Today's big chunk of German barbecue and German dark beer are more satisfying.

"Why, Suleiman, don't you want to eat? Then we won't be polite." Lin Feng glanced at Suleiman who was a little hesitant, smiled, grabbed a piece of barbecue directly, and put it to his mouth. When he bit it with his teeth, his mouth was full of juice, and the aroma splashed, which was very tempting. After chewing for a while, Lin Feng drank half a glass of beer in a big gulp, and then burped for a long time.

"Great, great! Come on, forget about him, let's eat!" Lin Feng called Tamim and Mansur.

Tamim and Mansur were also seduced by Lin Feng's enjoyable eating and drinking. The two usually pay attention to their status and chew slowly, but in fact, Arabs eat large chunks of meat and drink big mouthfuls of wine. Now there are no outsiders here, everyone is a person of status, eating and drinking like this, they are not afraid of being laughed at by anyone. At the moment, they were not polite, just grabbing meat with their hands, drinking dark beer, and burping, which was very enjoyable.

As for Lin Chiling, she withdrew. In such a scene, it was not appropriate for her, a woman, to be here. And it would make several Arab crown princes and parliamentarians feel unnatural. The Arab world is a typical world of male superiority and female inferiority. They would not be like this when women are present.

Suleiman looked depressed. These three guys were too annoying. How could they be so annoying. They really thought they were air and transparent. Eating and drinking like this, isn't this tempting! Suleiman tried his luck silently, felt it, nodded secretly, and then he was no longer polite, rushed over directly, joined the "battle" of Lin Feng and others, and began to eat and drink.

At this time, the game suddenly whistled. The French team won a penalty. Zidane scored a spoon penalty to help the French team open the record, 1:0.

At this time, Mansour, Suleiman, and Tamim were all stunned. The French team scored a goal, which was troublesome, and the three of them were out of the game. Of course, Mansour still had a chance. He guessed that France would win in overtime 1:0. Even if France scored in the first half, if the total score was 1:0, then compared to others, his score was the closest, and he would naturally be the winner. Of course, there was also Lin Feng, who guessed 1:1. If Italy scored another goal, Lin Feng would win.

As for Suleiman and Tamim, there was no chance at all. They guessed that Italy would win, which was completely irrelevant. Of course, if Italy counterattacked in the end, it would be different.

The four continued to eat and drink and continue to pay attention to the game. At this time, the game was 19 minutes in, and Italy used a corner kick to tie the score. The score on the field was 1:1.

Suleiman and the other two frowned, and Lin Feng guessed the score. But Mansour was not desperate. Lin Feng guessed that Italy would win. If France won, Lin Feng would still lose. He still won.

The four continued to eat and drink. However, the subsequent game was dull, and the score did not change until the end of the game. The same was true for overtime, which was about to enter overtime. As a result, suddenly, an accident happened on the field. Zidane knocked down Italian central defender Materazzi with an iron head, and was immediately sent off with a red card. This scene attracted boos from the audience.

This World Cup was Zidane's last one and his last game. After this game, Zidane chose to retire directly, and he would bid farewell to his playing career. As a result, his playing career ended with a red card, which was too embarrassing. Although this still cannot affect his greatness, this disgraceful scene is indeed a bit regrettable.

"Ah!" Lin Feng also sighed. Before this, Lin Feng had told Zidane through Sophie Marceau to control his emotions on the court. Unfortunately, Zidane still failed to control his emotions. Obviously, Materazzi's words were quite lethal, and even the always elegant Zidane couldn't help it.

Poisonous tongue, this is it!

Amid the sighs of the crowd, the overtime ended, and the game was decided by penalty kicks. At this moment, the box became tense. (To be continued)