Chapter 68： Hooliganism

John Hunter looked more and more wrong, and the more he looked, the more he couldn't sit still.

The first half ended with 4:0, and Southampton was almost guaranteed to win.

But in the second half, this team from the South Coast didn’t have the idea of ​​stopping at all. It was just going to kill Charlton, the home team. The momentum was like treating Charlton as your death. The enemy.

Soon, Southampton scored two consecutive goals in the second half, Ibrahimovic staged a hat-trick, Adam Lallana also scored a goal, which quickly expanded the total score to 6:0.

With this, John Hunter finally couldn't sit still.

He bet 500,000 pounds, and now he has lost six goals, that is to say, he lost a total of three million pounds.

For their family's total assets of over 100 million pounds, it is indeed not a lot.

But the problem is that he has no money to pay it back!

I'm afraid I won't make up the 500,000 pounds. Where did the three million pounds come from?

The rich second-generation people around John Hunter share the same thoughts.

There are always only one or two goals in football matches, and three goals are a lot.

So when they were betting, they were all encouraged by John Hunter to fight for it and bet all of their wealth.

But now, after losing six goals, how can they get the money back?

"Master John, what should I do now?" A follower next to him approached and asked with a sad face.

John Hunter looked down the aisle and found that Yang Huan and Wilkinson were sitting in the middle position, as if not paying attention to them, and suddenly felt relieved, with a trace of luck, "What should I do? I will leave first before talking."

"Leaving?" Someone was scared, "But we signed the note."

"What are you afraid of?" John Hunter decided to start playing rascals, "This is Britain, not their China. What about signing the slip? Could he still eat us?"

Everyone thought, yes, this is the UK, he is a foreigner, how dare he treat them?

Let's talk about it, run home first, this Chinese boy who is not familiar with his place, may not find them.

In case it really goes to court, they are regarded as underground gambling, which is not legal at all.

The so-called legalization of gambling in the UK refers to formal channels, but they are not formal channels.

"Yes, he's still the boss of Southampton. The boss of the Saints bet on football. It's really a big deal. Let's see who is unlucky!"

"That's why I didn't think of it."

"Master John is still smart, and he has long thought of this trick. It seems that we are invincible!"

Being flattered by his classmates, John Hunter felt more proud the more he thought about it, he laughed, and waved his hand, "Let’s go first and leave them alone."

"Okay, go first!"

Twelve or twenty people all stood up, but they didn't dare to show up too much, for fear of awakening Yang Huan in the distant stands.

But when they were about to leave, they found someone blocking the aisle.

"Sit back for me!" Long Wu took both hands and blocked both rows of aisles.

"Our Young Master Huan said, you guys, don't even want to leave!"

John Hunter has a guilty conscience. He didn’t expect that he had been prepared long ago, but he saw Long Wu alone, and his heart became fat. He asked, "Why do you keep us here?"

Long Wu's sharp eyes stared at this rich second generation. He had long looked at this guy as unpleasant.

is also the second generation of rich, Young Master Huan is tall, rich and handsome, this guy is a short and chubby.

"Just rely on my fist!" When Long Wu said cruel words, he clenched his fists and made a snapping joint.

"Don't blame me for the ugly words ahead, anyone who dares to leave the seat without authorization, I will throw it out of here."

When he said so, all the rich second generations were shocked.

Rich people are usually afraid of death, especially this group of rich second generations who were born with golden keys, how can they be willing to die?

"I count to three, and whoever is still standing, I will use him for surgery!"

After finishing speaking, Long Wu didn't care what the group of guys thought, he just counted.

"One...Two..."

has not yet yelled to three, this group of guys have ran back one by one, sitting more upright than the pupils.

"Mother, boo!" Long Wu cursed.

He hoped that someone would pass by so that he could beat him up.

Think about it, he hasn't beaten people for a long time, and he hasn't competed with people for a long time, and his hands are itchy.

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Southampton finally defeated Charlton at the Valley Stadium with a smooth 8:0 away.

This hearty victory not only created the biggest victory in the League of Nations in the past few years, but also the most amazing victory in Southampton in recent years.

All the more than 4,000 Saints fans who followed the team to the away game were crazy.

After the game, the team was led by captain Adam Lallana, thanking the fans who came with the team.

Harry was in the stands, playing drums vigorously, bringing a crowd of fans to cheer.

defeated a powerful opponent with eight goals. The victory of this game not only showed Southampton's strong offensive firepower, but also showed all fans Southampton's **** and gorgeous offensive football for the first time.

When the players accepted the fans cheering, Yang Huan was in the stands, accepting Wilkinson’s congratulations.

Although Charlton’s chairman Murray was upset because of the team’s loss, he even felt that Southampton did not take into account the face of the home team, and he blindly bombarded and scored Charlton’s eight goals. .

But these can't be written on the face, I can only keep it in my heart and find a chance to take revenge.

Yang Huan didn't take this to heart. He is now the team who has won the game, and he has also won the game. He is in a great mood.

Saying goodbye to Wilkinson and Murray, Yang Huan, accompanied by Zhang Ning, Nicolas Cortez, Sun Yue and others, walked up to John Hunter and others, nodded, and didn’t miss a single one. .

Nodded admiringly at Long Wu, and Yang Huan turned to look at John Hunter.

"Eight goals, or 4 million, Master John, thank you!"

received a total of 1.65 million pounds, which means that Yang Huan now earns 13.2 million pounds.

Think carefully, not much, not enough to buy a Neuer or Vidal.

barely enough to pay Ibrahimovic's salary.

ahem, why didn’t you press a bigger one just now?

bet five million, that's fun.

John Hunter now has the heart to kill Yang Huan. When Master John has been in London for so many years, when did he receive such insults? Let alone being collected by a foreigner in person.

But there is a saying that is good, people are short-lived, debts are in debt, and if there is no money to pay, they must pretend to be grandchildren.

"Isn't it four million? Well, I don't have that much cash with me now. Give me a bank account and I will remit it to you!" John Hunter said with a smile.

It looked like he didn't care about four million at all.

"Yes, give us an account, and we will transfer it to your account later."

"I will give you another day for the one million pounds thing!"

All of his little followers followed his words.

Who would bring millions to the streets for no reason?

After Yang Huan listened, he laughed and stared at John Hunter and others, "But I don't trust you, what should I do?"

John Hunter’s smiling face froze, "You...who am I? Are you still afraid that I will fall behind?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that you will be wronged. Who will I ask for?"

Yang Huan is not stupid. There is no legal protection for gambling. Who knows if this group of guys will play rogues and run out of sight. Who will cry?

At the beginning, Liu Mingwei knew everything about himself, and he was still afraid of falling behind.

It can be seen that this kind of thing still has to be counted face to face.

John Hunter is gone, so he just spread his hands, "Then look at it for yourself, I have no money anyway."

Yang Huan had expected it early, and was not angry, smiled and found a place to sit down, "Then wait."

John Hunter and others couldn't figure out what Yang Huan was thinking.

But since he said he wanted to wait, just wait.

So a group of people can only sit down again.

About five minutes later, I saw a little fat man walking out of the elevator in sweat.

"Master Huan, I'm coming!" Kesh Harris said out of breath.

When Yang Huan saw the investment consultant from the City of London, he slapped his thigh with both hands, stood up and greeted him.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Kesh."

Kesh Harris was panting, but he didn't dare to show any disrespect to Yang Huan. You know, Yang Huan spent more than 100 million euros on the transfer market this summer, but they were all operating out of his funds. Yes, he also made a lot of money from it.

The increase in fame and influence, let alone more.

"Where did Young Master Huan say something, if you say something, I will come in the water, go in the fire, nothing said!" Kesh Harris was very righteous.

Yang Huan didn't try to guess what he meant by saying this. For him, as long as the person is trustworthy, that's fine.

"Kesh, I have some trouble."

"Trouble? What's the trouble?" Kesh Harris glanced at John Hunter and others. He recognized John Hunter. When the Hunter family bought shares in Charlton, he did it himself.

There are other people he knows, or they have business dealings with the family behind them.

John Hunter and others also know Kesh Harris. The City of London is so big. Who doesn't know this little fat man with big hands and eyes? Even if you haven't met, at least you've seen it in the newspaper, right?

When they saw Keshe Harris coming, they all cried out in their hearts.

"They gambled with me just now, and we set up a paper, but I won, but they spread their hands, took off their pants, and no money!"

Kesh? Harris heard it, and he was secretly happy. Isn't this just showing that you are a hooligan?

Look at John Hunter again, smiling in his heart, if the old Mr. Hunter knows about this, it is estimated that this kid will have to peel off his skin if he is not dead. You know, the Hunter family is a well-known strict tutor.

It's okay to say that I lost money. It would be a great shame if I was told that I lost money and wanted to repay the bill.

The Hunter family prides themselves on being a family in London, and it is absolutely not allowed to happen.

"Master Huan, they are all young and well-known children from rich families in London. UU reading shouldn't fall for it."

Yang Huan said, "The number is less, I believe not, but if the number is more..."

After hearing this, Keish Harris' eyelids twitched, "Master Huan, are you betting big?"

Yang Huan laughed and walked over, he is now a winner, naturally he wants to raise his head and shrink his abdomen.

walked over and pointed to John Hunter, "This Master John bet 500,000 pounds."

"Oh, five hundred thousand pounds, not much." Kesh Harris replied.

"But he lost eight goals." Yang Huan added with a smile.

"Eight balls...what? Lost eight balls?" Kesh Harris reacted and lost his voice.

John Hunter lowered his head, his face was ashamed and annoyed, why was he so dizzy just now?

"One ball is half a million, eight **** is four million pounds."

Kesh Harris has already looked at John Hunter in disbelief, four million pounds, how bad is this to do this kind of thing?

John Hunter is full of regret, who knew he would lose eight goals?

"As for the others, bet all of them at £1.15 million and lose eight goals. You count yourself."

Kesh Harris heard that he almost fell on the seats in the stands.

He finally understood why Yang Huan would say that he was in trouble.

Over ten million pounds of gambling debt, is it so easy to collect?