Chapter 15: Trouble Comes Knocking
Bang!
A beer bottle shattered on the floor, followed by Kwan Tsai Sum's furious outburst: "Damn it, these British Empire guys are too useless, they actually lost?"
"Hey, hey, hey, Sen Ge, can you have some public decency?"
Sitting beside him, watching the live broadcast of the football match, Wu Feng said exasperatedly, "This is a public place!"
"What public place, what not public place, I lost a lot this time!"
Kwan Tsai Sum ultimately didn't lay hands on the TV broadcasting the post-match news, saying indignantly, "That was half a year of my income, and now it's all gone!"
"Who told you to gamble so big?"
Wu Feng felt no sympathy, instead, he laughed heartily: "I told you a long time ago, don't be too blind!"
"Damn it, you must have made a lot of money this time, kid?"
Kwan Tsai Sum reined in his temper, enviously saying, "I should have listened to you earlier!"
"Heh heh, Sen Ge, you were so confident that British Empire would win!"
Wu Feng said with a smile, "How could you listen to anyone else's ideas?"
At this point, the World Cup had entered its latter half.
Kwan Tsai Sum's gambling addiction was significant; he not only spent a lot of money in Macau but also splurged a considerable amount at reputable underground bookmakers. It was estimated that he truly might have lost half a year's income.
Wu Feng could only express: He's truly a lunatic!
Given this guy's status and the income from the venues he managed, around 100,000 a month was certainly achievable.
Half a year's income, nearly a million, was a sum that few among the top brass of even first-rate triads could afford to simply throw away.
He himself naturally invested some money, but what he showed was naturally not much.
Even if it all ended up profitable, the maximum gain would only be five or six hundred thousand.
While it would still draw envy, there would definitely be no clueless individuals actively seeking trouble.
Of course, there's no need to publicize the hidden investments and potential returns.
After all, he created a football atmosphere in the venues he managed, so he had to have some common language with the drinkers who enjoyed this, otherwise, how would he get them to come back next time?
The reputation of Shanghai Street nightclubs still lagged somewhat behind those on Portland Street, which also belonged to Mong Kok.
In fact, he also revealed his unique insights into the World Cup.
Moreover, there were ways to invest money to corroborate this, and it ultimately proved that his choices were correct.
A profit of hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars was nothing, but it demonstrated a tangible ability.
Not to mention ordinary drinkers, even the off-duty police officers who were attracted praised Wu Feng's ability in this regard highly.
At this moment, as long as he showed up at the nightclub, he would be pulled aside to discuss his views on the upcoming matches.
It wasn't just simple chitchat; it involved the real money investments of many drinkers, so how could they not take it seriously?
Speaking of which, Kwan Tsai Sum was a very obvious negative example!
This guy not only dared to invest but also liked to publicize it loudly.
Whenever a match started, he would make wild pronouncements in the nightclub's football salon area, stating which team he favored and how much he had invested in them.
The most bizarre thing was that he even encouraged many fellow fans to invest with him, claiming they would definitely make a fortune.
As a result, this guy seemed to be possessed by bad luck; almost all of his predictions were wrong, and naturally, all the large sums of Hong Kong dollars he invested went down the drain, making him almost a laughingstock in the salon circle.
This time, Kwan Tsai Sum's investment once again went down the drain, and naturally, he was so depressed that he lost his temper.
As a companion, Wu Feng didn't give him any face, mocking and ridiculing him as he saw fit. After all, this guy had always been self-righteous.
"Feng Ge, Feng Ge, the guests downstairs are asking for you!"
Just then, a subordinate came over and said, "They all want to hear Feng Ge analyze the upcoming matches!"
"These guys are really something!"
Wu Feng could only get up, muttering exasperatedly, "Didn't I already talk about it before? Do they want to continue?"
"Heh heh, they probably want to boost their confidence!"
The subordinate who delivered the message chuckled, "Actually, the brothers also really want to hear it!"
"Hear what? Do you have that much capital to mess around with?"
Wu Feng cursed with a smile, "All of you, be honest. Don't mess around if you don't have the capital!"
"Sen Ge, you rest well, I'm going downstairs to work!"
Before leaving, he waved to the sheepish Kwan Tsai Sum, not bothering with the fellow's complex mood at the moment, and slowly walked downstairs.
"This kid, why does he seem to be doing better and better?"
Watching Wu Feng's figure disappear, Kwan Tsai Sum pinched his chin, feeling very strange.
"Sen Ge, he made hundreds of thousands in a short time, his whole spirit is different!"
The trusted subordinate next to him grumbled, "If it were me, I'd be showing off like crazy already!"
"Get lost!"
Kwan Tsai Sum said exasperatedly, "With your unlucky appearance, you still want to get rich overnight? Dream on!"
"Sen Ge, you can't abandon me after crossing the river!"
The trusted subordinate wailed, "I listened to Sen Ge, didn't even save money for food, invested it all and lost everything. For a while, I'll have to freeload!"
"You bastard..."
Kwan Tsai Sum was so angry his liver hurt. Can't you stop rubbing salt in my wounds?
On the other side, Wu Feng went downstairs to the lobby of the sauna on the first floor.
"Feng Ge is here, quickly tell us your thoughts on the upcoming matches!"
There were several bathing pools in the lobby, all filled with guests at the moment. Seeing Wu Feng, their eyes lit up and they shouted loudly, making the already lively atmosphere even more boisterous.
"Didn't I say it before? I'm rooting for the strong South American teams to win the championship in the end!"
Wu Feng sat down on a chair and said exasperatedly, "This World Cup is held in America. Their own football strength is not inferior to Europe, especially the Samba Legion and the Pampas Eagles, both are top-tier teams!"
"Economically speaking, both the Samba Legion and the Pampas Eagles' respective countries are quite good; they don't need to give any face to the strong European football nations and can fully exert their own strength!"
"Plus the home advantage, unless the European powerhouses have astonishing strength and luck, there's little chance of them winning the championship. Anyway, I'm not optimistic about them!"
Just kidding, in a world where Su Xiong existed, the South American countries were all doing quite well.
Especially the country of the Pampas Eagles; they had become an economically developed nation just by selling beef!
Their national strength was not weak, and their economic strength was also decent. At least they didn't need to curry favor with the strong European nations, and when they met on the field, they naturally didn't need to be polite.
Moreover, the 1980s and 1990s were when football talents from both countries exploded, with world-class superstars emerging one after another, and their combat power was quite astonishing.
Just as Wu Feng was speaking eloquently, a team of police officers suddenly rushed in: "Don't move, police inspection!"
