Chapter 68 Playing a Hooligan

John Hunter looked more and more wrong, the more he looked, the more he could not sit still.

In the first half, the two sides ended 4-0, and Southampton can almost be said to be a winner.

But in the second half, this team from the south coast had no idea of ​​stopping at all. They simply wanted to beat the home team Charlton to the death. enemy.

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

This time, John Hunter finally couldn't sit still.

He bet £500,000 and has now lost six goals, which means he has lost £3 million in total.

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

But the problem is, he has no money to pay back at all!

I'm afraid I won't be able to get together half a million pounds. Where did the three million pounds come from?

The group of second-generation rich people around John Hunter all feel the same way.

Football games have always only been one or two goals, three goals is a lot.

So when they made their bets, they were all encouraged by John Hunter to go all out and bet their entire net worth.

But now, after losing six goals, how can they have any money to pay them back?

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

John Hunter looked down the aisle and found Yang Huan and Wilkinson sitting in the middle, as if he didn't pay attention to them. He felt relieved and felt a little bit of luck, "What should I do? Let's go first."

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

"What are you afraid of?" John Hunter decided to start acting as a rogue. "This is the UK, not China, so what if you sign a note? Could he still eat us?"

When everyone thought about it, yes, this is the UK. He is a guy from a foreign country. How dare he treat them?

Besides, run home first, this Chinese boy who is unfamiliar with his life may not be able to find them.

If it really goes to court, they are considered underground gambling, which is not legal at all.

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

"Yeah, he's still the boss of Southampton, the boss of the Saints betting on football, it's really a big deal, see who's unlucky!"

"That's right, why didn't I think of that?"

"It's still Mr. John who is smart and has thought of this move for a long time. It seems that we are invincible!"

Being flattered by his followers, the more John Hunter thought about it, the more proud he became. He laughed and waved his hand, "Let's go first and leave them alone."

"Okay, let's go first!"

All of them stood up with a shout, but they didn't dare to be too public, for fear of awakening Yang Huan in the distant stand.

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

"Sit back for me!" Long Wu held both of his hands, blocking both rows of aisles.

"Our young master Huan said, none of you want to leave!"

John Hunter had a guilty conscience. He didn't expect people to be ready.

But seeing Long Wu alone, his heart became fat, and he asked, "Why do you keep us here?"

Long Wu stared at this rich second generation with sharp eyes, and he had long thought that this guy was not pleasing to the eye.

It is also a rich second generation, and Young Master Huan is tall, rich and handsome. No matter how you look at this guy, he is a short and fat man.

"It's just my fist!" Long Wu clenched his fist and made a crackling sound when he said harsh words.

"Don't blame me for the ugly words. Anyone who dares to leave their seat without permission will be thrown from here."

When he said this, all the rich second generation were frightened.

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

"I count to three, whoever is still standing, I'll use him to open the knife!"

After that, Long Wu didn't care what the group of guys thought, he just started counting.

"One...two..."

Before shouting three, this group of guys had already run back one by one, sitting even more upright than elementary school students.

"Mother's, coward!" Long Wu cursed.

He wished that someone would break in so he could beat him hard.

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

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Southampton finally beat Charlton 8-0 at the Valley Stadium.

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

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

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

Harry was in the stands, drumming hard, and cheering with a crowd of fans.

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

While the players were cheering and cheering from the fans, 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 didn't take into account the face of the home team, and even blindly bombarded and scored eight goals for Charlton, and he was a little dissatisfied. .

But there is no way to write these on your face, you can only keep it in your heart and find an opportunity to take revenge.

Yang Huan didn't take this to heart. Now that the team won the game, he also won the game, and he was in a good mood.

Saying goodbye to Wilkinson and Murray, Yang Huan, accompanied by Zhang Ning, Nicola Cortes, Sun Yue and others, walked to John Hunter and others, nodded, and did not miss a single one. .

Admiringly nodded at Long Wu, Yang Huan turned to look at John Hunter.

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

A total of 1.65 million pounds was collected, which means that Yang Huan now earns 13.2 million pounds.

Come to think of it, not much, not enough to buy a Neuer, or a Vidal.

Barely enough to pay Ibrahimovic's salary.

Cough, why didn't you bet a little bigger just now?

Bet five million, and that's enough fun.

John Hunter now has the heart to kill Yang Huan. When has Master John received such an insult after so many years in London? Not to mention the debt collection by a foreigner in person.

But there is a saying that is good, people are poor and short-lived, they owe their debts to pay their debts, but they have no money to pay them back.

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

It looked like he didn't take four million to heart at all.

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

"A million pound thing, another day for you!"

His group of small followers also followed his words.

Who would bring millions to the streets for no reason?

After Yang Huan heard this, 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 afraid that I will default on my debt?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that you will default on the debt. Who will I ask for it?"

Yang Huan is not stupid, and there is no legal protection for gambling like this. Who knows if these guys will be rogues and run away without a trace, so who will they cry for?

At the beginning, Liu Mingwei knew the bottom line of himself, and he was still afraid of reneging on the debt.

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

John Hunter couldn't do anything right now, he just spread out his hands, "Then see for yourself, I don't have any money on me anyway."

Yang Huan had expected it earlier, so he wasn't angry. He smiled and found a place to sit down, "Then just wait."

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

But since he said he was going to wait, then wait.

So a group of people can only sit down.

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

"Master Huan, I'm here!" Cash Harris said breathlessly.

As soon as Yang Huan saw the investment advisor from the City of London, he clapped his hands on his thighs, stood up, and greeted him.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Cash."

Kesh Harris was panting, but he didn't dare to be disrespectful to Yang Huan. You must know that Yang Huan spent more than 100 million euros in the transfer market this summer, but all of it was operated through his funds. Yes, he also made a lot of money from it.

The increase in fame and influence, not to mention needless to say.

"Where did Mr. Huan say, you say a word, I'm in the water, I'm in the fire, I didn't say anything!" Cash Harris was very loyal.

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

"Kish, I'm in a bit of trouble."

"Trouble? What trouble?" Cash Harris glanced at John Hunter and others. He recognized John Hunter. When the Hunter family invested in Charlton, he personally arranged it.

In addition, some of the other people he knew or had business dealings with the families behind them.

John Hunter and others also know Cash Harris, the City of London is so big, who doesn't know this little fat man with eyes wide open? Even if you haven't met, at least you've seen it in the newspapers, right?

When they saw Kesh Harris coming, they all screamed inwardly.

"Just now they bet with me, we made a note, and I won, but they spread their hands, took off their pants, and had no money!"

When Cash Harris heard this, he secretly rejoiced. Isn't this a hooliganism?

Looking at John Hunter again, he smirked in his heart. If old Mr. Hunter knew about this, it is estimated that this kid would have to peel off his skin if he didn't die. You must know that the Hunter family is notoriously strict with tutors.

It's okay to lose money, but it would be a huge shame if you were told that you lost money and wanted to repay your debts.

The Hunter family prided themselves on being the most prestigious family in London, and would never allow such a thing to happen.

"Master Huan, they are all well-known and well-known children of wealthy families in London, so they shouldn't default on their debts."

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

After hearing this, Cash Harris' eyelids jumped, "Master Huan, are you betting too much?"

Yang Huan walked over with a laugh, he is a winner now, and naturally he wants to hold his chest high and shrink his abdomen.

He walked over and pointed at John Hunter, "This young master bet half a million pounds."

"Oh, half a million pounds, not much," answered Cash Harris.

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

"Eight goals... what? Lost eight goals?" Cash Harris had lost his voice.

John Hunter bowed his head, his face full of shame and annoyance. How could he be dazed just now?

"Five million for one goal, four million for eight goals."

Cash Harris looked at John Hunter in disbelief. Four million pounds, how much of a loser would he have to do such a thing?

John Hunter was full of remorse, who knew he would lose eight goals?

"As for the others, add up to £1.15 million and lose eight goals and you'll do the math."

When Keish Harris heard this, he almost fell on the seats in the stands.

He finally understood why Yang Huan said he was in trouble.

Is the gambling debt of more than 10 million pounds so easy to collect?