After printing two lottery tickets, Boss Chunxiao handed them to Zhou Congwen, and asked with a smile, "Doctor Xiao Zhou, you won't reward you if you buy them. Is it just for entertainment? It's really pure."

purely?

This is the first time that someone has used this adjective to describe Zhou Congwen.

He smiled and saw that Boss Chunxiao had indeed arranged what he had to do, and pulled him to set up a table outside to watch the football.

"Doctor Xiao Zhou, I recently studied your theory."

Boss Chunxiao was not proud, but frowned slightly.

"Oh?" Zhou Congwen was also interested in this "psychopath" boss. He asked with a smile, "What theory?"

"I don't know." Boss Chunxiao was thinking, "I've already broken the Kelly formula, but I still don't know what mathematical formula you are using. I know that this formula is developed to make money, but you only buy one lottery ticket at a time but it's unreasonable."

"I'm just fooling around. In order to join in the fun, I seem to understand the ball." Zhou Congwen said with a laugh.

Boss Chunxiao shook his head, "If you can't say it, don't say it, just don't lie to me."

“…”

Zhou Congwen didn't expect that the guy in front of him was already sure that he was a mathematician, and he followed him everywhere.

"I thought about it too. According to the final theory of Kelly's formula, the only 100% chance of winning is not to bet. Dr. Xiao Zhou, have you already realized it?"

Zhou Congwen was even speechless.

"Boss, I think you are the great enlightenment. You see, you don't spend money randomly after the demolition, wearing flip flops, big shorts, and drinking beer. What else can you do if you don't have great enlightenment?"

"Hahaha." Boss Chunxiao said proudly, "That's right, not many people can do this at my age."

"So, it's you, it's definitely not me," Zhou Congwen smiled, "And you think deeply about me. I'm just a little doctor. I buy lottery tickets to watch football games. "

Is that true?

Boss Chunxiao looked at Zhou Congwen deeply for a long time, but still felt that what he said was wrong.

Sure enough, two and a half hours later, Boss Chunxiao confirmed his thoughts.

Portugal learned from the Italian team's lessons, played conservatively, and paid attention to self-protection.

Although he played cautiously, his level was still significantly higher than that of the Korean team. Even if he was reluctant, he was still smooth.

But the referee was so powerful that he was blown away and scored two goals before entering the penalty shootout.

The Portuguese team could no longer hold back and lost to South Korea 3:5 in the penalty shootout.

Seeing the results of the game, Boss Chunxiao was stunned.

Zhou Congwen bought the rehearsal as he said to have fun watching the game. After the Korean team won, he didn't claim the prize. He said hello and left directly.

He shouldn't be here in the next Senegal vs. Turkey game, boss Chunxiao guessed in his heart.

While drinking Ha Beer, Boss Chunxiao pondered Zhou Congwen. This little doctor was a little interesting. No matter how he thought about Boss Chunxiao, he couldn't understand Zhou Congwen's thinking logic. And it's very important that Zhou Congwen did not perform any fans at all when watching the football game.

He was very calm throughout the whole process. When he was out of the matter, at least Boss Chunxiao could not see any trace of Dr. Zhou’s interest in football on Zhou Congwen.

"Plop~"

A man in the inner room was kicked out, and his body rolled on the ground a few times, covered in dust.

"I won't see the money tomorrow, you know the consequences." After the strong man said, he spitted on the man's face and turned back to the inner room.

Boss Chunxiao has seen many similar scenes, and it is not surprising at all.

He saw the man walking out, his greasy bald head reflected the sunlight, even if the sunlight was reflected, it seemed to be covered with oil flowers.

Boss Chunxiao clearly remembers that Wang Zhiquan seemed to have had a holiday with Dr. Xiao Zhou, and his father was Dr. Xiao Zhou's immediate boss.

With a moving heart, Boss Chunxiao waved, "Zhiquan, come and sit down."

Wang Zhiquan got up from the ground, wiped the phlegm stains on his face with his sleeves, looked at the inner room with hatred and walked to the boss's table to sit down.

He picked up a bottle of Ha beer and bit it open with his teeth. He gulped and poured half a bottle of beer. His face looked better after he let out a long breath.

"Lost again?" asked Boss Chunxiao.

Wang Zhiquan's face was pale.

"How much did you lose?"

“50,000.”

"..." Boss Chunxiao was speechless.

There are few people who can go to the inner room, and they have some wealth, but they are definitely not rich. Who has a million or tens of millions of big bosses who play as big as a roadside stall?

50,000, it can definitely be said to be a VIP customer.

But these have nothing to do with Boss Chunxiao, and it is not his territory.

"So much, are you suppressing Portugal?" Boss Chunxiao asked with a smile.

"Who knows that Koreans are so rude!" Wang Zhiquan said distressedly.

As he said that, he saw two lottery tickets pressing on the table, one of which was South Korea vs Portugal, and the final score was won by South Korea.

Wang Zhiquan's eyes were green. If he had bought this in advance, he would be the old man in the inner room now! The only one!!

Seeing that his eyes were almost spitting out of fire when he looked at the lottery, Boss Chunxiao smiled and said, "I regret it, it would be great if there was a medicine for regret in this world."

"Boss, your eyes are still poisonous." Wang Zhiquan said enviously.

He stared at the lottery, dreaming that he could see it a few hours ago, and buy the Korean team to win, regardless of whether it wins or not.

"I didn't buy it." Boss Chunxiao said lightly.

"ah?"

"Doctor Zhou, the little one under your father, will occasionally come to buy a lottery ticket, and he will not claim the prize if he wins it." Boss Chunxiao said with a smile, "If you want to say that the doctor is rich, you don't look down on this 80-cent person at all."

"..." Wang Zhiquan suddenly remembered the old fist that hit his eyes that day.

"That dog day Zhou Congwen..."

"Zhiquan, there is an old saying that it is guilty of disobeying experts. Have you heard of it? I remember telling you about this." Boss Chunxiao asked leisurely.

"He is a master of some kind."

"After the opening of the World Cup, Dr. Xiao Zhou came to me to watch a few games, but never lost a single game. If this is not a master, what does it count?"

Wang Zhiquan was silent.

He picked up another lottery and looked at it carefully.

Türkiye wins.

Senegal is moving forward in the World Cup as a dark horse. More and more people are optimistic about him, and the reputation of the French second team has spread wildly.

The odds given in this game are that Senegal is relatively low, which means that Senegal has a relatively large chance of winning.

Yes, the ability to knock the world champion France down is obvious.

But this is another upset.

Wang Zhiquan was staring at the lottery in a daze, and the words of Boss Chunxiao kept echoing in his ears - it is a guilty for not accepting the master.

A few minutes later, he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe it, the salted fish has not yet turned over."
Chapter completed!