"That African team really won? Why are there so many people scolding them?" Li Na asked softly.
"Most of those people had bought lottery tickets. Nigeria had won, and their lottery tickets are worthless. How can they be happy?" Feng Yu explained.
"Did you buy any lottery tickets?" Li Na asked curiously.
"I bet a little. If I did not bet, the Nigerian team's payout would be several times higher." But there is a limit to the number of bets. If not, this will be more profitable than futures.
Feng Yu had also bought some lottery tickets for Nigeria to win. Many US bookmakers had let their people place their bets. Feng Yu did not put in a lot of money, and if Nigeria wins, they will make a few hundred million USD. Those bookmakers will use up all their profits and might even suffer losses.
Feng Yu had never thought of using this to make money. He only wants to have fun. When he told others that Nigeria will win, no one believed him. Even Masao Kameda, who treats Feng Yu as a demi-god, did not believe him. Other than Kirilenko, no one believed him.
Kirilenko had placed a lot of bets on Nigeria from the European bookmakers. He had also bet on Nigeria to win. Because of this, he was laughed at by many of his friends.
How can an African team win?
But now, many people are not sure. Nigeria had performed well in this year's Olympics!
There were lesser spectators at the bronze medal match, and some of them were there to jeer at the Brazilian team. Although Brazil beat Portugal 5-0 in the end, it did not change their image as a loser.
Before the start of the competition, they had shouted that they will win the championship. But now, it seems that it is a joke!
… …
The men's football match started, and Feng Yu did not go to the venue. The venue is too chaotic, and the weather is hot. It's better to sit at home and watch the match on TV. Anyway, Feng Yu had bought a large projector, and it is still air-conditioned.
"Mr. Kirilenko, have some fruits." Li Na placed the washed fruits on the coffee table. Kirilenko had come over to watch the match with Feng Yu.
"Feng, you are lucky to have such a good woman by your side." Kirilenko laughed.
Li Na blushed. She sat next to Feng Yu and peeled a piece of orange. Feng Yu opened his mouth, and the orange entered his mouth. He looked like a rich landlord from the old days!
"What about you? Why aren't you married yet? You are already in your thirties. "Feng Yu glanced at Kirilenko.
"Soon. My father gave me an ultimatum. I must get married next year at the latest." Kirilenko said reluctantly.
"Marriage alliance?" Feng Yu raised his eyebrows and asked. For a family like Kirilenko's, marriage was the most common choice.
Kirilenko nodded. "Yes. Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. The game has started. I listened to you this time and placed a heavy bet. If I win, I can earn a lot! "
Even if he lost, it did not matter. Kirilenko had bet on Nigeria to enter the semifinals and finals. He had already earned back the money he had invested!
"Let's watch the game." Feng Yu replied nonchalantly. It's been a while since he felt this nervous, and he enjoys this feeling!
… …
"Lopez scored! Great goal! I knew Nigeria and Hua Xia Beverage Alliance will not win. The final winner will be our Pepsi! "Pepsi's Deputy CEO, Cruise, clenched his right fist and punched his left palm.
The rest of Pepsi's higher management behind him were also cheering, especially the person in charge of signing the endorsement contract. With this goal, Lopez's commercial value will increase by one level, and their contracts are worth it!
But after a while, Nigeria's Babayaro scored and equalized the score. Cruz extinguished his cigar. He suddenly had a bad feeling. Could it be that Argentina was also defeated by these African natives?
Before halftime, Crespo scored with a header, and the score was 2: 1. Argentina is in the lead again.
Cruise heaved a sigh of relief. Argentina still has the upper hand. The theme of Pepsi's advertisement is the Olympics + Football. The person who scores will be featured on Pepsi's poster!
Football is the most popular sport in the world, and it is not an exaggeration to say it is the most popular sport. With a football star as their spokesperson, Pepsi's sales will surely soar. Crushing Hua Xia Beverage Alliance is a small matter, and Pepsi might even surpass Coca-Cola in some regions!
The sprinters and basketball players signed by Coca-Cola are not as influential as these football stars. From the number of viewers, broadcasters, ratings, etc., football is the most attractive sport in the world!
… …
"Ah! How are those African Americans playing? They let Argentina lead again!" Kirilenko said angrily.
Luckily, there are only the three of them in the room. If the bodyguards heard these racist comments, they will be in trouble. After all, most of the bodyguards are African Americans.
"Don't worry. Nigeria likes to fight back in desperation. Don't you know this after watching the previous matches?" Feng Yu said slowly.
"I also did not watch the previous matches. You are saying that they will equalize and overtake Nigeria?" Kirilenko is overjoyed. If Feng Yu says so, it must be true.
Feng Yu did not say anything and continued watching the match. Kirilenko, on the other hand, raised his glass and took a big gulp of liquor. Others drink cold beer while watching the match, but Kirilenko is drinking vodka!
After a while, Kirilenko jumped up. "Feng, did you see that? It's a draw! It's a draw!"
"I saw it. Sit down and watch the match. What's there to be excited about?" Actually, Feng Yu was very excited in his heart. Amokachi must also be on the cover of the Shanghai Daily!
After a while, Argentina scored another goal. But within five minutes, Nigeria equalized again. It's as if they will not shoot if there is no pressure!
It's a 3-3 draw, and the score is still the same one minute before the end of the match. Kirilenko panics. What's going on? Is there going to be overtime?
"Eh, eh, eh … that African American had rushed over and shot! The ball is in! We won! We won! Feng, we won! "Kirilenko shouted and jumped up excitedly like a kid.
The match was over. Nigeria had won. They had also won!
… …
Bang!
"Is there something wrong with that referee's eyes? Is this not offside? How can this goal be counted?! "Cruise smashed the table and scolded. The rest of Pepsi's staff dare not make a sound.
Defeated. Argentina had actually been defeated by that African team. Before the match, no one could have expected this. Perhaps even the Nigerians did not expect this, right?
Not only Argentina's football team lost, but all their endorsements were also defeated. They had lost to some African athletes, whom Pepsi had never thought of signing.
Pepsi had suffered a huge loss from this endorsement deal!
… …
Feng Yu was relieved. Nigeria had won! MBL had signed the entire champion team, and the beverage alliance had made a killing this time!
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