The Strongest Berserker of the Female President

In addition to the high odds of the champion, the odds of all odds related to the championship are very high, especially the odds of guessing the top three are ten times, the odds of guessing the top 55 times, the odds of the top ten Guess all right, thirty times the odds.

The odds for the runner-up, third place and other rankings will be much lower, but this does not affect everyone's interest, the odds are so high, why not bet, if the bet is right, it will make a fortune.

So at the money bag, countless people went to bet. The lowest was [-], and the highest was even [-] million. There is no doubt that Dongfang Ming won the championship.

In the evening, according to the statistics, the betting amount exceeded [-] billion, and Dongfang Ming won the championship with [-] billion, which is crazy.

This also proves that these ancient warriors are really rich, all of them are rich, and they don't regard money as money at all.

"Yang Yunfan, you must make money. If you don't win the championship, then I will lose miserably." The money bag looked at the money in the bank card, excited but also a little apprehensive.

It was out of his intuition that Yang Yunfan would definitely win the championship, so he came up with such a big market and attracted everyone to bet.

As long as Yang Yunfan wins the championship, he can at least earn more than 30 billion, which is 30 billion, not 30 yuan, not 300 yuan, but [-] billion.

"Bastard, what are you doing?" At this moment, there was a loud noise, and a middle-aged man walked in directly by kicking the door, staring at the money bag, with an angry expression on his face, and his aura was undisguised.

And behind the middle-aged man, there is a young man in his 20s, but if you look carefully, you can see the gloating light in his eyes.

"Dad, why are you here?" Seeing the middle-aged man in front of him, Qian Bao stood up tremblingly, and shouted.

"How did you open the big market?" But the middle-aged man seemed to have not heard his shout, and directly threw a piece of paper on his face, roaring angrily.

"Dad, don't worry, since I dare to offer such odds, it proves that I am sure." Qiandai picked up the piece of paper and looked at it. It was the market odds he set on it, then raised his head and glanced behind his father. The young man glanced at him, then looked at his father, and said seriously.

"Sure? Where did you get the confidence?" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, but his expression looked a little better.

"Could it be that you used money to buy people into fake matches?" At this moment, the young man behind the middle-aged man spoke with a hint of worry in his words, and said, "If you are found out like this, bro, you will definitely be torn apart by those people , the reputation of the Qian family will also be tarnished by you."

"Have you forgotten the precepts of your ancestors, do you want to ruin the reputation of my Qian family?" Staring at the money bag, the middle-aged man said coldly, even his voice was colder than before.

"Dad, don't listen to those bastards' nonsense. I always pay attention to reputation in business. How can I do things like bribe players." Qian Daizi hurriedly explained, but when he talked about bastards, he glanced at the young man behind his father.

Of course he knew this young man, he was the third uncle's son, named Qian Zhengyi.

Something happened back then that led to the death of the third uncle and his wife, so the father took Qian Zhengyi as his godson and brought him with him.

This guy always looks very obedient and honest in front of his father, but the money bag knows who he is, and he doesn't know how many dirty things he has done behind his back. He even asked someone to assassinate him, but he failed .

As for why he did this, it must be for the title of the young patriarch, because the father only has one son, if something happens to him, then the identity of the young patriarch must fall on him.

After all, although he was not his father's own son, he regarded him as his own son, and he was the third uncle's son, and also belonged to the direct blood of the Qian family.

How could father know what was going on here? Money bag almost didn't need to think about it, he knew it was this guy who was talking behind his back. Otherwise, how could father know that he was busy with what was going on here.

"Then tell me, how did you come up with the odds? If Dongfang Ming wins the championship, do you know how much you will pay this time? At least [-] million, or even more than [-] billion is not impossible." Qian Wanshan said , looking cold.

To be honest, losing several tens of millions or hundreds of millions is nothing to the Qian family, but what he cares about is the failure of the money bag. I don’t know how many people are thinking about the position of the young master of the money bag. As long as they catch a flaw, they will attack him in groups, trying to pull him off the horse.

"Dad, don't you feel at ease when I do things? Since I offer such odds, it proves that I am sure that I can make money." Qiandaizi was helpless. It didn't matter to tell his father about Yang Yunfan, but absolutely not. Let that Qian Zhengyi know.

With the money bag's understanding of him, if he knew, he might do some dirty tricks, and he had no doubts about that.

What happened to Yang Yunfan didn't care about the money bag, and it had nothing to do with him. What he cared about was that when the martial arts conference was disrupted by him, he would have to lose money.

"Then tell me, where does your confidence come from?" Qian Wanshan asked, his expression slightly loosened, but still a bit ugly.

"Dad, you'll understand when the martial arts tournament is over, I'm sure I won't lose." Qian Daizi persuaded.

"Brother, although I don't know where your confidence comes from, Dongfang Ming's strength lies there. Who do you think is his opponent among the other people?" At this moment, Qian Zhengyi's words came again, making everyone Qian Wanshan's complexion, which was slightly loose at first, turned cold again.

"If you say so, then everyone will vote for Dongfang Ming. Then what else do we have to do? We all know that Dongfang Ming will win the championship. Don't we all overwhelm him?" Qian Daizi sneered, turning his head to stare at Qian Justice, with a look of disdain.

This guy doesn't have the ability to make money, but he is proficient in conspiracies and tricks, and the shady people behind him are among the top ten.

"Brother, you are changing the concept secretly. We are talking about odds now." Qian Zhengyi persuaded earnestly.

"Okay, don't pretend to be a good person, I know what I'm doing, so you don't have to worry about it." Money bag waved his hand with contempt on his face.

"How did you talk?" Qian Wanshan frowned slightly, very dissatisfied.

"Dad, although I used the name of the Qian family for this martial arts conference, no matter the money or the materials belong to my company, even if I lose it, it's my business." Qiandai said lightly, unable to suppress his heart. He is furious, who is his real son? After saying that, he still doesn't want to believe himself.

"Brother, I know you have a problem with me, because I called my dad here, but I'm also afraid of your mistake, so I apologize to you." Qian Zhengyi said one brother at a time, as if I was wrong.

Qian Daizi looked at him coldly, pretending to be a good guy again, what I hate the most is that this guy looks like I'm thinking of you, but what's he thinking in his heart, don't you really think you don't know?