Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 609 is the first again
Hearing the fat man's answer, Meng Changyun, who had seen the world, could still hold on, but Zhao Xueying had already gone crazy.

She learns cooking from Meng Changyun, and her annual salary is more than 600 million. She thought this income was enough to brag about for a lifetime before, but now seeing the speed at which Fatty makes money, she feels that no one earns as much as she burns for her ancestors in her grave.

Depressedly, she returned to the room. After lunch, she secretly observed Meng Changyun after returning to the room for a lunch break, and then lightly knocked on the door of the fat man's room.

"Fat brother, hehe..."

"Brother Fat? Yo, you even know you're called Brother?"

The fat man teased, as if he knew the purpose of the other party's visit.

"Do you also want to take a chance on turning a bicycle into a motorcycle?"

"Hehe, I see that you are having so much fun, so I want to join in the fun."

For this kind of thing, a girl is still a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, I'll vote for you."

The fat man sat cross-legged on a chair and opened a few markets to introduce to her.

"I have money in the background of the plate, and I can help you invest. It's convenient for you to return the money to me. It's agreed in advance. Betting is risky. If you win, you will earn, and if you lose, you will lose all."

He pointed to the third round of the No. 1 handicap and continued to explain to Zhao Xueying.

"You see, this is a separate bet for each round. For example, you can choose to bet on the promotion, and everyone's odds are different. For example, Kawada Yuichi and Park Zhizhang, who are most likely to advance, their odds in the third round It is only 1 to 1.001, and the odds of players from these small countries can reach as high as 1 to 20. Although the odds are high, the probability of their elimination is also high. It is the so-called high risk and high reward."

"What about Ling Yun? What are his odds?"

"Him? At the beginning, his odds were quite high. After these two rounds, he has become a favorite, so his odds in the third round are only 1:1.5."

"Ah? It's so low..."

Seeing Zhao Xueying sigh in disappointment, the fat man smiled and opened another betting interface.

"It doesn't matter. In addition to betting on promotion, you can also bet on score and ranking. The odds are much higher, you see."

The fat man pointed to the betting interface and introduced it to Zhao Xueying.

"Ling Yun is like Ling Yun. You can choose his scoring ranking in the third round. For example, if we choose No.1, the odds are 1 to 10. If he advances first in the third round, then we can get 10 times the compensation , if you don’t think it’s exciting enough, you can continue to choose his score in the third round, for example, we choose 100 points. This odds will directly become 1 to 100, and the highest odds of the handicap is 100 times.”

Zhao Xueying wowed, but then pouted and complained.

"It's almost impossible to bet on it. Ranking is already difficult to bet on, and scoring is even more difficult. If you bet on 100 points, if he gets 99 points in the next round, it would be a shame to lose."

"Then there's no way."

The fat man shrugged.

"If you want to make money absolutely, then bet on the promotion board, bet on Lingyun. It's not bad to earn 100 million for 150 million. The probability of his promotion in the third round is still very high."

Although she is a member of the same team, although Zhao Xueying also believes that Ling Yun can advance, she still does not believe that Ling Yun will continue to advance as No.1, let alone that he can get a perfect score of 100 again.

So biting her lip, she thought for a moment, then awkwardly spoke to the fat man.

"That's troublesome...you can help me bet on the promotion bet, and earn less if you earn less."

"Okay, how much do you bet?"

"Just... just bet 100 million."

Originally, Zhao Xueying wanted to say 500 million, but she changed it when she was on the verge of speaking. After all, for her, such a large sum of money cannot be thrown into it all at once. Everything is just in case.

If something happened, wouldn't she be ruined overnight?
But the fat man curled his lips indifferently.

"Okay, bet 100 million, the odds are 1.5..."

……

After a nap, everyone recovered to their best state of mind, and then began to go to the competition site one after another.

But after the game scene, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Oh God, it just stinks..."

"Who is this frying shit? Why is it so smelly?"

……

Although it was an open-air competition venue, as soon as this group of people approached the competition site, they were immediately blinded by the stench.

At this time, Meng Changyun, Zhao Xueying and others looked at the people around them suspiciously, and only then noticed their reactions.

"They seem to smell a strong stench..."

Zhao Xueying shrugged, at the moment she felt that losing her sense of smell seemed to be quite good.

But for a second, she felt that something was wrong.

"Welcome to the remaining 44 representative teams. The topic of the third round is soup. Each of you has a bowl of soup on the table. You need to write down the ingredients for this dish within 1 hour. Remember, the last It’s best to only write the correct ones, and don’t try to challenge your luck, because if you write a wrong material, you will lose 1 point.”

The beautiful host calmly introduced the competition topic and rules, but...she seems to be standing a little far away this time.

Ling Yun and Meng Changyun glanced at each other, and they looked at the bowl in front of them. The bowl contained half a bowl of yellow-brown turbid liquid, but because they lost their sense of smell and taste, they couldn't smell anything at all.

"This time I'm dead..."

Meng Changyun sighed, and a great sense of frustration welled up in his heart.

The last round of national dishes, without the sense of taste and smell, the impact is not too great, but this round...

If you want to write about the ingredients in the soup, you can't smell or taste it, so he doesn't have the slightest confidence in winning.

And Zhao Xueying was so depressed that she wanted to cry. In the first two rounds, she didn't bet on the handicap, but nothing happened. She just made a bet in the third round, and the result was just like this. My 100 million won was just for naught. up?

"This time the competition is about smell and taste. We can neither smell nor taste. How can we do this..."

Meng Changyun scratched his ears anxiously, and when he came back to look at Ling Yun, he saw that Ling Yun had already picked up a pen and paper and began to write.

He leaned forward to look, only to see it written on it.

"Polygonatum odoratum, lotus seeds, sunflowers, ginseng..."

"Ling Yun, you can't write indiscriminately. Points will be deducted for mistakes."

"Hehe, if you don't write it, you get 0 points. If you write it wrong, you will lose points. Then why don't you try it? If I get a few mistakes correctly, I might get some points. Maybe I'm lucky. A point or two more than the others, maybe we'll advance."

Ling Yun smiled, Meng Changyun still wanted to dissuade him, but he also felt that what Ling Yun said was right, he sighed, and let him do it.

Time passed by every minute and every second, about fourteen and five minutes later, when Meng Changyun was desperate, he saw Ling Yun raised his hand.

"I'm done!"

The beautiful host showed surprise again, but she still nodded, and saw her wave her hand, and the words 'judging' began to appear on the big screen.

Soon, the words 'promotion' appeared on the screen.

"I am Cao! I have advanced?!"

(End of this chapter)