in2ebook Chapter 284 The Rockets' Owner's Money
Chapter 284 The Rockets' Owner's Money
The BRICS Hotel, 8th floor, one office.
A man who looked to be around 30 years old sat in front of a glass window, frowning as he stared at the computer in front of him.
The computer screen displays the newly updated data.
The above shows that just over ten minutes ago, someone bet 900 million on the World Cup, and all of them bet on upset scores.
Argentina 1-2 Saudi Arabia, odds 90.
Germany 1-2 Japan, odds 16.
Uruguay 1-2 South Korea, odds 17.
The man took out his calculator and calculated that even if the two matches with the lowest odds were to come out on the table, the odds combined would be as high as 272 times.
300 million, 272 times, equals more than 8 million!
This number terrified him, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
Even though he knew the probability was incredibly low, his father had entrusted him with managing this place, so he couldn't afford to make any mistakes.
He immediately called Evans, who was handling the order.
Less than ten minutes later, Evans arrived at the office with a smug look on his face.
"Mr. Fertitta, you wanted to see me?" Evans greeted him respectfully as he entered the room before closing the door.
If Wang Xiucheng were here, he would definitely recognize that the man who bears a resemblance to Patrick Fertitta is none other than Michael Fertitta, the eldest son of Rockets owner Tilman Fertitta.
"This order, is this the big client you mentioned? Who exactly is this person? Why would they spend so much money betting on underdog scores?" Michael Fertitta turned the computer so Evans could see it.
Evans became even more smug upon hearing this. According to his agreement with the BRICS Hotel, he would receive a 7% commission on this deal, which would amount to 63.
“Speaking of which, this person has some connection with the Fertitta family.” Evans stood to the side with a smile on his face: “He is Wang Xiucheng, the Chinese guy who used to play for the Houston Rockets, and now he’s with the Nets.”
"Wang Xiucheng?"
Upon hearing this name, Michael Fertitta immediately stood up.
Evans was recently poached by the hotel's business manager, who brought a major client and was expected to make a huge investment during the World Cup.
Michael Fertitta did not ask for details at the time.
In his view, the "huge investment" was at most only a few million.
So when Evans presented his past records—a stack of scores that were clearly impossible to replicate—Michael Fertitta agreed to let Evans join the BRICS Hotel and increased his commission to 7%.
Even at Evans's request, the cap on bill payouts was lifted.
In fact, lifting the compensation cap is tantamount to a showdown between the guests and the BRICS hotels.
There is no legal problem, as long as both parties agree.
This is similar to an exclusive agreement between two companies in the market.
Michael Fertitta did not see any of the matches played on the photocopies of the tickets that Evans brought.
So he always thought this person might be a rich second-generation heir who indulged in a life of pleasure, or the son of some important figure in another country.
There's nothing wrong with making this money.
But now, when he hears the name "Wang Xiucheng," he simply cannot associate this person with words like "indulging in debauchery" or "foolish and rich."
"Go and do your work first."
After dismissing Evans, Michael Fertitta got up and found a stack of receipts in a drawer in another room.
Even if he wasn't involved in the Rockets' affairs, his father and brother knew that Wang Xiucheng wasn't a fool.
Would someone like that be foolish enough to spend 900 million on betting on underdogs that are obviously doomed to fail?
However, Evans's millions of dollars worth of receipts were now actually in front of him.
"How to do?"
Should we hedge?
If you hedge, you might only earn less than 10% of that 900 million.
If we don't do it, although we might be able to take all 900, if something unexpected happens and we end up playing two games, that's not a small amount.
Even including the shady dealings within his own family, the total assets amount to just over 100 billion.
If we were to hand over hundreds of millions, or even billions, to Wang Xiucheng, it would be a devastating blow.
But 900 million is a huge sum of money, even for him.
After thinking for a full half hour, Michael Fertitta came up with a compromise.
That means we should wait.
The three matches that Wang Xiucheng bet on were on the 22nd, 23rd, and 24th respectively.
I can wait and see. If the match on the 22nd doesn't go well, that would be great.
If the first game on the 22nd goes well, then I'll have to tell my dad about it.
Wang Xiucheng bets on matches that are linked together, so even if only one match is won, it won't make a difference.
Michael Fertitta hopes to get a good result on the 22nd.
……
Standing outside the airport, Wang Xiucheng spotted Jin Zhenni at a glance.
Jennie Kim wore a red Chanel dress today, and her long hair was tied up with a headband, swaying playfully from side to side as she walked.
Even though Wang Xiucheng was wearing a mask and had his name on it, Jin Zhenni recognized the tall Wang Xiucheng at a glance.
With a slightly flushed face, Jin Zhenni walked up to Wang Xiucheng with a shoulder bag on her back. She didn't say anything, but looked up at Wang Xiucheng.
"What are you looking at?" Wang Xiucheng asked, amused.
“Look into your eyes,” Jennie said softly. “Lily said your eyes can speak.”
"is it?"
Wang Xiucheng suddenly bent down and presented his face to Jin Zhenni.
At the same time, a deep voice asked, "Look into my eyes, what are you saying?"
Looking into Wang Xiucheng's eyes, which were only centimeters away from her, Jin Zhenni felt her breathing quicken, as if the oxygen in the space had suddenly been sucked away.
But Jin Zhenni still stubbornly looked up at Wang Xiucheng and said, "You're saying this woman is really beautiful!"
"Hehe." Wang Xiucheng chuckled upon hearing this. "You're right, the woman in front of me is the most beautiful."
Wang Xiucheng extended his hand to Jin Zhenni, "Beautiful lady, please allow me to show you around this City of Opportunity."
“Okay.” Jin Zhenni nodded, and imitating Wang Xiucheng’s medieval aristocratic manner, she squatted down slightly and then took Wang Xiucheng’s hand.
At that moment, Jennie Kim suddenly felt very satisfied.
It seems that by grabbing this man, you grab the whole world!
As for how to face Lily Rothschild in the future, she had completely forgotten about it.
Holding Jennie's small hand in his own, Wang Xiucheng and Jennie strolled around Las Vegas.
A full hour later, it seemed that Jennie was getting tired, and the two of them arrived at the Sky Tower.
"Are you hungry?" Wang Xiucheng asked.
Jennie nodded, her face flushed.
Wang Xiucheng's hands were too restless the whole way. He kept circling her hand in his palm. Several times she tried to break free from Wang Xiucheng, but he held on tightly.
It was already past midnight, but the streets of Las Vegas were still crowded.
For this city, there is no distinction between night and day.
After waiting for a while, the elevator doors opened, and Wang Xiucheng, along with Jin Zhenni, Ma Wei, Wu Di, Wu Jia, and three or four other people, entered the elevator together.
As soon as they entered the elevator, two of the people turned around and looked at Wang Xiucheng and Jin Zhenni.
The next moment, the two of them said something to Kim Jennie in Korean.
Then Jin Zhenni nervously tried to let go of Wang Xiucheng's hand.
Wang Xiucheng held on tightly, showing no intention of letting go.