"Qianbu, forget it today. From tomorrow on, will I arrange personnel to take you and Ai Meng out to play?" After Wang Qibu had a meal alone, Song Chengfeng said. This was originally today's plan, but obviously the plan could not keep up with the change, and the change could not keep up with the evolution of Wang Qibu.

"Yes, when you were in Yanjing, you often took me out to play. Now that you are in Hong Kong, I will naturally be a guide for you." Song Ai Meng, who was a little scared, was also excited when he heard that he was going out to play.

"It's not urgent to play. I have something I want to ask Uncle Song for help." While drinking the digestive tea, Wang Qibu started his crazy plan. Just as he told Xia Wei before, this trip to Hong Kong is not about having fun, but about doing things that would make others think he was crazy if he said it.

"Where is there any need to ask? Just say something, Uncle Song, I will definitely help you." People like Song Chengfeng generally do not fire empty fire. It should be said that his family background has improved his confidence to a certain extent. Considering that Wang Qibu is over the age of clamoring for the moon in the sky, Song Chengfeng's answer was very readily.

"That's right. I want to ask Uncle Song to help me contact the heads of a relatively large Hong Kong or other large gambling institutions in Southeast Asia in Hong Kong." Not to mention the difficulty, for Song Chengfeng, this is definitely a request beyond his imagination.

"Qianbu, what are you going to do when you contact such a person?" Not just curious, this is something that Song Chengfeng, who was slightly touching his eyebrows at this moment, must know.

"Just bet on football, just bet on this European Cup." It was impossible to hide it, so Wang Qibu, who didn't want to hide it at all, said truthfully.

"Wait, I seem to hear some topics that are not suitable for children to talk about." Since everyone was there, when Bettina was present, everyone was communicating in English, so she understood what Wang Qibu said and as a mother, she questioned before Song Chengfeng.

"Well, this is indeed a topic that is not suitable for children to talk about. Ermao, then you can go back to your room and play with the building blocks by yourself." Wang Qibu, who obviously didn't care about this doubt, teased.

"Okay, but I need you to be my assistant." Song Ai Meng, who already has a certain ability to complain, has basically mastered the method of using complaints to defend himself. As for the idea of ​​gambling that Wang Qibu just said, compared to his parents, Song Ai Meng has also had a certain ability to adapt to Wang Qibu's habitual amazing actions or words, so he is not so surprised.

"Qibu, tell Uncle Song what you think." Looking at Wang Qibu's relaxed look, Song Chengfeng asked, who knew that he must have a good reason.

"My idea is very simple. I know that a team will definitely win the championship, so I decided to put all my savings on it." Wang Qibu said for granted.

"Qianbu, you have to know that almost all gamblers have this idea." Although they had just met, His Highness, who had already regarded Wang Qibu as his own, patiently advised him.

"Aunt Song, I know you care about me. But please believe that I am completely different from those gamblers." Compared to the previous jokes, Wang Qibu's performance this time was very sincere. Because "cherishing those who care about you" is the most important thing that Wang Qibu learned from rebirth.

"But..." Unfortunately and nothing unexpected was that Bettina was not convinced by Wang Qibu in the end.

"Madam. We must believe in Qibu." The wife who interrupted her, who still wanted to continue to say something, then Song Chengfeng said to Wang Qibu, "Qibu, then can you tell Uncle Song first, which team do you think will win the championship, is it Germany or Sweden?"

"None of them, what I want to buy is Denmark." Wang Qibu's still tender voice was confident.

"Denmark? Haha, are you telling a joke in Qibu? It seems that you are really different from those gamblers. After all, they still bet for the sake of winning." After hearing the "famous brand" that Wang Qibu broke out, even Song Chengfeng, who only had a little understanding of football, couldn't help but laugh.

"Aunt Song, Uncle Song laughed because the Danish team was not qualified to compete for the championship. Due to the unsatisfactory group results, it has actually been eliminated. It was only because Yugoslavia was disqualified that it was lucky to be on the bench." Ignoring Song Chengfeng's sneer, Wang Qibuwei looked confused, obviously not very understanding why her husband laughed like this, Betina explained.

"Since you know this, why do you still have to buy this team to win? Is there anything you can't tell Uncle Song?" Song Chengfeng, who was worried about the special significance of Wang Qibu's actions, asked cautiously.

"Uncle Song, you must know what Denmark is the most famous one." Wang Qibu said something seemingly irrelevant.

"I know, it's a fairy tale." Because of age, Song Ai Meng first thought of the answer.

"That's right. Uncle Song, just treat this as a fairy tale." This is obviously an unreliable answer, but this is also the only answer that Wang Qibu can give at present. After all, it is difficult for people to believe in such things as the Unpredictable Predator. He is always hard to lie and say that this was calculated by Yun Lan.

"Okay, Uncle Song promised you, and he won't tell your parents. But gambling is not a good thing after all, so I'll just do this once, so I won't be an example. Then tell me now, what are your entire belongings?" Song Chengfeng, who weighed the matter in his mind and felt that this was not a big deal, agreed.

"Thank you, Uncle Song, my whole belongs to 110,500 rmb. According to the odds of about 150 per Danish team winning the championship, it will turn into more than 16 million in more than ten days." Wang Qibu's expression when he said this, as if the 16 million had been put into the two small pockets sewn on his coat.

"Haha, 110,000, I didn't expect Qibu to be quite rich. Tell my uncle, how long have you saved this money?" Although he agreed to Wang Qibu's plan to throw money, Song Chengfeng still wanted to arouse his awareness of how hard he made money. The main reason for this question is to prepare for the education of Wang Qibu's loss that will definitely happen next. Of course, Song Chengfeng will still make up for him.

"I haven't saved it for long, because the 100,000 yuan of it was earned by a movie script I wrote in three years." Wang Qibu habitually made amazing results. However, the credibility of this sentence is not as good as that of Denmark's championship.

"Seven steps, lying is not something a good child should do." Bettina reminded. She never believed that a child who was only seven years old three years ago could write a script to make money.

"Hey, madam, it wouldn't be impossible if it was Qibu." Song Chengfeng, who had already been a little blindly admiring Wang Qibu, said to his wife, and then turned to ask Wang Qibu, "What kind of movie is that? You know, we really don't know much about mainland movies."

"It's not a domestic movie, but a Hollywood fantasy comedy movie called "The God of the Age." Wang Qibu corrected.

"God, you can't be the mysterious screenwriter named King." Bettina, who was obviously very familiar with this high-box movie released last year, said in surprise.

"That should be me, but I have nothing mysterious except for not attending the publicity activities." Wang Qibu said innocently.

"Madam, which movie have you seen?" Song Chengfeng asked.

"Of course I've seen it, it's a very imaginative movie. What's strange is that the screenwriter of that movie has never appeared in public or in the media. Since this is King, the first movie in Qibu in Hollywood, there is no historical information to check, he seems particularly mysterious. It seems that only a senior manager of the producer Global Business once revealed to the media: he and the screenwriter King are friends, and the reason why King doesn't show up is that he doesn't want to interfere with his peaceful life. What's the manager's name..." It can be seen that "The God of the Substitute" left a deep impression on His Royal Highness the Princess, and it's not an exaggeration to describe it as a matter of knowledge.

"Locke Will." Wang Qibu added without hesitation.

"Yes, it's him. God, Seven Steps, it seems that you are much more incredible than I originally thought." Faced with the incredible facts, Betina had to sigh so much.

"Wow, Qibu, you are so great." Scattered little stars appeared in Song Ai Meng's eyes.

"Hehe, I'll be embarrassed to praise me like this." Wang Qibu, who couldn't tell at all, scratched his head in a very artificial way.

"I didn't expect that Qibu you still have this ability, so let's do it. I will buy you a million rmb Denmark to win the championship. I will pay the 890,000 that is not enough. If you win, you just need to pay back my principal, and then you will directly advance to a billionaire. If you lose, just think that both of us fools were deceived by fairy tales." Wang Qibu exposed another shining point to Song Chengfeng, so he decided to increase his position.

"That's great, I'm a billionaire. Now, Song Ai Meng, let's go to your room to play with building blocks." After hearing this, Wang Qibu, who was overjoyed, pulled Song Ai Meng up and ran towards his room. He really wanted to build a tall building, piled up high.

"Cheng Feng, what kind of child do you think Qibu is?" Seeing Wang Qibu pulling his son upstairs and running upstairs to pile up blocks, Betina Windsor, who was in an extremely complicated mood, asked her husband.
Chapter completed!