After calming down my excitement, I passed all fourteen football lottery scores, and three games left were not started, and the remaining eleven games were all right.

Zhang Wen re-checked the game on the live score network, leaving only 14 football lottery live scores. Then he began to study the remaining 3 games: Manchester United should have no problem at home, Zhang Wen chose "3". There were 2 games left, which made Zhang Wen a little worried. AC Milan vs. Juventus, AC Milan gave half of the ball at home, and Zhang Wen chose "3, 1" doubles, but the odds trend was very bad. Anyway, it would take two:49 to start, so put it aside.

The most headache is that Roma vs. Lecce, and Roma gave one goal/and a half. Zhang Wen chose "1" to make a big fuss. Looking at the odds trend, it is very likely that Roma won. Zhang Wen regretted it so much. If he chose "3, 1", it would not be a steady victory. Moreover, the game started in half an hour. The safest way is to play a standard set alone, "the home team won" although the odds are only 1.35. He can only play a standard set. Because it is very likely that he only won one goal when playing Asian sets, winning and losing. Zhang Wen did not dare to take this risk. And the most tragic thing is that he was looking forward to losing in the standard set of this set.

Zhang Wen picked up the phone and called the fat man, preparing to pay 50,000 yuan, no! 100,000 yuan. Hum? The fat man's cell phone turned off. Damn it! This fat man used another cell phone when he took the order to bet. The fat man told Zhang Wen that Zhang Wen didn't care because he didn't place bets on his, and he saved this number in the original cell phone, but the phone broke in the last time he fought. Now he used Ji Qing's cell phone, so he didn't write it down. Brother Jiu didn't have a phone number either.

Call Zhu Zhiyuan immediately, and Zhu Zhiyuan and his group of people should play mahjong at Lao Bai's place: "Boss, are you rich? Call me 100,000, hurry up." Zhang Wen straight to the point.

"Boy, it's almost the middle of the night. Why are you sucking crazy?" Zhu Zhiyuan was confused.

"Hurry up, it's too late. Aren't you playing mahjong? Just find someone to help me deposit tens of thousands of dollars in the bank." Zhang Wen said anxiously.

"The mahjong is over long ago. We are in the sauna. Sigh! We help you save money with your bare ass? There are no banks nearby!" Zhu Zhiyuan said hummingly.

"Damn! Sauna? Can you answer the phone?" Zhang Wen said angrily.

"I'm finished the sauna, I'm in a massage, the whole set. Are you here?" Zhu Zhiyuan said enjoyably.

"Damn! These sluts! The fat man's other mobile phone number tells me that it is the one for betting." Zhang Wen really wanted to castrate these goods.

"Other? How do I know that since he had an accident, we have placed two bets, and he was present and reported to him directly. Hey! Hey! Has it been hung up?" Zhu Zhiyuan looked at his phone - he was hung up.

It seems that I can only call Ji Hong. Zhang Wen digs out Ji Hong's number and calls it - "The number you dialed is not in the service area." If you call again, it's still the same. Damn! You girl don't sleep well at home and run to a place where birds don't poop. She wanted to call Ji Qing, but she found that Ji Qing didn't have any number.

Zhang Wen saw that there were 15 minutes left, so he gritted his teeth and called Zhang Yue: "Xiao Yue, I'm upset. Is ICBC rich? I'll transfer tens of thousands of dollars to me."

"Well, um, what? Who are you looking for?" Zhang Yue was obviously not awake yet.

"I am Zhang Wen, are you rich? I'm going to win one of my football lottery tickets, so I'll transfer tens of thousands of yuan." Zhang Wen said.

Thinking of the power of his devastating star, he might really put AC Milan down. Zhang Wen finally decided to bet AC Milan's standard set against Juventus "0". Betting amount? Zhang Wen hesitated and finally decided to be 3,816 yuan as before. In the end, the probability of losing money in this game is even higher, and it only plays a role of insurance. Enter to confirm.

Zhang Wen watched the live score broadcast, thinking about the past when he borrowed money from Zhang Yue just now, and thought to himself: Did I do something wrong? Did Zhang Yue do something wrong? I can't explain it clearly, but the reason for this situation is that he has no money and owes Zhang Yue hundreds of thousands. He has no confidence when speaking. To be honest, Zhang Yue has been helping him and has always wanted to develop according to the plan designed by Zhang Yue. What should he do? He is timid with a grateful heart. This is too frustrating.

Zhang Wen thought about it for a long time but couldn't think of any result. He could only set a rule for himself: to maintain his brotherly relationship with others, try to do his job well, and don't ask for money.

With a prompt sound, Zhang Wen smiled helplessly and Juventus really won the away game. Zhang Wen's bet became 3816*4=15264 yuan. The lottery was completely scrapped. Although it was considered to win more than 10,000 yuan in one night. But Zhang Wen really hoped that he would win the lottery once. I really didn't have the life to win the jackpot?

Looking at the account, Yuan. Thinking about the experience of this night, my mood was not getting better at all. Instead, I felt more and more that I had nowhere to vent my anger...
Chapter completed!