striker cool brother

Chapter 235 The whole world pays the bill

"Miss Lott, this time I came here with sincerity."

Bob quickly regained his composure, because he knew very well in his heart that he was already at a disadvantage in the negotiation.

He didn't know how much information his opponent had, so he waited and watched.

"If it wasn't for sincerity, I don't think you would meet me, a little singer, as the CEO of the largest gaming company in the UK."

Pixie smiled playfully, looking a little unfathomable.

Bob said quickly: "You are not a little singer. In the eyes of ordinary people, you are a singer. For customers like you, you must be different from ordinary people."

"Then I don't know, how will I be treated differently from those 25 other fans?"

"You, like them, are our company's customers. Serving customers has always been our purpose."

Bookmakers think about their customers?
I'm afraid it's the money in your purse.

"Actually, this is not a secret in our industry. Fans can redeem in advance at a relatively high odds to avoid greater losses."

"After all, there are risks in any investment, and it is out of control. If you lose one game, you may lose your fortune. It is better to stop early."

"I know that [-] pounds is nothing to you. It should be the first time you have participated in betting, so I want you to know more about the rules."

Pixie picked up the cup, blew slowly, and said, "As you said, the fifty thousand pounds is nothing to me. If you lose, you lose, just treat it as a joke. I went to Las Vegas for a night, and I lost a lot more than this."

You are just playing for fun, to me, that is the end of the game!

"That's right. But Miss Lott, you are just winning or losing in the casino. If you lose, you are unlucky. But football games are different. There are too many factors involved. There are many people who are lucky and lose, and there are also underground gambling companies operating behind the scenes."

"Our existence can help customers like you avoid risks."

Pixie raised her head, looked directly at Bob, and said, "Actually, this is helping yourself."

Bob smiled lightly, leaned back slightly, and said, "It's all win-win. We are a regular company. Compared with underground gambling companies, we are more considerate of fans. If there is no workaround, then a large number of fans will flood into underground gambling. What else can we earn?"

"Early redemption is the guarantee we give fans. With guarantee, they will continue to choose us next time."

Pixie also smiled easily, and said: "But I don't care, fifty thousand pounds is lost, and I don't feel bad at all. If I win, I will make a crazy profit of 2.5 million. If it were you, how would you choose?"

Picking up the coffee, Bob said calmly, "You can do this, it's your right. I'm just explaining to you the uncontrollable risks within the scope of my obligations."

"So far, Leicester City has created a great achievement in football history, but their own strength cannot ensure that they will win the championship this season."

"Their next opponents will be the four traditional strong teams of West Ham United, Manchester United, Chelsea and Everton. Even if they are giants, they dare not be careless. Without any background, it is absolutely impossible to win the championship."

"You won't get back a penny of your fifty thousand pounds."

Bob said it firmly and confidently.

Pixie took a deep breath and said, "Is it impossible to win the championship?"

She shook her head at Omar behind her. The latter smiled and asked slowly, "Sir, according to the information I just received, your company has just updated the latest odds. The odds for Leicester City to win the championship are 11:4. What do you say?"

Bob twitched with an unreadable expression, and explained: "This is just an ordinary adjustment. It is impossible for the company to maintain the original odds at the end of a season. You will find that the odds of other teams will also be adjusted after each game."

Omar said: "Then it's a routine adjustment. Then your company has already exchanged the previous 25 fans in advance. How can this be explained?"

Bob and Henderson looked at each other, a little surprised.

Because this early exchange is still a secret so far, why the other party's news is so well-informed.

"This is a 1:3300 odds, which has reached 66% of the original odds. Isn't it a guilty conscience?"

Omar's words were undoubtedly a heavy hammer, hitting the chests of the two of them hard.

The other party came prepared, and had far more information than expected.

"If Leicester City does not have a champion, even if it is exchanged in advance, the odds will not be so scary."

Bob still wanted to make a final struggle, and said calmly: "This is only modified according to the computer adjustment, and it is not decided by me alone. If Miss Lotter thinks that the odds will get higher and higher, then please wait for an extra week."

"If Leicester City draws or loses in the next game, then the odds will not be what they are now. It is very likely that there will be a cliff-like decline, and even after two games, they will lose the top position."

"We will not be what we are now."

After saying this, Bob looked completely indifferent.

Pixie smiled, drank all the warm water in the cup, put it on the kettle, and slowly tightened it.

This means to go, Bob will not understand.

But he was still very calm, trying to restrain his emotions and conceal his panic.

"Mr. Reeves, thank you for inviting me to such a great clubhouse. If there is nothing else, I will go back first."

"As for the £[-], just be my boyfriend Rossi and give me a chance to splurge. He earns £[-] a week, we can afford it."

Seeing Pixie get up, Bob finally couldn't help it, put down his coffee, and said, "OK, Miss Lott, let's talk about the buyout odds."

You can afford it, but I can't afford it.

"Odds?" Pixie smiled mischievously, and said with a look of success, "Isn't it 1:5000 odds, what are you talking about?"

"This……"

Bob resisted the impulse and said: "Miss Lott, I invite you here today to solve this problem. We certainly hope that you can win money, but it is within a range we can accept."

Pixie said forcefully: "Since you can offer such odds, you can naturally pay the corresponding compensation. If you don't have this ability, the group of actuaries you have raised can be used as a trap."

The other party had made it clear, and Bob didn't hide it.

"Miss Lott, we sincerely want to make friends with you and hope to save face. We will give you a satisfactory figure in terms of the compensation amount."

After all, turn on the phone, enter the number in it, and turn it over.

Pixie was expressionless, and said with a smile: "Luo once said to me that you have to forgive others and forgive others, which means that since you are justified, don't make things too difficult for others."

"Mr. Rossi is a man of great wisdom." When Bob heard that things had turned around, he looked happy and gave her a thumbs up.

"But I also learned a word from him, you are not kind, I am not righteous. It means, if you are sorry for me, don't think that I can let you go."

"Miss Lotter, I'm afraid there is a misunderstanding." Bob didn't know when he offended Pixie.

Pixie asked coldly: "Let me ask you, in these few games, have you operated in secret, intentionally targeting Rossi and causing him injury?"

Bob's face changed slightly, his eyes widened, and he said, "How is it possible, we are a regular company..."

Omar said: "In the first few games, your company used rewards to motivate the players, and at the same time, it also hinted at them that they were targeting Rossi."

"You guys are even more shameless in the last game. Use the odds to let the underground gambling company operate in the dark. Am I wrong, Mr. Reeves?"

Bob said: "What evidence do you... have?"

"Of course we didn't, but everyone knows this kind of thing in their hearts. Now the FA is involved in the investigation. Although you stay out of the matter, at the same time, your conspiracy has not succeeded. Because you have no way to prevent Leicester City from winning the championship."

Bob's chest rose and fell, obviously thinking in the center of the conversation.

"So, the purpose of your coming today..."

Pixie said coldly: "At first, there is no need for everyone to be embarrassed, and I am not an unreasonable person. But, you offended me first, so don't blame me."

"I don't allow anyone to hurt my lover in this way."

"Mr. Reeves, during this time, please prepare 2.5 million pounds, and I will exchange them on time, bye!"

Pixie blinked mischievously, but to Bob, it looked like a demon from hell.

This is 2.5 million pounds! ! !

Pixie has been away for a long time, but this number is still ringing in his ears.

"Boss, what should I do..."

Henderson finally spoke, but his voice was visibly trembling.

After a long time, Bob regained his composure, took out a document from his bag, and threw it on the table.

Henderson opened, his pupils dilated, startled, then excited.

"Boss, when did you... this trick is really high!"

"Tall fart!" Bob's icy tone interrupted his flattery.

"On the second day after this bitch bought it, I asked people to disperse most of the funds and bought Leicester City from gaming companies and underground gambling houses all over the world to reduce risks."

"It seems that my decision at the time was wise, otherwise we would be in danger."

Henderson was even more impressed.

Risk hedging!

Gaming companies are not stupid. Faced with high odds and high buy-in bets, they will start risk hedging to reduce losses.

If Leicester City win the championship this season, Pixie will take 2.5 million from William Hill.

And Bob's bets bought from elsewhere will also be part of it.

This summer, gaming companies and underground casinos all over the world are paying for Pixie.

(End of this chapter)