PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds I'm hanging on the wall

Chapter 1193 They Lost Money

The Global Solo King Contest ended successfully, and the audience began to exit in an orderly manner.

And from the expressions on the faces of the exiting audience, it is easy to tell which country they are from.

The ones with smiles on their faces, cheering for joy, and wishing their tails were raised to the sky must be the Chinese audience... Because China is the biggest beneficiary of this global solo king competition.

The expressionless, gloomy face and serious expression are Japanese audiences. The Japanese players did not rank well in this competition, but the Japanese audiences did not have much hope for their own players, so they are normal.

Crying and howling, beating their chests and stomping their feet, it was the Korean audience who had nothing to love. Many of them had bet in the peripheral games, and now they lost everything, and the mood can be imagined.

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Twelve o'clock at night.

Inside a barbecue restaurant.

It stands to reason that during this time period, the barbecue restaurants are basically closed. Even those barbecue restaurants that are not closed should be deserted at this moment.

However, inside this barbecue shop, it is extremely lively and full of laughter.

These people are none other than Chinese players coming out of the arena.

Originally, it was already ten o'clock after the competition, and with the award ceremony, it was almost eleven o'clock when it ended.

Duan Zilang originally wanted to go back to sleep, but Fat God and others refused to do so and insisted on letting him treat him to dinner.

In desperation, he had no choice but to take the crowd and find a barbecue restaurant.

Duan Zilang was sitting among the crowd, and to his left was the golden World Solo Championship trophy, shining brightly under the light.

Fat God, Leng Feng, Lin Xiaofeng, Heitong... Almost all the contestants couldn't help looking over with envy in their eyes.

"Duangou, you are amazing this time. You are the champion of the Global Solo King Competition, and you have also entered the International E-sports Hall of Fame. Now you are the No. 1 player in the world of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds." Fat God said first.

"Actually, with Duan Zilang's skills, it is not difficult for him to win the championship. The only thing that worries me is that his wrist is injured, but fortunately, he healed his wrist in the end." Lin Xiaofeng said.

"As soon as I say this, I have to admire you. On the first day of the finals, your wrist injury was so serious, but you can still enter the top ten. You are so incredible!" said Yixiao.

"Haha, can you beat the Three Emperors of Europe and the United States without going against the grain? One Emperor and Three Emperors, Duan Zilang is now the Jedi Emperor."

All the Chinese players congratulated Duan Zilang.

Perhaps because we are all Chinese, these players were sincere in their congratulations, unlike those commentators from various countries who praised Duan Zilang but wanted to curse him to death.

"Duangou, let's discuss something. Can I touch your championship trophy?" Fat God asked enviously, looking at the trophy.

"Give you!"

Duan Zilang generously handed over the championship trophy.

Fat God held it in his hand, as if he was touching a very precious treasure, he couldn't put it down.

After Fat God finished watching, the other contestants took it over and watched it again, and finally returned it to Duan Zilang.

For everyone, this championship trophy is of great significance, but with their skills, there is no hope of winning the trophy, and now, it is probably their closest contact with the championship trophy.

"Tsk, tsk, the design of this championship trophy is beautiful. I think the organizer put a lot of effort into the design." Fat God said.

"Of course, this is the top level of individual competition, so a lot of effort will be put into designing the trophy," Lin Xiaofeng said.

"However, in the end, the championship trophy was still in the hands of our country, China." Fat God continued: "Because of this, the three emperors of Europe and the United States are forming a team. They are probably desperate and want to defeat Duan Gou."

"I can understand that the three emperors of Europe and the United States are anxious to lose. Have you noticed that those Korean audiences, when they saw Duan Zilang winning the championship, they all cried like ghosts and howled like dead relatives. Does anyone know why?" asked suddenly.

"Yeah, I can't figure it out either. The Three Emperors of Europe and the United States didn't cry when they lost their eyes. Why are they crying?" Fat God scratched his head and said his guess: "Could it be that their European and American fathers didn't take the money?" Champion, are they crying? If this is the case, they are really good sons."

People like them don't have as rich a life as Duan Zilang's. Every day after the game, it's ten o'clock in the evening.

They also had to watch other players’ game videos, and they also had to formulate a style of play for the next day’s game. Everyone was busy until two or three o’clock in the morning of the next day before resting.

After waking up, get ready, the game is about to start, everyone is more nerdy than nerds, basically stay at home.

Therefore, they couldn't understand the abnormal performance of the Korean audience.

"Why are they crying? I have the most say in this matter." Duan Zilang said with a smile.

"Why?" Everyone looked at Duan Zilang, including Gu Liangxin.

"Because they lost money." Duan Zilang said.

"Losing money? What kind of money are you losing?" Fat God asked puzzled.

"For a competition as high as the Global Solo King Competition, there is of course peripheral gambling. They placed bets, so they lost money." Duan Zilang explained.

"That's not right. I can understand one or two losing money, but looking at them, at least six or seven out of ten have lost money. What exactly did they bet on, and why did they lose so much?" Fat God continue to ask.

"If one of the peripheral betting games is that Duan Zilang can't win the championship, will you bet on me to lose?" Duan Zilang asked back with a smile.

"The two of us are good friends, how could I buy you to lose." Fat God acted like I was not that kind of person.

"Captain, you're shameless again. When you heard that Lang Shen was injured on his wrist, you still bet the three of us that Lang Shen wouldn't win the championship..." Tianya jumped out again to reveal the truth.

"Shut up, adults talk, what's the matter with you little brat." Fat God turned his head sharply, and stared at him fiercely.

Tian Ya shrank his head, not daring to speak anymore.

Fat God smiled mischievously, and said, "Children are ignorant, so just pretend you didn't hear Duangou. Let's get back to the topic and continue talking about peripheral gambling."

Duan Zilang glanced at Fat God, but didn't pay much attention.

Fat God is his base friend plus bad friend, if it doesn't hurt him, it is not a bad friend.

However, when the critical moment came, he had no doubt that Fat God would support him without hesitation.

Leng Feng pursed his lips and said: "If there is a game where Duan Zilang cannot win the championship, we will not bet, but there should be many Korean viewers who will bet."

Tian Ya asked again: "Langshen performed so well in the auditions, he is the most promising player to win the championship, those Korean audiences are not smart, how could they bet on this?"

Leng Feng shook his head and said calmly: "Don't forget, before the finals, Duan Zilang had an argument with Xiao Xin and his wrist was injured... No matter how good your skills are, if your wrist is injured, is there any hope of winning?"

After hearing this, everyone fell silent.

To be honest, if they encountered this situation without knowing Duan Zilang, nine out of ten they would not be able to resist betting.

After all, a player with a wrist injury, no matter how good he was before, would not be able to win the championship.

To be clear, this is winning the championship, and No.2 will not work.

So this option is like giving away money for nothing... No, he just gave away money for nothing.

"Fuck, if this is the case, there are probably a lot of Korean audiences who bet, no wonder." Fatty nodded knowingly, then suddenly looked at Duan Zilang, and asked, "Duangou, how do you know So much? Come on, did you also bet and how much did you win?"

"Fatty man, don't talk nonsense, okay, how could such an excellent handsome guy with no bad habits like me go to gamble." Duan Zilang immediately shook his head and said.

"Hmph, do you think I'll believe you?" Fat God snorted coldly and said, "Besides, if you didn't gamble, how would you know so clearly?"

"Uh……"

Duan Zilang hesitated, glanced at the crowd, and asked, "If I told you that I was responsible for this peripheral gambling game and that I acted a trick to deceive those Koreans, would you believe it?"

(End of this chapter)