Rebirth 1994: Starting from laid-off workers

The person standing next to him was Boss Yang from the Small Commodity Wholesale City.

He coughed lightly and said, "What Mr. Wang said is what I said. Zhang Jiaqiang is guaranteed!"

Several other people also nodded. In line with Wang Xuefeng's words, they were obviously on Zhang Jiaqiang's side.

Brother Chao said to others that he should just pay it back. His godfather said it himself that Wang Xuefeng could not be offended. The key was that there were a group of old men standing behind him, and Miao Hong couldn't afford to offend them.

But just let Zhang Jiaqiang go?Not only did he lose hundreds of thousands in vain, but he also completely lost face. In the future, in this place in Luonan, who will regard himself as the boss?

At this moment, Brother Chao was simply riding a tiger, unable to get off, and was in a dilemma.

Seeing his uncertain expression, Zhang Jiaqiang knew that this guy was hesitating and immediately kicked Wang Xuefeng gently.

Wang Xuefeng agreed to follow the lines discussed with Zhang Jiaqiang today.

"Xiao Chao, it is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. My brother is not low in energy, and you are also capable. If two tigers really fight, they will both lose in the end. Why bother? Why don't we find a step and everyone can come down? acquaintance!"

Brother Chao rolled his eyes and kicked the ball back.

"Mr. Wang, haha, I have to listen to what you say. I also want to make more friends and offend less people, but my brother can't suffer in vain. He was beaten, but he was also compensated hundreds of thousands. How can I be respected in the future?" Do you want to get up?"

After a pause, he continued, "How about this? Mr. Wang, please make up your mind and I will listen to you!"

Hundreds of thousands are real money. If Wang Xuefeng opens his mouth, this favor will fall on him. In the future, he will have to help Brother Chao if something happens, otherwise he will not be able to hold his head high in Luonan.

Wang Xuefeng looked at Zhang Jiaqiang as if asking for help.

Zhang Jiaqiang said thoughtfully.

"It's a simple matter. Your brother's people first beat up my relatives and then bullied Xiaoyao. If they get beaten, it will be even. The money they owe will be easier to deal with. Let's get it back from where we owe it!"

Brother Chao frowned, thinking that this was a step up, and immediately asked, "The beating is considered even. If we owe a debt, are you going to bet on a football match with me?"

Zhang Jiaqiang stretched out a finger and shook it.

"You're not betting on the ball, you're betting on things. You don't get money, just for peace of mind!"

He stood up and said to the whole room, "If I win, all the previous things will be wiped out. If Brother Chao wins, I will pay for all his losses!"

This is reasonable. Brother Chao looked at everyone and wanted to agree, but he felt that Zhang Jiaqiang couldn't be so easy, so he deliberately gave him a difficult question.

"Early this morning, Brazil faced Italy in the World Cup final. I am optimistic about Brazil. Director Zhang, which team do you plan to beat?"

Anyone who knows football knows that Brazil and Italy are both strong teams in the world, but Brazil has been gaining momentum in recent years and has a better chance of winning than Italy. Of course, everyone is optimistic about Brazil.

Brother Chao clearly took the opportunity to choose a strong team, forcing Zhang Jiaqiang to choose a team with a low winning rate.

However, although Zhang Jiaqiang was not a fan in his previous life, he still clearly remembers the final of such a big event as the World Cup.

Although Brazil won the final in the end, the score was 10-[-] for [-] and [-] minutes, and it was also [-]-[-] in overtime, until the final penalty was decided.

Therefore, Zhang Jiaqiang is confident and can kill Brother Chao casually. He immediately laughed and said, "Guessing the outcome is too low-level. I like guessing scores. I wonder if Brother Chao dares to follow?"

Guessing the score is naturally much more difficult than winning or losing, and there is a lot of luck involved. Brother Chao's face looks ugly.

At this moment, Brother Chao's military advisor suddenly said.

"Then let's play both sides. Brother Chao will guess the outcome, Director Zhang will guess the score, and finally the winner will be determined based on the accuracy!"

Everyone discussed that this method was the fairest, and Zhang Jiaqiang nodded in agreement.

The military strategist asked people to bring in a TV set and a table with a piece of white paper on it, with Brazil and Italy written on them respectively, and the winner and loser on the bottom. Then he gave Chao Ge and Zhang Jiaqiang two playing cards as chips.

Brother Chao rolled his eyes and placed a card in his hand on Brazil Sheng.

Then he touched his chin and thought for a moment and said, "What's the score? The two teams are of equal strength. The probability of a big score is extremely low. I beat him [-] to [-]!"

After saying that, he threw another card on the table and turned to look at Zhang Jiaqiang, his eyes full of teasing.

Zhang Jiaqiang smiled contemptuously and gently placed the cards in his hand on the table!

"Ping, how can it be a tie in this kind of final? Director Zhang, do you understand football?"

Brother Chao, as an old fan, immediately laughed, and his subordinates also laughed.

Mr. Wang and the others next to him also shook their heads for a while, but did not say anything to stop them. After all, this bet was not about money, and whoever lost and who won were all trying to solve the problem.

The military advisor chuckled and said, "It seems that Factory Director Zhang is deliberately bowing his head and admitting defeat. Then why bother guessing the ball? You can just serve a drink and apologize, right?"

Brother Chao's men burst into laughter again.

Zhang Jiaqiang looked at him coldly and said, "Aren't you allowed to guess the draw?"

The military advisor shrugged, "You can do whatever you want, we have nothing to do with it!"

"Then you talk so much nonsense?" Zhang Jiaqiang's eyes suddenly showed a sharp look, and he glared at this guy.

Then he threw another card on the table and said, "What's the score? I guess it's zero to zero!"

The military advisor didn't dare to talk nonsense. He covered his mouth and ran away laughing.

Brother Chao laughed so hard that his shoulders twitched, and he proudly said to everyone around him.

"Everyone, why do I feel so defeated? Director Zhang is just a pigeon and doesn't understand anything!"

Zhang Jiaqiang sat back to his previous position and said calmly.

"The situation on the field is changing and anything is possible. Is zero-to-zero rare?"

Brother Chao's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said solemnly, "If it's really zero to zero, I'll cut off your head and give it to you!"

Zhang Jiaqiang snorted softly in his nose, "Why do I need your head? Is it a tonic? Or is the meat delicious?"

"You..." Brother Chao's face turned red with anger, and the blood vessels on his head jumped several times.

Zhang Jiaqiang smiled softly, "If it's really zero to zero, just call me big brother when you see me in the future!"

Brother Chao has been out there for many years and can be regarded as the boss in the Luonan territory. He is usually called "big brother" by others, but he has never called anyone else.

This was an obvious provocation and humiliation. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, it's a deal, but if there's another score, Director Zhang, don't blame me for turning against me!"

Time flew by quickly, and soon it was three o'clock in the morning, and the live broadcast of the [-] World Cup began on the TV screen.

There were many fans among the crowd, and they immediately became interested. Their eyes were fixed on the screen, and their nerves were as tense as if they were playing in person.

As the game officially started, the hall became lively, and everyone shouted and cheered for their favorite team.

Soon the game reached halftime, but the two top teams in the world had a goalless draw and failed to score a single goal.