In the Far East Lane, cheers erupted from the crowd dining outside the restaurant. However, compared to the jubilation of others, the atmosphere at the table of Wu Li, Fatty, Skinny, and Baldy was unusually solemn.
The three of them felt embarrassed and drank their alcohol while searching for the Great Mansion Cup prediction post on their phones. They couldn't help but think of the same person, the "Prophet."
"Is his prediction really true? If so, then doesn't that mean that Old Wu, who believes in the prophecy, is..." The three of them speculated in their hearts before thinking of a possibility that would make them jealous.
"If the prophecy is true, then Old Wu, who believes in it so much, will definitely..."
*cough*
Wu Li cleared his throat as the three of them were lost in thought. He had only choked on his drink.
However, the three of them felt guilty and thought that Wu Li was reminding them of their behavior.
"Old Wu, I'll take a drink as my punishment and apologize to you for what I said earlier!" Fatty was the first to speak up. He drank his alcohol without any hesitation.
Wu Li waved his hand casually and licked the alcohol from his cup. He then lifted his cup slightly to indicate that the matter was over.
"This feeling seems pretty good." Although his demeanor was calm, his heart was already filled with joy. He was now more determined to follow in the footsteps of the "Prophet!"
...
Soon, the 30-minute overtime was just as predicted in the prophecy post and ended with a score of 1:1, leading to a penalty shootout.
The continuous predictions made by the Prophet made the possibility that the three of them speculated about even more clear and real.
"Old Wu, I have to admit that this prophecy post is almost certain. If I could still place bets, I would bet at least fifty thousand yuan."
Fatty wiped the alcohol from his lips and began to fish for Wu Li's words.
"If you trust the Prophet's prediction so much, did you also place a bet?" The other two listened and looked at Wu Li, hoping for his answer. They had already been tormented by this question.
"Yes, I bet according to the prediction in the prophecy post," Wu Li admitted straightforwardly.
Although Wu Li's words did not show any emotions, the three of them were shocked.
"As expected! He must have earned quite a bit."
"Old Wu is just lucky."
"I wish I had believed in it earlier!"
Various emotions such as envy, regret, and jealousy began to grow in the hearts of the three of them.
After thinking for a while, Wu Li felt that he needed to explain further.
"But I didn't do it for the money. I just wanted to make the comments section look more substantial. And I didn't bet much, only five thousand yuan."
The three of them were initially shocked by Wu Li's first statement, but after hearing the rest, they gradually calmed down.
"Only five thousand yuan?"
"Knowing Old Wu, he probably only bet on the outcome."
"The prediction was that the Great Liang Mansion would win with odds of 0.6. Five thousand yuan would only win him three thousand yuan at most."
Baldy, who had bet twenty thousand yuan on Great Liang Mansion's victory, felt that Wu Li's behavior was inferior to his.
"Ha ha ha, congratulations, Old Wu! You've earned quite a bit this time," Baldy said with a laugh.
"I've already said that I didn't do it for the money!"
"Okay, okay, we know that you, Lao Wu, are not here for the money. Let's just watch the game," the chubby guy tried to mediate and stop the argument between the two.
The four of them refocused their attention on the game.
The penalty shootout had begun. In the first round, neither side scored. In the second and third rounds, both sides scored.
At this point, the score was tied at 3-3. The three bald guys started to feel nervous.
According to the prophecy, Da Jin Fu would only score two goals in the penalty shootout, which meant that they were about to miss the next goal, and Da Liang Fu would score.
They held their breath and stared at the TV broadcast. "Bang!" Da Jin Fu's player, Santiago, kicked the ball out of bounds. But Da Liang Fu scored another goal!
The score was now 3-2 in the penalty shootout. The entire audience's attention was on the last penalty kick of Da Liang Fu's player.
If this goal went in, it meant that Da Liang Fu had won and directly advanced to the finals. It also marked the perfect prophecy!
The three bald guys' hearts were in their throats. They looked extremely nervous, their fists tightly clenched.
"Bang!" In front of 30,000 spectators at the scene and millions of viewers in front of the TV, the ball went in without any hesitation. The fans of Da Liang Fu erupted in cheers!
Meanwhile, in the Far East Lane, there was a similar yet different scene. "Hahaha, I won! The prophet is awesome! I bet 3,000 times the score!" "Boss! I'll cover today's expenses! Hahaha!" "I made a fortune! The prophet is awesome!"
Comments and cheers like this were endless. The on-site audience was praising the players for their shots, while the Far East Lane was cheering for the "prophet."
The three bald guys' hearts were in turmoil. "All of them hit? Is there really a prophet in this world?" they asked themselves, feeling shaken.
The accuracy of the details in the prophecy hit them like heavy blows.
"Boss! Boss! Boss!" Upon seeing the final result, Wu Li also stood up suddenly. The three of them were startled, and then they heard the words that made their jaws drop. "I'll cover the expenses for this one!" Wu Li said. "Tell the customers that if they follow the 'prophet' and 'Qian Zhong,' and like, comment, and share, they'll get a free meal!"
He waved his hand grandly, feeling very pleased with himself. "This money is for the 'prophet,' and it will be used by the 'prophet'!" This was Wu Li's simplest idea.
"Lao Wu, you b-b-bought the big score bet?" The bald guy's voice trembled, and the other two stared at Wu Li.
(End of this chapter)