"Um..."
"Beep!"
"Beep!"
"Beep!"
The sound of three message notifications interrupted Wu Li's speech.
While Wu Li was a little stunned, Hu Xiaoxia took his phone.
"There are a lot of junk messages now. I'll check what it is and turn off the software push for you," she said, while opening Wu Li's phone app "Qian Zhong".
She clicked on the message bar below "Qian Zhong".
Among the various messy names, the three words "Prophet" were particularly eye-catching.
Hu Xiaoxia immediately noticed the name that could bring endless imagination.
In the chat window of "Prophet," the last message displayed was a file waiting to be received.
Just seeing this made Hu Xiaoxia tremble on the inside, and her heart was pounding.
Finally, when she was about to lose control of her body, she took a deep breath and suppressed her inner excitement.
Then, with trembling fingers, she clicked on the chat conversation of "Prophet."
"Congratulations to 'Qian Zhong' user, Teacher Wu, for becoming the lucky fan in the 'Prophet' fan lottery and receiving the 'Full Prophecy Gift Package' reward. Please check it out."
The message was followed by the file that Hu Xiaoxia had seen before she clicked on the chat.
"Beep!"
Wu Li's phone beeped again.
Hu Xiaoxia didn't receive the file and instead exited and clicked on other chat boxes.
But after seeing it, Hu Xiaoxia's hand began to tremble violently, and she couldn't hold the phone and dropped it on the table.
"Beep!" It was the eighth message notification after eight o'clock.
And this was like opening Pandora's box. The phone notifications never stopped.
Wu Li and his daughter finally noticed Hu Xiaoxia's strange behavior and were ready to ask her, but they heard the constant message notifications.
Their questions were interrupted, and they looked at each other, thinking of an impossible possibility.
"Old Wu, Old Wu, he...he...he won!" Hu Xiaoxia finally came back to her senses from the shock and said breathlessly.
"Somebody...somebody made an offer...offered one million...one million to buy the prophecy...and said it's an open trade...they can offer ten million!!!"
...
Wu Li and Wu Mei were stunned as they listened to Hu Xiaoxia's intermittent words.
They even forgot to breathe.
After a while, they both took a deep breath at the same time, and their faces eased slightly.
But their trembling fingers revealed that their hearts were still in extreme shock!
...
At this time, in a luxurious office building in Donghai City.
Da Xia Fu's largest underground bookie, Wang Yixiang, was staring at his computer screen.
Although his subordinates had reported to him about Jiang Feng's first two prophecies, he had not taken it seriously at all. He thought Jiang Feng was just another person who was playing to the crowd, and he didn't care about it.
It wasn't until his subordinates reminded him of the first prophecy that he remembered it.
He could still vaguely remember his subordinate's cautious expression when he reported it.
"Boss Wang, the first prophecy was all accurately predicted. Although not many people followed the prophecy to bet, we earned at least several million from it."
"Now that 'Prophet' has released a second prophecy, should we adjust the odds accordingly? Otherwise, we will suffer heavy losses."
"Oh? Is this 'Prophet' so lucky? Adjust the odds based on his prophecy?" Wang Yixiang couldn't forget his frivolous tone and expression when he made the decision.
"If we adjust the odds so easily based on his prophecy, how will our peers see us? How will the buyers view us? Will anyone say that we are too ugly? Regardless of whether his prophecy is accurate or not, we, as the largest and wealthiest bookie in Da Xia Fu, cannot do such a thing! Everything goes on as usual. I want to see if he still has such good luck this time!"
Wang Yixiang remembered the conversation he had with his subordinates when Jiang Feng made his second prophecy. He was so angry that he wanted to slap himself in the face.
It was because he didn't listen to his subordinates' advice to change the odds last time that he experienced for the first time in over 20 years in the industry the situation where large bookmakers didn't make money but only broke even. The situation was even worse for some smaller bookmakers with higher odds.
If it weren't for the anti-gambling operation by the relevant units last time, Wang Yixiang estimated that those smaller bookmakers wouldn't have been able to pay out even more.
Thinking of this, Wang Yixiang felt a little better sitting in front of his computer.
But when he looked at the conversation with "Teacher Wu" on the screen again, he frowned.
"Real-name trading... 10 million..."
He typed this sentence on the keyboard again and sent it out.
But even after sending the message, there was still no response, not even the words "typing" appearing in the conversation box, even for a second.
"Too much! Too much! Too much!" Wang Yixiang clenched his fists in anger.
"You either release the entire result like you did last time, so that I can adjust the corresponding odds, or you don't release anything at all. What the hell is this lottery? More and more people are getting to know about it."
"Damn it! With this kind of thing going on, breaking even is impossible. We'll probably suffer a huge loss!"
Wang Yixiang was so angry that he felt like spitting blood. He then thought of the worst-case scenario, but even if he did, it would be difficult to make a decision.
"Do I really have to stop this round of bookmaking?"
"What if this time it's inaccurate? What if the opponent opens up? If we stop now, Dingsheng's decades of hard work in Daxiafu will be ruined and we'll be overtaken by our opponents in one fell swoop."
"Who would believe in a bookmaker who doesn't dare to pay out?"
As Wang Yixiang thought about this, he felt extremely tormented and conflicted. He couldn't sit still and stood up, pacing back and forth in front of his desk.
"The risk of stopping the bookmaking is too great, so we still have to start with obtaining the 'full prophecy gift package' and adjusting the odds."
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks as a flash of inspiration passed through his mind. He immediately returned to his desk and typed a few lines of text on the keyboard.
"Teacher Wu, maybe you're not happy with the price I offered earlier."
"So, I'll offer another solution. I'll pay 200 million to buy your full prophecy gift package. What do you think?"
After carefully checking his message, Wang Yixiang pressed the send button and waited. He didn't think that the other party could refuse this price.
At the same time, he also made the worst-case scenario plan. If the other party still refused, he could only prepare to stop the bookmaking.
(End of this chapter)