"Good evening, Mr. Liu," a familiar voice greeted Liu Yong.
Liu Yong gently placed his teacup down and inquired, "Can I place my bet now?"
The manager, brimming with enthusiasm, responded, "Absolutely! You can wager up to 100 million U.S. dollars on each project."
"Oh," Liu Yong was pleasantly surprised. Hadn't the maximum bet been limited to 50 million dollars? This sudden increase to 100 million dollars was a pleasant turn of events.
A smile formed on Liu Yong's face as he pondered. He quickly realized that the influential figure behind the gambling industry in Rio City must be Luomen's father. They were likely aware of the conflict between Liu Yong and Luomen and raised the maximum bet to 100 million dollars, hoping to deceive him.
In his mind, Liu Yong chuckled and thought, "When Chen Hu secures one championship after another, you will surely weep."
Then, with confidence, Liu Yong declared, "In that case, I shall place my bet now—100 million dollars on each item, making it a total of 800 million dollars."
The manager nodded and affirmed, "Certainly, a total of 800 million dollars. Mr. Liu, you are our most esteemed guest."
The manager's unwavering enthusiasm made Liu Yong ponder. If only such fervour had been displayed when it came to compensating him for his losses.
The process of placing the 800 million dollar bet consumed nearly an hour, involving the signing of various documents and agreements. After all, this was a high-stakes wager, far from the realms of mere hundreds or thousands of dollars.
Once the formalities were completed and the documents safely stored away, Liu Yong handed over the total amount of 800 million dollars. He gestured towards the exit and casually said, "Let's go."
He led the way, accompanied by two vigilant bodyguards, while the manager escorted him to the building's entrance.
Returning to the hotel and entering the luxurious presidential suite, Liu Yong was promptly greeted by Li Changle, who wore a worried expression. "Brother Yong, you've finally returned! I've been so concerned about you."
Liu Yong, with a relaxed demeanour, assured her, "Don't worry. No one capable of threatening your man has been born yet."
Upon hearing the words "your man," Li Changle blushed slightly and cast a timid glance at Liu Yong. She softly murmured, "You're so vulgar."
Liu Yong laughed heartily, enjoying the playful banter. He retrieved the signed contracts and examined them, relishing the thought of Evan Joyce and his associates soon facing despair.
Later that evening, Liu Yong received a call from He Qiang, who reported that they had already settled in a prestigious hotel in Rio City and had been closely monitoring the activities of Roman and Evan Joyce.
Liu Yong informed He Qiang about his 800 million dollar bet, which instantly delighted He Qiang. He couldn't contain his excitement, repeatedly congratulating the boss and promising to deliver even more substantial funds this time.
As Liu Yong calculated the potential outcomes, he realized that with an 800 million dollar bet, winning a total of 8 gold medals would earn him over 3.52 billion dollars. The immense wealth he stood to gain would undoubtedly leave Evan Joyce impoverished for years to come.
After chatting with He Qiang for a while, Liu Yong made another call, this time to Chen Hu. The two engaged in a pleasant conversation.
Although Chen Hu had preliminary competitions scheduled for the following day, the first final event, the men's long jump, was set to take place the day after. The highly anticipated men's 100 meters and men's 200 meters events—the most thrilling events of the Olympics—were a few days away, adding to the excitement of the ongoing games.
Two days later...
Liu Yong, accompanied by Li Changle, took their seats in the VIP area once again. This time, they eagerly awaited the men's long jump final at the Olympic Games.
The colossal stadium was packed with nearly 100,000 spectators, all eagerly anticipating the competition.
When checking into the hotel a few days ago, Liu Yong noticed a familiar face sitting next to him—the young celebrity he had encountered. He recalled the name Fu Hanhan, a rising star known for his popularity. Due to his delicate appearance, many netizens gave him the nickname "Fu Niang Niang" or "Rich Girl."
Glancing at Fu Hanhan and his companion, whom he called "Sister Yu," Liu Yong initially assumed they were here to cheer for the Chinese athletes competing in the men's long jump. However, his assumptions quickly unravelled as he overheard their conversation.
"Sister Yu, I'm so thrilled! Trivikane, the renowned long jump player from country M, is sure to secure yet another Olympic gold medal. And I'll be there as a witness," Fu Hanhan exclaimed.
"Sister Yu" nodded in agreement. "Trivikane's victory is practically guaranteed. Once the competition is over, I'll find a way for you to get his autograph."
Liu Yong couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment. Here he was, a native of Yan Kingdom, witnessing someone from his own country cheer for an athlete from country M in such a crucial event. It was clear that Fu Hanhan was an avid fan of M's athletes.
Wearing a wry smile, Liu Yong shook his head. Indeed, the world was vast, accommodating all sorts of people.
Soon, Liu Yong realized that the men's long jump final was about to commence. After the preliminary rounds, only eight contestants remained in the competition.
All of the competitors were white or black, except for Chen Hu, the lone representative with his distinctive oriental features.
As Trivikane prepared for his jump, the atmosphere in the stadium intensified, with cheers and applause resonating through the air. After all, Trivikane had claimed the gold medal in the men's long jump during the previous Olympics, creating high expectations for a repeat performance.
Numerous cheers could be heard, primarily from Country M's supporters. Surprisingly, Fu Hanhan, seated beside Liu Yong, also stood up and fervently cheered for Trivikane.
Unable to bear it any longer, Liu Yong couldn't resist speaking up. "Brother, you must be from Yan Kingdom," he stated.
Fu Hanhan instantly grasped the implication behind Liu Yong's words. "Yes, you're right. However, our athletes from Yan Kingdom simply can't match up. That's why I'm here to support Trivikane."
Amused, Liu Yong responded, "Who said our athletes from Yan Kingdom are lacking? Chen Hu is destined to win the gold medal in the long jump."
Fu Hanhan scoffed dismissively. "Hmph! If Chen Hu manages to win the gold medal in the long jump, I'll livestream myself."
Liu Yong laughed heartily. "Well then, I'll be eagerly waiting to witness your livestream. Let's see how you handle that."
"You..." Fu Hanhan fumed, struggling to form a retort. Finally, he managed to speak through gritted teeth, "In front of Trivikane, Chen Hu is nothing."
Chuckling, Liu Yong realized that someone with such distorted perspectives could be influential in the entertainment industry. Public figures like Fu Hanhan often had the ability to mislead others. It was a testament to the diversity of opinions and perspectives present in the world.
Shortly after their conversation, the men's long jump final began. Being the sixth athlete to take the stage, Chen Hu drew a great deal of attention and support from the crowd. The stadium echoed with cheers as Chen Hu stood on the run-up line, exuding a sense of calmness.
With a deep breath, Chen Hu accelerated and leapt into the air, executing a beautiful and flawless jump. Liu Yong couldn't help but feel confident that this jump would shatter the world record.
As expected, Chen Hu's landing point was remarkably far, impressing both spectators and experts alike. It seemed highly likely that he had broken the world record with this jump.
While some were overjoyed, others appeared solemn and astonished...
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