Chapter 105: Can't a Loser Make a Comeback?

  There is always a kind of person in the world. If everything goes smoothly, they can exert 100% of their strength. However, as soon as they encounter difficulties, they immediately give up. Yang Biao may not be this kind of person.

  Real Madrid were trailing by two goals at the end of the first half. Puyol seemed to be the captain of Barcelona, vowing to live and die with Barcelona.

  However, Barcelona was overtaken by three goals in the second half by Real Madrid. Yang Biao was like a defeated rooster, and the momentum he had earlier gradually disappeared.

  Kong Zhen and Jiang Di were drinking beer while occasionally looking up to watch the game, but more often they were chatting about tonight's income situation.

  Jiang Di grasped the wine bottle, his eyes half-closed as he said: "Kong Zhen, I really didn't think working at night market would be so tiring!" Kong Zhen casually picked up a handful of peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth. With a muffled voice, he said: "I haven't been doing this for long, but have you noticed that working at night market makes more money than your stock trading?"

  He looked at Jiang Di with a puzzled expression and asked, "Stocks? My second uncle told me that stocks are just a big pit. Many people jump in and lose their money. He warned me not to touch it. How can you still trade stocks? Brother Jiang Di, how much money do you lose per day trading stocks?"

  Jiang Di heard what Xiang Er said and immediately became displeased, saying: "Can you speak properly? If not, go eat your spicy hot pot!" Xiang Da saw Jiang Di speaking to his own brother like that and couldn't help but give him a somewhat displeased look.

  Jiang Di seemed to think what he just said was indeed inappropriate, and hurriedly found an excuse.

  Jiang Di laughed and said: "Toward the second brother, I also pay attention to methods when frying stocks. Of course, the most important thing is still operational discipline. First! Picking stocks is like picking a girl! You have to look carefully, who has big breasts, who has a round butt, who has long legs and feels powerful, etc.! Also need to observe carefully, whether the tall one is wearing high heels!"

  "Listen to Lao Er, Jiang Di described the stock as a girl, instantly wiping away the unpleasantness in his heart, and curiously asked: "How do you know so much? Is there really so much to say about speculating in stocks?"

  "Right? I'm making a profit, basically. Of course, there are losses too. If you lose money, the knife must be sharpened quickly! Take a look at the situation and cut your losses quickly if it's not good! Many people don't understand anything and just rush into the stock market. It's unusual if they don't lose money!"

  The old master's words sparked Jiang Di's interest, and he rubbed his hands together, asking: "Brother Jiang! Tell us, if we invest 500,000 to 600,000 yuan, how much profit can we make in a month?"

  Jiang Di thought for a moment and said conservatively, "Five or six million is conservative, it should be around 5% to 6%. If we do well, 10% in one month shouldn't be a problem!"

  He curiously asked Lao Er: "If it's 5% a month, that's also three thousand yuan, if it's good, it's five thousand yuan! Brother Jiang, how much money can you make in a month?" Jiang Di suddenly laughed proudly and said: "I can make around three to four thousand yuan a month, no problem!"

  "Hey, Old Two, you're so curious, like a baby, asking: 'You can actually make so much money, why are you still working at the night market?' Jiang Di glanced at Kong Zhen, who was sipping his beer with an air of disdain, as if saying: 'Son, you're just bragging! I've seen cows flying freely in the sky!'"

  Jiang Di's face turned slightly red as he said: "Our boss Xiaoteng said he wanted to set up a private equity company, so I agreed to temporarily help out here! My dream is to one day work at a well-known sunshine private equity firm and become the most formidable trader in the industry!"

  Jiang Di finished speaking and suddenly remembered the matter of operating for He Jinghua. He let out a sigh, put down his chopsticks and glanced at Li Xiaoteng. Kong Zhen's expression seemed to be as usual. However, Li Xiaoteng was tightly grasping the beer bottle, his eyes not leaving the big screen for even a second.

  Kong Zhen sighed and didn't know why Li Xiaoteng was so obsessed with football. He had promised someone an impossible task, but he wasn't anxious at all, and even made himself sign a contract.

  Li Xiaoteng's table, Yang Biao and Zhao Paozi have already started chatting about trivial matters. Yang Biao seems to have lost interest in this suspenseless match. While Li Xiaoteng looks at Beckham running on the court, he can't help but want to run a few steps for Little Becks himself.

  On the field, Beckham took the ball on the right route and quickly rushed towards Barcelona's penalty area.

  Beckham's running speed is not as fast as the wild donkeys, but his ball control is a notch higher than those people. Beckham shakes off Barcelona's side defender and breaks through to the bottom line. Suddenly, he stretches back and forth, instantly shaking off another defender.

  Beckham scanned the situation in the penalty area with his eyes, and most of Barcelona's defenders were crowded in the small penalty area. Suddenly, he found that Zidane's Mediterranean head was standing out from the crowd, and he kicked a free kick to pass the ball into Barcelona's penalty area. The ball fell right in front of Zidane.

  The captain of the French team is also a well-deserved reputation and will naturally not waste such a good opportunity.

  Zidane nodded the ball with his head, sending it directly to Barcelona's goal. Valdes seemed to jump up like a madman and punched the ball out with one fist. The ball suddenly flew out of the small penalty area.

  Beckham shrugged his shoulders and gave Zidane a thumbs up. But when he looked at Baldes, his gaze seemed somewhat unfriendly. He muttered to himself: "It's almost over. You're playing so desperately? Have you eaten all the benefits of William Hill?"

  Beckham was depressed, when he suddenly found that the ball which had just been cleared by Baldes, was being crazily passed towards Real Madrid's half court by Harvey. He immediately hurried back to defend.

  Yang Biao, who was drinking and chatting, had originally given up on the competition. But when he saw Harvey's performance, he suddenly became excited as if injected with a stimulant. He immediately shouted loudly: "Harvey! Charge! You must go straight to Huang Long!"

  Havie seems to have played a joke on Yang Biao! As soon as Yang Biao's voice fell, Havie passed the ball to Eto'o. Immediately afterwards, he closely followed behind Eto'o, protecting him from harm!

  Li Xiaoteng listened to the crazy shouting of Yang Biao beside him, looked up at the time in the upper right corner, and it was already 84 minutes. He suddenly felt anxious and took a sip of beer. If Barcelona equalized...

  In the air, Eto'o was watched by Bernabeu's big lights, shining out four human shadows, just like a black whirlwind rushing towards Real Madrid's goal.

  Cassilas rushed towards Sargado, two generals in the middle of Gravison shouted: "Defend him, knock him down!" In a flash, Robert Carlos rushed over from the side road, a beautiful slide tackle, and took away Etoo. The ball rolled to Sargado's feet. Barca midfielder suddenly went crazy and pounced on it.

  To make Sargedo break through, do some cleaning work. Sargedo absolutely belongs to the world's top players. But let him charge forward, Sargedo looked at Barca's various gods. Suddenly lost his confidence, seeing Carlos got up. Hurriedly passed the ball with one foot.

  The ball was passed back down to Carlos' feet again.

  Carlos brought the ball forward with a strong run. At this time, Harvey surprisingly came up to defend first, Carlos forcibly broke through Harvey's defense and made a powerful left-footed low pass. The ball was passed by Carlos to the front of the goal.

  Raul's flash of inspiration, once again at the right time in the right place. Raul held off Oleg and shot from the front point. The ball hit Valdes' body. The strange rebound went into the net.

  The commentator in Bernabeu is excited! A high-pitched and passionate loud shout: "He's indeed the captain of Real Madrid, the captain has once again proven with his actions that among the star-studded Galacticos, only he is the helmsman of Real Madrid! Only he can lead Real Madrid to win the league title!"

  Old William sat in the box, gently swaying the Lafite in his hand. He said softly to Thomas: "This game is really wonderful. I like..."

  Thomas hastily stood up, hands hanging down, and said respectfully: "Thank you very much for your praise." Old William continued to say: "I'm so surprised, did this commentator also bet heavily on Real Madrid? Look at how excited he is!"

  "Thomas hastily said: "If you don't like it, I'll find a way to replace him!" Old William chuckled and shook his head."

  Tonight's Bernabéu belongs to the Madridistas. Time is frozen at eighty-nine minutes. The drums are beating and the flags are waving, fireworks are bursting in the stands. The confetti thrown into the air makes everyone standing in the Bernabéu feel the deafening cheers hitting their joyful hearts.

  The linesman on the side of the field raised the timing card, adding three minutes of stoppage time.

  Real Madrid immediately replaced the exhausted Zidane, and Raul, who had just scored, was also replaced by Solaari. The whistle was blown again. Casillas picked up a vitamin drink from the goalpost and took a sip. He slowly walked to the left corner of the small penalty area, just about to kick off.

  Only Dominguez blew the whistle. He pulled out a yellow card from his pocket and shook it at Casillas! Casillas was momentarily dissatisfied and appealed to the referee, only to hear Dominguez say to him: You delayed the game time...

  This little episode did not change the outcome, and the score was finally fixed at 4-2. Real Madrid wins!

  Li Xiaoteng jumped up excitedly the moment the whistle sounded, waving a beer bottle around wildly. Feeling that this couldn't express his inner joy.

  "Real Madrid is the champion! Real Madrid is mighty!" he shouted loudly, still not satisfied after two sentences. With one hand holding a beer bottle and the other holding spicy hot pot, he spread his arms wide and sprinted down the street.

  Yang Biao sat stupidly in the chair, staring at the unimpressive Barca, dazed and distracted. He saw Li Xiaoteng rushing towards the road like a madman. Whispering to himself: "Damn! Brother Teng has gone crazy?"

  Kong Zhen, Jiang Di and others looked at Li Xiaoteng with a strange tilt of their heads. The brothers exchanged a glance with each other. Suddenly, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness...

  Zhao Pàngzi was the first to come back to his senses, and he hastily shouted for Li Xiaoteng while chasing after him.

  Li Xiaoteng didn't hear Zhao Baozi's voice at all, and in his heart he was overjoyed. What he thought was: On the day when chrysanthemums bloom freely, will there be no time for losers to counterattack?

  PS: The night of Bayern is over. Asking for various tickets, various rewards, and various care! Thank you everyone!