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Chapter 960: Chapter 843: Crazy Profiteering (Subscribe Please!)
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Inside the arena.
The wealthy people didn’t know what to say.
They thought they were going to witness a fierce battle, a thrilling fight, but what was that just now?
Beating up a sandbag?
Thinking back on the fight that had just taken place, wasn’t it just that? The meat mountain had become like a sandbag, getting pounded left and right by the challenger. With the first punch, right across the face, the meat mountain was already disoriented.
Immediately following.
The challenger’s solo show began.
That process.
Tsk, tsk...
A complete domination.
Wardum stood up excitedly and shouted, "Broken Face... Broken Face..." He could no longer care about his image because he had never seen such an interesting match. In a fight of this level, there was still a one-sided crush.
The first time he encountered it.
If he could use it for himself.
He would have made a fortune.
"Broken Face... Broken Face... Broken Face..."
When Wardum shouted.
The tycoons also started to chant along.
They looked eagerly at the relatively small figure in the ring.
This match had no betting, but even if they lost, they didn’t care. It was like the tycoons gambling in Las Vegas; they were just in it for fun, never having the intention to earn money.
"Tonight’s match has surprised us once again. Congratulations to Broken Face for defeating Meat Mountain and becoming the first fighter to secure a spot at our venue. Let’s applaud him once more to congratulate him..." the host called out loudly.
The word ’him’ was drawn out for a long time.
"Whoo-whoo..." The audience applauded.
Karns rushed into the cage.
He was so excited he wanted to give Broken Face a hug.
However.
He was stopped by Broken Face.
"I don’t like being touched," Broken Face said indifferently as he pushed Karns away. Karns felt a bit awkward. Following Western etiquette, he had wanted to kiss Broken Face twice to express friendliness.
Wardum, watching the scene from afar, smirked.
It seemed these two really only had a business relationship, but he liked it.
"You were amazing! With this, we’re making a ton of money, haha..." Karns said excitedly, clenching his fist. He had calculated that from just the fight with Tail Wolf, he had made over five million Euros.
Broken Face had bet on himself.
Plus the bonuses and his share, he had also earned nearly four million Euros.
Since this wasn’t a complete casino, after the organizers took a fixed cost of thirty percent of the total amount, the rest of the money would be split evenly among those who bet on the winning side.
Which means.
This match.
The organizers couldn’t lose.
Accompanying the tycoons in their wild cheers, the two fights were replayed on the large screen inside the venue, with dedicated fighting narrators and slow-motion replays. The wealthy people’s attention was diverted there.
At that moment.
"Mr. Karns, Mr. Wardum would like to invite you for a drink," Wardum’s butler approached.
Seeing this butler.
Karns had a bad premonition.
He wasn’t a fool.
With Broken Face’s astonishing strength, how could Wardum let it pass by? He had heard that aside from being a fixture here, Meat Mountain occasionally went to other places for ’friendly matches’ or was recommended for events.
Helping Wardum make quite a sum of money.
If Wardum took a liking to Broken Face.
Then... Karns started to panic.
"We... we’ll be right there." Wardum’s invitation was not one he dared refuse. He was just a recently uplifted small businessman who was lucky to be here. Wardum was a well-known tycoon in Denmark.
The two were simply not on the same level.
Following that.
Karns brought Broken Face to a small box at the backstage of the venue, also underground.
As soon as they entered.
Karns saw Wardum approaching with a big smile, saying, "Karns, impressive. I didn’t expect you to find such a strong fighter. Well done, very well done. The money you won will soon be transferred to your account."
"Thank you, Mr. Wardum," Karns replied, respectfully shaking hands with Wardum.
"Karns, Broken Face, please have a seat," Wardum said, pointing to the sofa.
"Yes."
The two sat down.
"Mr. Broken Face, hello," Andum said with a smile.
"Hello," Broken Face replied expressionlessly.
"Uh... Where were you working before, sir?" Andre was trying hard to adapt to Broken Face’s indifference.
"South Africa."
"..."
"..."
A question and answer.
Completely sidelined Karns.
Wardum already knew that Karns only had a cooperative relationship with Po Mian and didn’t know much about him, so there was no need to bother with Karns, even though the current Q&A atmosphere felt strange.
However, it’s normal for capable people to have peculiar tempers.
After a short while,
Wardum directly asked, "Mr. Po Mian, would you be interested in working with me?"
Po Mian hadn’t spoken yet.
"Mr. Wardum, I..." Just as Karns was about to speak, he was glared at by Wardum with a chilling look and immediately shut his mouth, but he was not willing to give up just like that, his face twisted with frustration.
"Mr. Karns, I already know how you two met. Can you offer Po Mian a future? No, you will only bring him trouble, and bring trouble upon yourself," said Wardum with a sneer.
People own what they are meant to.
This is the rule of the world.
A beggar holds a golden bowl and begs along the streets.
How much backing does one need to keep them out of trouble? Karns was that kind of person, not sufficiently qualified. Once Wardum said this, Karns came to his senses, but it isn’t that easy to just give up.
No, that’s not right.
It seems he’s never really had it.
Since Po Mian had never agreed to follow him indefinitely, and without any sort of agreement, Karns was just there to earn a retirement fund; he cursed his former self to death in his heart.
"Mr. Po Mian, since you don’t even have an agreement with Karns, you are free. Tell me, what do you want? If it’s reasonable, I won’t be stingy, but you’ll have to work for me," Wardum said, staring at Po Mian.
He wasn’t the type to monopolize.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had friends all over Europe. Even if Po Mian wanted half of his competition earnings, Wardum wouldn’t mind because, at a certain level, earning money was both a mission and a pleasure.
More or less.
It was all money.
It was this view of money that allowed him to have friends all over Europe and for this Manor Club to be visited by so many people, and yet, this was just one of the five clubs of similar scale that he owned.
Doing business.
In the barbaric growth phase, one must be utterly ruthless, greedy for money, victory, profit, and everything else that could be coveted. When it comes to playing with capital, that’s when you need to learn to share.
Po Mian said, "I agree to cooperate with Mr. Wardum. As for the rest, we can talk about it later."
Hearing this,
Wardum was overjoyed.
That was a sign of consent.
Karns was present, which meant Po Mian wanted to have a private talk.
"Mr. Karns, you can go back first. There will be rewards for you once things are settled," Wardum said, beginning to usher Karns out.
Karns looked reluctantly at Po Mian, who said, "Mr. Karns, thank you for bringing me here to make money. However, the stage I seek is beyond what you can offer. I hope we can still be friends in the future."
"Of course, we are still friends," Karns said with a smile, releasing his grip on the situation and feeling warmed by Po Mian’s words. Then he said to Wardum, "I’ll be leaving now. Congratulations in advance, Mr. Wardum."
After Karns left,
Wardum and Po Mian began discussing their interests.
But in five minutes,
the straightforward pair had reached an agreement, much to everyone’s delight.
"You will be glad for today’s decision in the future," Wardum said, shaking hands with Po Mian, his smile wide and joyful.
"So will you."
"Haha, I hope so."
Half an hour later,
Wardum witnessed Po Mian’s capabilities once again.
Wardum’s network of connections began to mobilize as this time, he was aiming for a big win, almost seeing countless banknotes waving at him, his excitement leading him to call for five tall models that evening.
...
Po Mian, naturally a fighter,
Finally had his big spending plan in place.
Tang Qing had started his intense money-hoarding mode.
As Wardum gained a strong new ally,
Several inconspicuous European and American teams had new faces appearing one after another.
As the world’s largest betting sport—football—how could Tang Qing miss out? He realized that focusing solely on casinos before was too narrow-minded; Po Mian was just one among dozens of fighters in the boxing world.
Other fighters weren’t attracting as much attention.
It was essential not to raise suspicions that it was all a setup.
For the future,
As long as it was a betting industry,
Tang Qing was interested in getting involved.
With the world’s gambling industry generating hundreds of billions of dollars in annual revenue, and nearly a trillion when combining both the formal and underground markets, Tang Qing, reborn, could not miss out on such a vast market—a market where even a small slice meant a juicy, fat cut of profit.
Most people can only go with the flow,
But Tang Qing
He had the power to control it all.
Beyond teams and drivers,
Major betting companies worldwide began to secretly plant fighters within their ranks, all with a single goal: to take over when the time was right. When the outcomes of all the matches could be controlled, the destinies of these companies were already sealed.
A plan was already set in motion.
This great game,
Perhaps,
Would go on for a long time.
