Chương 16: Chapter 16: Bet Against Soccer, Live in a Seaside Villa!
"Ping~"
"Host has acquired a professional football skill from the abundant bubbles: Free Kick: Banana Shot +1. Today's collection progress: 10/10."
Awesome! It's indeed the Banana Shot! Today's collection was perfect! Both the precise long pass and the Banana Shot goals have been achieved!
In Gunnard's mind, the slow-motion details of Beckham taking a Banana Shot instantly flashed. Immediately after, Gunnard felt the muscles in his legs becoming stronger, and his ankle and knee joints more flexible!
Today's collection is complete!
Gunnard calmly said to the still-frustrated Beckham, "Don't be upset, Mr. Beckham. At least your commercial shoot is finished."
Beckham was taken aback, "What? It's finished? Didn't you just ask me to try it first?"
Gunnard smiled and said, "No need to try. My filming style is to pursue absolute naturalness. Trust me, your Banana Shot in its natural state is more stunning than in any other situation. You can go check the playback with the director."
Beckham immediately ran over to the stationary camera, and the director quickly came over too, watching the playback together.
"Amazing! It's truly amazing!" the director couldn't help but say, "Believe it or not, I was just thinking about this kind of shooting method. It seems the photographer recommended by the higher-ups really knows his stuff! Mr. Beckham, let's use this one! No need for a reshoot, it's a wrap!"
Beckham, full of surprise, said, "Director! This is all thanks to that young photographer! He really inspired me! Huh? Where is he? Help me find him! I must thank him properly!"
The entire filming crew began looking for him.
Gunnard had already quietly slipped away from the beach set while Beckham was watching the playback. He took off his wig and fake mustache, changed out of his vest, and hid his achievements and fame.
Ding~
As soon as he got into a taxi, Gunnard saw a shocking text message pop up on his phone:
"William Hill betting company has transferred £807,000 to you. Betting tax has been deducted."
Over £800,000 in prize money!
Gunnard didn't show much joy on his face. Instead, he calmly opened the betting app and randomly selected two matches, placing a bet of £10,000 on the highest odds for an upset.
Gunnard knew very well that these two matches were not going to have any upsets, and this £10,000 would definitely be lost.
But this is exactly where Gunnard's meticulous thinking comes in.
Not only today, but he planned to lose tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow... losing at least 10 times in a row.
And every time he bet, he would bet on the high-odds upsets, maintaining his image of someone who always bets on upsets.
After losing big several times like this, he could then bet on a real upset, and the betting company wouldn't suspect a thing.
As for the remaining £700,000, he could enjoy that with peace of mind.
...
As soon as Gunnard got out of the taxi, before he could even put his backpack back in his room, Andrew ran over, mysteriously pulling Gunnard to the corner.
Gunnard looked puzzled, "Uncle, what are you doing?"
"Gu," Andrew said, smoothing his hair in a style, "Tonight is the fierce rivalry match between Manchester United and Liverpool. How did you bet?"
Gunnard smiled, "Uncle, last time I was just lucky as a beginner."
Andrew asked seriously, "Gu, I've always treated you well, haven't I? Every weekend I make sure Aunt Sally prepares lamb kidney pie for you! You can't lie to me! Tell me the truth, did you bet or not?"
Gunnard said helplessly, "Yes, I did bet…"
Andrew's eyes lit up, "How did you bet? Come on! Tell me!"
Gunnard smiled wryly, "Uncle, I bet randomly, there's absolutely no way I can win. You definitely shouldn't follow my bet."
Andrew sighed, "Gu, I've always treated you like a brother. Is this how you treat me?"
Gunnard: …
"Alright... I placed a 3-fold bet: Manchester United to win in the first half, Torres to score a hat-trick for Liverpool, and the final score to be 2:5. The odds are 275 to 1."
Andrew was so shocked that even his few remaining hairs stood up, "What? That's... that's a completely impossible bet to win! This is total nonsense!"
Gunnard secretly breathed a sigh of relief and calmly said with a smile, "I told you so!"
Andrew brushed a few strands of hair and seriously analyzed, "Manchester United winning the first half isn't a problem on its own, but Liverpool staging a comeback at Old Trafford, the home of the Red Devils? The Red Devils are currently ranked first in the league, and Liverpool is struggling to even make it into the top six! And the final score is 1:5? Such a lopsided score? Liverpool scored five goals in the second half? Torres was strong last season, but his form this season is clearly off. He's almost playing like a defender now. Can he really score a hat-trick?"
Gunnard smiled calmly, "That's why I said, Uncle, I just blindly placed a bet without knowing anything. Someone as knowledgeable and steady as you, an expert in betting, can immediately tell that my way of betting is nonsense."
Hearing this, Andrew hesitated, "But... last time, when you won with 150-to-1 odds, you said the same thing... I also thought there was no way you could win, but I ended up being proven wrong. Alright! I'll follow you this time! Betting against the obvious choice, here comes a villa by the sea!"
Gunnard was stunned, "Wait! Uncle, don't do that! This time I really just placed a random bet!"
Andrew laughed heartily, "Gu, I have faith in you!
No, Uncle, listen to me, the thing is...
Damn it! I can't explain this no matter how much I talk!
Gunnard scratched his head, "Uncle... didn't you say before that you only had 1,000 pounds of private money? This time, you should just bet three or fifty pounds, right?"
If it's just some spare cash for a small bet, then losing wouldn't be a big deal.
Andrew raised his eyebrows mysteriously at Gunnard, "Gu, you're still young. When you reach my age, you'll know not to reveal the full amount of your private money. I still have 1,000 pounds—don't tell your Aunt Sally about this."
What the heck~
Uncle, you're just like me!
Gunnard quickly tried to persuade him, "Uncle! Don't do this! Really! This time I really just made a random bet! Betting like I did will definitely lose! That 1,000 pounds will be wasted for sure!"
Andrew frowned, "Gu, kid, why are you teasing me with what I said wrong last time? I only said your method of betting on the underdog would lose last time, didn't I? Do you have to rub it in now? If you keep this up, I'll be really mad!"
I...
Gunnard suddenly felt like he had no way to explain himself, "Uncle, then go ahead and bet, but don't blame me if you lose. I already told you, my way of betting will definitely lose."
But Andrew was all smiles, "Haha, 275-to-1 odds! Gu, do you know what this means? It means I can win 270,000 pounds with this bet! I've already thought about how I'm going to celebrate! Gu! We won't have lamb kidney pie for lunch today; we're having Gorgonzola cheese with fish head pie!"
Just thinking about that blue-mold-covered cheese made Gunnard's stomach churn instinctively.
"Uncle, I have something to do at noon, so I won't be eating at home."
"Oh! That's a pity, then let's have it for dinner. It'll taste even better after watching the game!" Andrew looked thoroughly pleased.
Gunnard quickly said, "Uncle, I also have something to do in the afternoon, and I won't be back until very late, so please don't wait for me."
Andrew said regretfully, "That's really unfortunate—do you need me to save some for you to eat later?"
Gunnard shook his head vigorously, "No, no, thank you, Uncle! But really, no need!"
Andrew laughed, "Alright then, you go ahead and take care of your business."
Gunnard finally returned to his room, took out the vest and other items from his bag, and put them away. After a quick tidy-up, he opened the door and stepped out.
As soon as he left the room, he saw Sophie standing on the stairs with a stern expression on her pretty face.
"What were you whispering about with my dad in the corner just now?"
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