Bet, or not?

This is a very serious problem! If you don’t bet, it is very likely that the morale of the Wizards will plummet, and there will be no suspense in the game against the Nets. But if you bet, it will be a real money and it is very likely...

I was a little afraid to think about it. But at this point, as a man, I had to fight.

"Okay! I'll bet on the Wizards to win the Eastern Conference Championship and advance to the next round!" I said ruthlessly. I don't know what the bet is, but as a reborn person, money and other things can be said to be completely external, and you can get as much as you say.

"I am worthy of being the future boss of the Wizards. I am really brave. Since you chose the Wizards, I can only choose the Nets, but what bets do Mr. Brown want to make?" Fred still looked like a gentleman with a smile on his face, but behind the smile was a sharp knife with blood dripping.

"What are you betting on?" I frowned and responded carefully.

"I have a casino in Florida, worth about 80 million US dollars. I have wanted to deal with it recently, and I think it is not embarrassing to bet..." Fred still looked calm and composed.

Everyone was gasping. This was a big bet, a big bet that could absolutely scare people. Although everyone present was a millionaire, millionaire, or even a millionaire, such a big bet would definitely shock everyone present.

"Fred, this seems a bit big." Michael Jordan interrupted. As the richest person in the NBA, Michael Jordan was obviously frightened.

"Is it big? It shouldn't be very big! Only such chips are consistent with Mr. Brown's identity. Are you right? Mr. Brown!" Freddy directly rejected Michael Jordan's words.

"This..." I was hesitating. Although I have some money now, 80 million US dollars is really not a small number for me.

"Mr. Brown, if you can't take it out, you can ask Mr. Trump. I'm very interested in his casino in East Rutherford, although he is only worth $50 million." Fred said in a tone that showed me a clear path.

casino?!

Damn! I cursed myself secretly, and I finally understood that this was the trap Fred put on me. He wanted the casino of Trump, and my father-in-law Donald Trump must have rejected him. Therefore, he put a trap for me here. Although this encounter was just a coincidence, he must have been thinking about it for a long time.

I cursed in my heart, but at this time I decided not to back down. It was just 80 million US dollars. Although the amount was not small, it was still an affordable fee for me. I said firmly:

"Betting! If I lose, I will give you $80 million!"

Fred showed a surprised expression on his face. It was obvious that he was a little incredible about my happy decision, and he also felt a little incredible about me directly using cash to settle the bill, but he immediately smiled.
Chapter completed!