Chinese Entertainment Intelligence King

Chapter 146: Europa spends money like water, eats and drinks ice happily

Although Fan Xiaopang said that his new photo album was shot in Europe, the scenes were mainly shot in Spain and Portugal, just in time to take advantage of the popularity of the European Cup.

"The European Cup?"

In the hotel restaurant, Yan Li, who was eating Spanish seafood fried rice, suddenly had his eyes light up: "The kind of soccer babe?"

If Fan Xiaopang really wants to take this kind of photo shoot, he has to buy a set of support, no, he has to go to the scene and learn from it.

"What are you thinking? I'm taking photos, not selling movies."

Fan Xiaopang rolled his eyes at Yan Li. She was a popular young actress, and the target audience of the photo album was her fans, so she had a literary and artistic style.

At most, she could take a few photos at the stadium, or add some football elements. The sexy and revealing football babe styles that Yan Li imagined were just lowering her own value.

"What a shame. I thought your male fans supported this style."

Yan Li sincerely regrets that mainland actresses are obviously not as courageous as Hong Kong and Taiwan actresses in this regard.

The photos of Shu Qi and Xu Ruoxuan were no less explicit than those of Japan and South Korea, and left a deep impression on Yan Li when he first saw them.

Fatty Fan didn't bother to pay attention to him and changed the subject: "Which game are you watching?"

"There aren't many games left. I've booked a semi-final and a final."

"Are there any tickets left? I want to go and see it too."

It was a rare opportunity to come across the European Cup, and since it was not far away, Fat Fan felt it would be a shame not to watch a game.

"You can't get a ticket for the finals, but I can squeeze you one for the semifinals. I also bought it from a scalper, and the quantity is limited, so I can't spread it out."

"It's okay, I'll just join in the fun."

Fatty Fan didn't care whether it was the finals or not. He felt in his bag and took out money: "How much is the ticket?"

"Never mind. I'll treat you."

"No, no, this ticket is quite expensive."

Fatty Fan was determined to give the money, and Yan Li saw this and said, "Just give me 5000 yuan."

"..."

Fatty Fan paused, then said, "How about the Euro?"

"Row."

Fan Xiaopang was calculating the exchange rate. The euro is valuable now, and the exchange rate is about 11.25. 5000 RMB is 450 Euros.

Seeing that she was still hesitating, Yan Li took three Euros from her hand and stuffed them into his pocket: "Okay, let's do this."

Official tickets are not that expensive, and better seats are only 150~200 euros.

The main reason is that scalper tickets are expensive, especially when the host Portugal reached the semi-finals, the price doubled. When Yan Li bought that ticket, it cost about 6000 yuan.

Yan Li was not short of this little money and was too lazy to argue with Fan Xiaopang, but the latter complained slightly.

"Consumers in Europe are too expensive. I didn't feel much when I spent euros, but when I converted them into RMB, I felt a pang of pain."

Although she is not short of money, she is not rich enough to spend Euros as RMB. Fortunately, her company reimburses part of the expenses, otherwise she would rather take photos in China.

"I feel bad because you don't earn enough. Look at me, do I care about this little money?"

Yan Li said with some pride. Fat Fan glanced at him, lowered his head and muttered a few words. Yan Li had a shifty eye.

"What are you talking about? Are you scolding me?"

Fatty Fan denied it: "I praised you for your promising young age and encouraged myself to learn from you."

"A liar is 20 pounds fatter, has pockmarks on his face, thick legs, small breasts, and a flat butt."

Yan Li didn't believe it at all and cursed directly. Fatty Fan was so angry that his lips were shaking.

I dug up your family's grave, is it really that cruel?!

Yan Li slowly tasted the Spanish fruit wine. He was a little uncomfortable with it, but he could accept it.

Don't mention it, meeting Fatty Fan is a bit of fun, playing with a beautiful woman is better than playing cards and chatting with a few guys.

After dinner, Fan Xiaopang and the others rested and prepared for tomorrow's work. Yan Li took a few brothers to see the night view of Madrid.

He also went to see Real Madrid's home stadium, the Bernabéu Stadium, but unfortunately it was closed due to lateness and there were no games.

Yan Li walked around, took a few photos in front of the billboards of Ronaldo and Zidane, and then left.

The security situation in Spain is not very good, and a terrorist incident occurred a few months ago, so Yan Li and his friends did not stay around for too long and went back when it was almost time.

The next day, Yan Li and others went to Portugal first.

The semi-finals had not started yet. While waiting for the game, Yan Li began to make some preparations according to the system process. After the game was over, he would just put the winning number in his pocket and leave.

Yan Li doesn't know much English, and he knows nothing about Spanish.

If the system didn't have various text reminders and the dealer didn't have sales staff who were fluent in Chinese, many things would be difficult to handle.

The key is that at night Yan Li can use the system to check for deficiencies and fill in the gaps as well as to inquire about the situation. If something is wrong, he can just run away.

It turns out he was overthinking it a bit.

There is no shortage of gamblers in the world, no shortage of gamblers who spend money lavishly, and there are also many lucky people.

Yan Li witnessed with his own eyes an Asian man walking away from a gambling company carrying a box in a careless manner.

The intelligence was triggered that night. The other party was Japanese and had guessed correctly in multiple games. The box contained a prize of 120 million euros. Not only did nothing happen to the other party, he was not even discovered by outsiders and was preparing to bet big in the final.

Local gang intelligence is too unreliable!

Yan Li was speechless. He was so cautious in his actions that it would have been fine if these people hadn't discovered him, but they didn't even bother with the guy who walked away with the money in broad daylight.

Damn it, if he wasn't unfamiliar with the place, he would have wanted to take his brothers to take down this little Japanese...

...

Two days later, in the semi-finals, Fan Xiaopang also came to Portugal from Spain to watch the semi-final between Portugal and the Netherlands.

Because it was a neutral zone, this girl also bought a Dutch team jersey.

"You like Holland?"

"No, this jersey has a nice color."

Reasonable!

Yan Li was not wearing a jersey, just a T-shirt. Wu Maowen and the other man who followed him to buy tickets wanted to buy one, but after asking the price they gave up.

Damn, a jersey is exchanged for less than 1000 RMB. Capitalism is really dark.

It was Fan Xiaopang’s first time to watch a game live. When he entered the stadium, he felt the warm atmosphere and was quite excited. He shouted loudly to Yan Li.

"It's quite fun."

This was actually Yan Li’s first time to watch a game in person. He didn’t watch Beijing Guoan’s games in Beijing. Occasionally, when the national football team played in Beijing, he often didn’t have time to go.

I have to say that watching a game live and watching it on TV are two completely different concepts.

Maybe the viewing angle is not as clear as that on TV, but the atmosphere on the scene is great, especially for this kind of top-level game. The whole stadium is agitated and excited, and your emotions are unconsciously driven, and your adrenaline soars.

As the game started, goals were scored or conceded, and the atmosphere became more intense.

Fan Xiaopang doesn't know much about football, but he joins in the fun.

I also hope to be captured by the broadcast camera so that it can be seen in China and maybe even make it into the news.

Yan Li felt that she was overthinking it. With tens of thousands of fans at the scene, it was not easy to spot her.

He watched the ball intently, and only when the final whistle blew and Portugal defeated the Netherlands 2:1 and advanced to the final did Yan Li couldn't help but clench his fists.

The monthly intelligence he had received previously showed that Greece, the dark horse, would have the final say in this European Cup, but it also mentioned the runner-up Portugal.

In fact, Yan Li did not gamble big on Greece because he was too focused, so the one he really bet on was Portugal.

Portugal is not a top-notch team right now, but it has the advantage of being the host country, so betting on it is profitable and will not attract too much attention.

Now that Portugal has reached the final, Yan Li has earned at least one million euros from this game alone.

“Haha, I like Portugal.”

Since Fan Xiaopang is wearing a Dutch jersey, he naturally supports the Netherlands.

Seeing that the Netherlands lost, she felt a little disappointed and comforted a Dutch girl who had just cheered with her in English.

Seeing this, Yan Li also tried to comfort her in his broken English. He was so busy watching the game that he didn't expect the Dutch girl's game to be more interesting.

Fatty Fan glared at him, then dragged Yan Li away. Yan Li was very unwilling: "Why? Can't you see how sad I am?"

"I'm afraid you'll make her more sad."

Because there were no tickets for the final, Yan Li made all the necessary arrangements. Fearing something might go wrong in Portugal, he returned to Spain to wait for the final.

Originally, he was planning to return to Madrid, but when he heard that Fan Xiaopang went to Barcelona to take photos, Yan Li followed him to see this pearl of the Iberian Peninsula and took some photos.

The photos taken by professional photographers are just beautiful!
Wu Maowen's photography skills, which are only for taking pictures of heads, are not even worthy of carrying other people's shoes.

The photographer was originally a little dissatisfied with the increase in workload, but was taken by Yan Li to criticize Barcelona's custom industry, and immediately became Mr. Yan's official photographer.

On the evening of July 7th, Yan Li stayed in the hotel, which made Fan Xiaopang, who had just returned from work, a little curious.

"You're not going to that Lansha Hutong today."

"What alley? People call it Las Ramblas."

Fatty Fan said disdainfully, "It's the same thing, just like the Eight Great Alleys of Spain. Take it easy, Dong Xuan is a good person, don't hurt her."

Yan Li sighed, "I've told you so many times, I just took them out for a drink and some Latin dance, I didn't do anything else. If I really wanted to do something, I wouldn't take your people with me."

He thinks the places in China are dirty, not to mention those abroad. He just wants to satisfy his eyes.

If Fan Xiaopang hadn't been worried about safety, he would have taken him with him...

"The European Cup final tonight, are you watching?"

Yan Li didn't want to talk more about this topic with the girl, so he invited Fan to watch the game.

"Go to your room?"

Fatty Fan was a little wary. She didn't dare touch this guy in the Spanish alleys. She was so angry, she couldn't let him get away with it. "Not just you, but all of you guys, come. It'll be more fun to watch the game with more people."

Yan Li didn't think about that at all. The harvest season was coming soon, and he was not in the mood to think about that.

When it was time for the game, Fan Xiaopang and a few others came over. They were a little surprised to see Yan Li, Wu Maowen and the others all wearing Greek jerseys.

"Don't you like Portugal?"

"Yes, but I prefer them to lose now."

Fat Fan was quick-witted. Seeing several people sharing the snacks and drinks from Yan Li's room, he asked quietly.

"Bought a ball?"

Yan Li glanced at her and didn't hide it. Fatty Fan asked again, "How much did you bet?"

"Not much, just for fun."

Yan Li just said it casually, but Fan Xiaopang didn't believe it. She connected all of Yan Li's actions during this period and made a bold judgment.

"Did you come to Portugal just to buy footballs?"

Yan Li didn't comment, but just said: "Anyway, I didn't come here to pursue you."

Fatty Fan blushed: "How did you know?"

They happened to be traveling together in Europe, and Yan Li didn't bring a female companion with him.

Fan Xiaopang once thought that Yan Li was still a thief with evil intentions, so he inquired about her whereabouts and deliberately traveled with Mei, waiting for an opportunity to act.

However, he later discovered that Yan Li was more interested in football, so he left her in Spain and went to Portugal to watch the game. He also openly visited the Spanish sex industry.

Even if you want to play hard to get, you shouldn't go to this extent!
Of course, Yan Li learned about Fan Xiaopang's thoughts from the system, and this time he could understand Fan Xiaopang's thoughts.

It’s a coincidence indeed!
If he didn't have the system and knew that Fat Fan had come to Spain at this time last year, he would have misunderstood that this woman was here to block him.

"The Seven Fairies" sold 3200 million in the first round, and other profits were even greater, and Yan Li's net worth soared.

More and more women are thinking about him. Who knows if this little girl who always talks about working hard for her career will change her mind.

"Don't worry, I'm so fed up with those women right now. I can't even push them away. I don't have time to chase you."

Yan Li said a word of comfort, causing Fan Xiaopang to roll her eyes wildly, as if she really wanted you to chase her.

It’s just a few bucks, why are you so arrogant?
Yan Li didn't have time to pay attention to her. The game started and his entire attention was on the TV.

After more than an hour of tension, the young Portuguese player Ronaldinho was crying heartbrokenly on TV, while Yan Li was laughing wildly outside the TV.

"Greece is awesome! Rehhagel (Greece head coach) is awesome!"

Yan Li hugged Fan Xiaopang next to him and kissed him twice. Before she could get angry, Yan Li expressed his feelings.

"Pick one from Thanksgiving Street (luxury store) and I'll pay for it."

Yan Li called over the translator and said, "Let's go to the hotel. They have 82 Lafite, right? Open two bottles and give them to the brothers to rinse their mouths. If the hotel has any snacks, pick out the expensive and good ones and send them over. If they don't have any, go buy some."

After sending the translator out, Yan Li took out two stacks of Euros from his bag and distributed the money one by one to several followers and Fan Xiaopang's men on the spot.

"crazy?"

Fat Fan took the money that Yan Li stuffed into her hand in a daze, hesitating whether to call an ambulance.

Yan Li opened the door. It turned out that the hotel manager was unsure about the situation and came over to inquire. Yan Li swiped his card on the spot.

"all."

The Spanish manager didn't understand the Northeastern dialect, but he understood its meaning. He bowed slightly and quickly brought wine and food.

"These two bottles aren't enough. Go get a few more. Xiao Zhang, Da Hua, make more of these lobster hams. If they're not enough, get more."

Yan Li was holding a bottle of 82 Lafite worth thousands of dollars. He drank directly from the bottle, took a few sips, and felt a little disappointed.

"It's not as awesome as the movies say."

"A cow chewing a peony is a waste of things."

Fatty Fan looked down upon Yan Li's nouveau riche demeanor: "Is that how you drink Lafite?"

Without saying anything, Yan Li took out a new bottle, opened it, and handed it to Fatty Fan: "We have money, so we are willing to waste it. You should try it too, it's very refreshing."

Fat Fan couldn't resist the temptation and took two cautious sips from the bottle. Then his beautiful eyes lit up slightly, he took two big gulps and wiped his mouth.

“It’s really refreshing.”

"That's right, this stuff is just like that. If you have money, you can drink it however you want. Not only can you drink it from the bottle, you can even smash it for fun."

Yan Li clinked his Lafite with Fan Xiaopang's, then took out two cigars provided by the hotel, handed one to Fan Xiaopang, took one for himself, took out a few euros, and lit a cigarette.

Fatty Fan doesn't smoke cigars, but he's having a blast. "Is the life of a rich person really this happy?"

"Where is this?"

Yan Li took a puff of his cigar and drank a sip of Lafite: "When will you return home?"

"Five or six days, what for?"

Yan Li took two puffs and threw the cigar away. It was a bit choking, so he was more used to smoking Yunnan Yunnan cigarettes.

"I'll give you one day tomorrow. Finish your work and I'll show you the extravagance of capitalism."

"what?"

"What? I'm a nouveau riche, so I don't want to squander the money I earn. I'll take you with me."

Yan Li was not used to drinking red wine, so he shook the remaining half bottle of Lafite, looked at Fat Fan, and chuckled.

"Would you like to try Lafite's hand washing?"

Fat Fan hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his two white little hands and washed his most expensive hands since he was a child.

...

The next day, Fan Xiaopang went to work, Yan Li went to complete the redemption, and then the group went to France and Britain to witness the corruption of capitalism.

When he was in China, Yan Li was cautious and careful, and he was also concerned about his business and his way out. He didn't dare to spend his money lavishly.

This time it was a piece of cake, and since he was not in the country, Yan Li simply indulged himself.

If he doesn’t dare to spend the money he earns, what money will he earn?

Fan Xiaopang is also an absolutely qualified playmate. If he brings Dong Xuan and Qin Lan along, he will have to persuade them to buy anything. It may be a bit of a spoiler, but they will definitely not have a good time.

Fan Xiaopang may have been a little reserved at first, but he quickly got into the role, giving his emotional value and making it a face to lead.

The two spent a rough but exceptionally comfortable few days in England and France.

Top hotel, stay!

Michelin three-star customized dinner, eat!
Luxury goods street, come and visit!
If you see something you like, buy it!
F1 racing experience car, drive!

Private jet, take a ride!

Strictly speaking, it was all about eating, drinking and having fun. It sounds impressive, but in fact, it didn't cost that much money, and it was far from the so-called experience of capitalism.

But Yan Li, Fan Xiaopang and the others are all unsophisticated.

There are no similar places and services in China yet. It was their first time seeing it and they found it an eye-opener. They had a lot of fun and were satisfied with the experience.

Paris, Four Seasons Hotel George V, Royal Suite, room rates up to 1.5 euros per night.

The bathtub is rimmed with real gold and filled with the freshest rose petals. Milk and red wine baths are also available.

wow~
The beauty came out of the bath. Fat Fan, wearing a bath towel, looked at Yan Li sitting on the sofa in the suite. After hesitating for a moment, he walked over barefoot.

Yan Li was fiddling with the latest mobile phone in Europe, the Motorola V3, and recording a video in the hotel room.

"Mobile phones nowadays are amazing. They can take such clear pictures. In a few years, cameras might become obsolete."

Fat Fan was also given one by Yan Li, but he hadn't studied it yet. Upon hearing this, he leaned over to take a look.

“It’s clear indeed.”

Yan Li closed his phone and looked at Fatty Fan with a sharp gaze: "Have you left?"

Fatty Fan glanced at him dissatisfiedly: "Why are you only thinking about this crap?"

"Nonsense, if you don't want to think about it anymore, just go back home."

After a few days of living a carefree life, Yan Lihua spent a lot of money on Fan Xiaopang. The clothes, bags and jewelry he bought for her totaled more than one million yuan.

Yan Li is not a pure boy. When faced with a beautiful woman, he can't help but take advantage of her and conquer her bit by bit.

Fan Xiaopang grumbled in resistance, but he could not withstand Yan Li's powerful tactics. In addition, he was soft-hearted, so he could not withstand his soft coaxing and hard attacks, and his defense was broken through bit by bit.

If it weren't for Fan Xiaopang's special situation, Yan Li would have succeeded two days ago.

"You just pull up your pants and refuse to recognize me when you return to your country?"

Fat Fan was touched by Yan Li's words, and her brows furrowed slightly. Yan Li stroked her slender waist and spoke slowly.

"Sister, didn't we agree that these few days are just a dream? When we return to China, we'll wake up from the dream. We'll be friends and partners in the future."

Fatty Fan glanced at him sideways, his tone inexplicable: "Am I really that unattractive?"

"It's not about charm. I'm lustful and you're strong. I don't want to compete with other women for you, and I don't want to let them go. I can't force it, so it's better for us to be friends."

"Scumbag."

I learned the word "Fan Xiaopang" from Yan Li, and I think it is particularly appropriate for him.

Yan Li didn't care. He hugged Fan Xiaopang, walked around gently, and bit her ear.

"The dream is about to end, let's get to the real show."

Fat Fan stood up, rode on Yan Li, ripped open his shirt, and bit his chest hard.

"I want to be on top."

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