Entertainment mogul: Starting his business with the internet

Chapter 138 Full of Harvests
The intense battle lasted for two hours. Song Ci and Liu Shishi clashed several times, but in the end, Liu Shishi, being delicate and weak, gave in and begged for mercy, thus being the first to lose.

After they finished, Song Ci held his girlfriend close, gently caressing and playing with her. After resting for a moment, he said, "Shishi, let's go take a shower!"

Liu Shishi was held in her lover's arms, staring blankly at the ceiling, and murmured softly, "I'm exhausted, I don't want to move a single finger."

Song Ci kissed Miss Liu's forehead tenderly, saying, "Sigh! But you're convinced this time!"

Liu Shishi frowned in protest, arguing defiantly, "I don't believe it! I'm practicing yoga now. Once my strength increases, I won't be afraid of you anymore."

"Practicing yoga? Can your knees touch your shoulders now?" Song Ci immediately became interested, and various flexible yoga poses appeared in her mind.

Liu Shishi was stunned upon hearing this, and looked at her boyfriend in confusion: "What kind of strange position is this? The teacher didn't teach this."

With a mischievous grin on her face, Song Ci seemed to recall something amusing and said mysteriously, "I also know yoga. The teacher didn't teach this pose, but I'll teach you next time."

"You know yoga?" Liu Shishi was initially skeptical, but then she saw the sly grin on her boyfriend's face and knew he was up to no good. She angrily punched him and turned away, not wanting to talk to him anymore. "Hmph, you bad guy."

Song Ci patted his girlfriend's pert bottom and said with concern, "You're all sweaty, don't catch a cold. Let me carry you to take a bath."

Liu Shishi yawned and said in a coquettish tone, "Well, Little Song, serve me while I bathe."

After their second shower, the two, dressed in light pajamas, walked hand in hand to the window. Night had fallen, but the lights of Berlin still shone brightly, like countless stars fallen to earth, displayed before their eyes.

Song Ci slightly pushed open the window, and a gentle breeze drifted through the half-open window, lightly brushing against their cheeks, bringing a touch of coolness and comfort.

Liu Shishi's hair danced lightly in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance of bath perfume that blended with the freshness of the night breeze, making one feel relaxed and happy.

My gaze pierced through the layers of lights, gazing at the night view of Berlin. The silhouettes of skyscrapers appeared and disappeared in the darkness, and the streets under the neon lights remained bustling with activity. The occasional laughter and music added endless vitality and charm to the city.

Liu Shishi sighed softly, "The nights in Berlin have a unique charm."

Song Ci smiled slightly: "Yes, every time I stand here, I can feel the different facets of this city. The hustle and bustle during the day and the tranquility at night are both very distinctive."

In a few years, the development of China's first-tier cities will be no less impressive than that of ancient European cities like Berlin and Paris, and the night views of Beijing and Donghai will be equally captivating.

Song Ci reached out and stroked his girlfriend's hair, finding it was no longer wet. He then said, "Shishi, it's getting late. Let's rest now that your hair is dry. Director Zhang will pick us up early tomorrow morning." With that, he closed the window, pulled his girlfriend up, and headed to bed.

"Let me make this clear first: if you're going to sleep, then go to sleep, but don't you dare touch me!"

"No problem, I'm very well-behaved!"

A good night's sleep, and the first rays of dawn break. A summer morning in Berlin unfolds slowly in the morning light, like a vivid oil painting.

A faint fragrance of flowers and herbs filled the air, mingling with the aroma of baking from a distant bakery, awakening the sleeping streets and bringing the city to a bustling, lively pace.

Sunlight streamed through the glass into the guest room. Liu Shishi was putting on makeup, while Song Ci, who had gotten up early, had already finished washing up and getting ready, and was standing by the window looking down at the room.

On the streets, people began to get active for their morning exercise. Some jogged along the lush green park paths, while others rode bicycles through the quiet alleyways, enjoying the coolness and tranquility of the morning.

Cafes and breakfast shops along the street in front of the hotel gradually opened their doors to welcome guests. Under the morning light, the shop owners were busy preparing various breakfasts. Although the types of food were different, they were full of the same lively atmosphere as in China.

"Let's go, Yi Yi, I'm all packed." Liu Shishi walked out of the bathroom after finishing her makeup. Her long, flowing hair was tied into a neat high ponytail. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Her face was lightly made up, and she looked simple, youthful, and energetic.

Song Ci was also dressed in a cool summer outfit, carrying a travel bag and wearing sunglasses, looking both handsome and cool.

The two left the guest room, where Tang Yue was diligently waiting at the door. Upon seeing his boss come out, he quickly greeted him, "Good morning, Mr. Song and Ms. Liu."

Song Ci was in a cheerful mood, feeling as if she were bathed in a spring breeze: "Old Tang, you've worked hard. Let's go downstairs."

When the three arrived at the hotel lobby, their guide Zhang Cheng was already waiting there. Song Xueying and Jiang Yuanyuan stood beside him, their faces beaming with smiles, holding a map of Berlin and chatting happily.

Upon seeing Song Ci and his two companions arrive, Zhang Cheng warmly handed them a meticulously planned itinerary: "Mr. Song, this is today's schedule. If you have no objections, we can proceed according to my plan once we set off."

Song Ci glanced down at the list, which included several famous Berlin attractions such as the Brandenburg Gate and Kurfürstendamm. She nodded in satisfaction, agreeing, "Director Zhang, you're a professional. Let's stick to your itinerary. But we have plenty of time, so no need to rush. Just relax."

With the investor's approval, Zhang Cheng was full of energy: "Then let's set off!"

Their first stop was the Brandenburg Gate, a symbol of Berlin, which Zhang Cheng led five energetic people to.

In the morning light, this historic building appeared particularly solemn. Our knowledgeable guide provided a detailed explanation of its historical background and its significant role in the German reunification process.

He listened to the Song lyrics with great interest, and even asked a question from time to time, gaining a deeper understanding of the building.

The itinerary proceeded from nearby to farther destinations, and the group then walked to the nearby Berlin Cathedral.

This church is one of the largest in Berlin, with a magnificent interior featuring many exquisite murals and sculptures for visitors to admire, allowing them to experience the unique charm of European religious culture.

For lunch, the group chose a local restaurant and sampled traditional German sausages, beer, and sauerkraut, all of which were unique and delicious. During the meal, Zhang Cheng also gave a unique introduction to German table manners.

In the afternoon, the group followed the guide to visit the Berlin Wall ruins, a symbol of the division between East and West Germany, as well as the Berlin Museum. In the evening, they arrived at the final stop of the day's itinerary: Kurfürstendamm.

This is one of Berlin's most bustling commercial streets, home to a variety of fashion brands and unique shops. Here you can freely explore, shop, sample local snacks, and experience Berlin's modern urban atmosphere.

The three ladies enjoyed their shopping and lingered there, reluctant to leave. Song Ci even bought each of them a luxury handbag, and the three women beamed with joy, praising Song Ci's generosity.

"I'm so tired!" As soon as she returned to her hotel room, Liu Shishi went straight to the bed, sat down, and gently massaged her sore calves. She was exhausted after walking all day.

Song Ci drew the curtains and said gently, "You must be exhausted. Shall I give you a massage?" Liu Shishi smiled and nodded, then asked shyly, "Mr. Song, is this a proper massage?"

"We have both legitimate and illegitimate services, it just depends on what kind of service the lady needs."

Miss Liu lowered her eyes, her pretty face flushed: "Then I'd like to experience both, but for now, I'll try the proper one first."

"Okay, whatever you say." Song Ci smiled and sat down next to his girlfriend, beginning to gently massage her shoulders and back. Although his technique wasn't professional, it was full of love and care.

Liu Shishi closed her eyes, enjoying this rare tranquility and relaxation, and a happy smile unconsciously appeared on her lips.

The days flew by, and Song Ci, Liu Shishi, and the others, with their guide, visited German cities such as Hamburg, Frankfurt, and Munich. Along the way, they also went to the Berlin Olympic Stadium to watch the first quarter-final match of the World Cup, Germany vs. Argentina, experiencing the grandeur of the World Cup football tournament in advance.

On July 9th, local time, the 2006 World Cup Final was undoubtedly a feast for football fans around the world. Song Ci and Liu Shishi came to the game and were fortunate enough to be in the ocean of carnival, personally experiencing the heart-stirring enthusiasm and passion.

At 7 p.m., as night fell, the Berlin Olympic Stadium was brightly lit and bustling with activity, as if the eyes of the entire world were focused on this green field.

In the stands, the colorful national flags and fans' clothing intertwined to create a magnificent picture. Cheers, shouts, and songs rose and fell, forming a stirring symphony that resonated in everyone's heart.

Song Ci and Liu Shishi held hands tightly, mingling in the crowd. They were deeply infected by the indescribable enthusiasm of the atmosphere. Their faces were filled with excitement and anticipation, and their eyes sparkled with boundless longing for the upcoming showdown.

All around, fans from all over the world expressed their love for football in their own ways. Some waved national flags, some painted their faces with colors representing their countries, and others held up portraits of the players. Every detail revealed the importance and passion they attached to this match.

With the referee's whistle, the match officially began, and the entire stadium erupted in cheers and applause. Every brilliant pass and shot drew thunderous applause from the stands.

Looking around, Liu Shishi saw that the entire stadium stands were filled with fans wearing blue and white jerseys, supporting France and Italy. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "It's so exciting! Honey, which team do you think will win?"

Song Ci felt as if he were there, completely immersed in this football extravaganza, cheering, marveling, or watching with bated breath in sync with the rhythm of the game.

"Italy!" Upon hearing Miss Liu's question, Song Ci blurted out without thinking; he had bet on the Azzurri.

A young man nearby protested, "Hey bro, Zidane's artistic football is unmatched. I think France will win this championship."

Seemingly confirming the young man's words, Zidane scored a brilliant Panenka penalty, giving France a 1-0 lead.

The supporters of the French national team rose to their feet, and a deafening roar of cheers filled the stadium.

The young man said smugly, "See, brother? I told you so, supporting the French team was definitely the right thing to do."

Song Ci turned to look and realized that he actually recognized the person who was speaking. Wasn't this Wang Sicong, Principal Wang? What a coincidence to run into him here.

But it makes sense, considering that Wang Sicong is currently studying in the UK. These rich young men have money and time, so it's normal for them to come to the World Cup finals to join in the fun.

At this time, Principal Wang looked very young and was still a fresh-faced young man. Because the French team was in the lead, he raised his head and felt smug.

"Things can change in an instant on the pitch, and scoring the first goal doesn't guarantee a win. Italy has Pirlo and Toni, and they're not a weak team. I think it might go into extra time."

"Wait, are you Song Ci?" Wang Sicong looked at Song Ci's face clearly because he turned slightly to the side when he spoke, and said with a surprised expression.

Song Ci asked in surprise, "You know me?"

"Chairman Song, you are my idol! My name is Wang Sicong." Wang Sicong was a little excited and extended his hand to Song Ci. The man in front of him was a super-rich man whose net worth was higher than his father's. The key was that he was too young and was a role model for them, a group of rich second-generation.

Song Ci smiled and shook hands with him: "We're about the same age, and it's fate that we met in a foreign land. There's no need to be so polite."

Wang Sicong is outgoing and quite sociable: "I was born in 1988, and I remember you were born in 1987, so you're a year older than me. Can I call you Brother Song? You can just call me Sicong."

"You know me pretty well, don't you?"

Wang Sicong explained, "I've seen your profile. My dad keeps telling me to learn from you. I never expected to meet Brother Song here today. This match was totally worth watching! Brother, can I get your contact information?"

Song Ci nodded, also expressing his interest in making friends: "Of course, no problem. We can have a meal together after the competition."

“Okay, this meal is on me.” Wang Sicong happily took out his phone and added Song Ci’s phone number.

Upon hearing that Song Ci wanted to invite him to dinner, he hurriedly offered to treat him. Although he, Young Master Wang, was down on his luck and only had 500 million pounds of pocket money a year, he could still afford to treat someone to a meal.

The game continued, with the players fighting hard and the match being incredibly exciting. However, Zidane was sent off with a red card, leaving behind the classic image of him narrowly missing out on the World Cup trophy.

After a grueling 90 minutes of play, the two teams remained tied even in extra time. A grueling penalty shootout ensued, but Italy finally triumphed, winning the World Cup and lifting the trophy.

When the final whistle blew, regardless of the result, the atmosphere in the stadium reached its peak. Fans felt joy or sorrow, but above all, they felt an endless love and respect for the sport of football.

"Great!" Song Ci in the stands was also excited, pumping his fist repeatedly. All the match results were the same as his bets, and he could make a fortune in this World Cup.

As for whether the profits would be affected by bookmakers, Song Ci was not worried at all. The World Cup, held every four years, is the hottest time for the global betting industry, with more than 1500 billion US dollars flowing through it worldwide.

The $60 million I invested was just a small fry, and the house never loses money, no matter whether the bettors win or lose.

The day after the competition ended, the betting profits began to arrive in the account, and even the initial concerns about the online betting company defaulting on payments did not materialize.

"US$2.84 million!" This is the total profit from this World Cup betting after deducting the principal and betting tax. With this money, Song Ci can finally begin preparations for the three research centers he has been longing for.

On July 13, Song Ci and his entourage boarded a flight to Beiping, embarking on their journey home.

(End of this chapter)