Rebirth 08: My Online Love Wife is a Cold and Aloof School Beauty

Chapter 93: The Upset Moment: Lin Bei's "Premonition" in the Lottery

Lin Bei bumped fists with Wang Yu and said, "We just finished eating and stopped by to have some fun."

The four or five young people standing next to Wang Yu were all dressed quite elegantly.

One of the tall, thin men, wearing a Cartier bracelet on his wrist, was leaning against a lamppost, looking down at his phone and scrolling through some pages.

Without even looking up, he swiped his finger across the screen twice and said to the person next to him in a casual tone:

"I've analyzed the match data; betting on these teams is a sure thing. Trust me, you won't go wrong!"

The two young men next to him immediately leaned over to look at his phone screen, their faces showing surprise, and they both gave him a thumbs up.

"You're really something."

"That's right, as long as I follow you, I'm guaranteed to make a lot of money."

Following Lin Bei's gaze, Wang Yu glanced at the boy wearing Cartier and said in a low voice:

"This is a friend of a friend of mine, named Han Yang. He's quite knowledgeable about sports betting."

"They've been recommending betting odds to us lately, saying they have inside data."

"Moreover, after following his advice and making a few purchases, I did make money."

Lin Bei's gaze inadvertently swept over the fleeting page on Han Yang's phone.

The screen is very reflective, making it difficult to read the text.

But the last few letters of the webpage's domain name briefly jumped in the reflection.

Lin Bei immediately recognized it as the odds page of an overseas betting website.

In his previous life, when Lin Bei was in foreign trade, he took on a client's case.

That client specialized in running illegal overseas gambling websites, and he was very familiar with the methods used to target domestic gamblers.

Let the target get a taste of success first; let them win with small bets in the first few rounds.

Once the other party completely trusts them and places a large bet, they directly modify the data in the backend and then run away with the money.

Nine out of ten victims of this scheme are dragged into it by friends of friends.

Lin Bei withdrew his gaze, reached out and pulled Wang Yu half a step to the side, lowering his voice to ask, "What's the background of that Han Yang?"

Wang Yu also lowered his voice: "We've known each other for less than a year. We were introduced by a friend of a friend, and we've had a few meals together."

"However, he is quite generous. He always pays the bill when he treats people to meals, saying that his family owns a company."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Lin Bei said. "I just want to give you a suggestion: don't tell him what you bought when you make your purchase."

"Be careful about the options he recommends."

After Lin Bei finished speaking, he patted Wang Yu on the shoulder, his voice not loud but his tone very serious:

"If he tries to get you to place a large bet in the future, no matter how confident he seems, don't blindly follow him."

"The waters of this industry run much deeper than you imagine."

Wang Yu is a smart man.

After hearing Lin Bei's words, he didn't ask any more questions, but just stood there in silence for a moment.

Then, he took the betting slip that Han Yang had just filled out for him out of his pocket, glanced at it, and then looked up at Han Yang again.

Han Yang was still under the streetlights, analyzing data with two other people, completely unaware of what was happening here.

Wang Yu folded the form, put it in another pocket, and thanked Lin Bei.

Only then did he turn around, push open the glass door of the lottery shop, and buy another ticket that was exactly the same as Lin Bei's.

Lin Bei and the others left the lottery shop and walked back along the night market street.

Old Gao was walking at the front, still muttering the lottery numbers he had just bought.

"If I win the lottery, the first thing I'll do is replace that old, beat-up bicycle with one that has gears."

Wu Xiaoxun yawned as she followed behind and said, "My requirements are relatively low. If I win the lottery, I'll buy another set of Fuwa dolls, this time all gold-plated."

Su Qianqian and Song Qingning chatted and laughed quietly.

When they reached the intersection, Su Qianqian's driver had already parked the car on the side of the road and was waiting.

Before opening the car door, she glanced back at Lin Bei, waved the lottery ticket in her hand, and smiled: "Hopefully I'll win."

Then, I bent down and sat in the back seat, the taillights gradually getting smaller in the night.

Wu Xiaoxun stood by the roadside, hailed a taxi, and waved to Lin Bei and Song Qingning before getting in.

"I'm going to the factory tomorrow to help pack the Olympic T-shirts, so don't miss me too much!"

Song Qingning chuckled beside her: "Don't worry, I won't think about it."

Wu Xiaoxun leaned out of the car window and made a face at Song Qingning.

The taxi sped away.

Old Gao rode off on his beat-up bicycle, repeatedly giving Lin Bei instructions before he left:

"If you win the lottery, be sure to call immediately."

"No matter what time it is, even if it's 3 a.m., we have to make the call."

"Okay." Lin Bei nodded. "Just don't turn your phone off."

Soon, only Lin Bei and Song Qingning remained on the bus stop.

The last train hadn't arrived yet, and the fluorescent lights on the platform ceiling were buzzing, casting long, thin shadows of two people on the ground.

Song Qingning crossed her arms, leaned against the bus stop sign, turned her head to look at Lin Bei, and suddenly said, "Those few unpopular options you wrote down, I think they're all risky."

"In men's singles table tennis, instead of buying Ma Lin, you bought a Singaporean player you've never even heard of—what's his name again?"

"Feng Tianwei".

"Yes, Feng Tianwei." Song Qingning asked curiously, "Who is this person? Any random substitute from the Chinese team would be better than him, right?"

Song Qingning tilted her head and looked at Lin Bei with a "Did you write it wrong?" look.

Lin Bei couldn't explain it.

He couldn't very well say that in his past life, Feng Tianwei defeated three of China's top players at the Beijing Olympics, from Zhang Yining to Guo Yue, leaving them all stunned.

That match was the Chinese table tennis team's most thrilling women's team final in Olympic history, where they almost lost the gold medal.

He couldn't say it was because he had watched the broadcast of that match in his previous life.

Zhang Yining took a spare racket to the court, but the rubber on the racket was not the right model, so she played entirely based on experience and muscle memory.

Lin Bei simply put his hands in his pockets and said, "I just picked it randomly. It's just for good luck. If I win, great; if not, oh well."

The bus arrived, and Song Qingning didn't ask any more questions before boarding it with Lin Bei.

After returning home, washing up, and lying in bed, Lin Bei took the lottery ticket out of his pocket and looked at it again.

Then fold it up and put it in the bedside table drawer.

What was he thinking when the lights were turned off?

After tomorrow, this lottery ticket will probably make a few people's expressions quite interesting.

……

the next day.

Lin Bei's picks for several less popular games all came true.

Old Gao was the first to react.

Lin Bei was still asleep, his phone vibrating like a drill on the bedside table.

He answered the phone in a daze.

Old Gao's voice boomed from the receiver, his throat cracking:

"Old Lin...you won the whole weightlifting lottery!"

"It's not that player from the Chinese team, it's the Korean player you bought!"

"How did he win? How did he win!"

"I watched the live broadcast. The Chinese team failed their last lift; the barbell slid off their backs. The Korean guy succeeded on his last lift, and he even cried."

"Did you know something beforehand? Do you know that Korean guy?"