Return to the Day When My Pregnant Wife Jumped Off the Building-Chapter 222 Hello, I’m Good, We’re All Good_1

There were four restaurants on the gambling ship, all presided over by Michelin-starred chefs, where one could taste mainstream international cuisine from around the world.

Perhaps it was intentional or not, but the breakfast prepared by Fujiwara Rika had the flavor of simple daily life, and Xiao Ming didn’t mind, even generously offering his praise.

Especially for a simple bowl of miso soup, which he complimented several times. Ding Jianwei, while drinking it, thought it was just relatively more savory and didn’t find anything special about it, so he curiously asked where its goodness lay.

Xiao Ming glanced at the surveillance camera on the ceiling, his smile mysterious, "It’s no surprise you can’t taste it; this soup was made specifically for me, filled with deep love that only I can taste."

Ding Jianwei thought he was spouting nonsense again and cursed him as crazy before going silent.

But inside the captain’s office, Fujiwara Rika, watching the surveillance footage, was shocked, her heart racing and her face turning pale.

That bowl of soup was made by her own hands.

She didn’t know the meaning behind it; at that moment, she had an inexplicable desire to make it and had even specifically ordered all the staff out of the kitchen and turned off the surveillance equipment in the cooking area.

That is to say, theoretically, she was the only person in the whole world who knew about this.

Unless Xiao Ming had the ability to predict the future, there was only one other possibility—he had drunk it before!

And this was precisely what terrified Fujiwara Rika the most.

Because she grew up in a restaurant run by her mother. She hadn’t learned any other dishes, but she had mastered the miso soup, which tasted exactly like her mother’s. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Given Xiao Ming’s age, it was impossible for him to have visited the restaurant during her youthful days; hence, the flavor he remembered could only have come from her mother’s cooking.

In short, Xiao Ming not only knew who her mother was and where she was, but he had also met her up close.

And it could have been just before this trip on the ship!

If there was a soft spot for normal human emotions deep inside Fujiwara Rika’s heart, it would undoubtedly belong to her mother.

That was her greatest and only vulnerability.

As the meal was about to end, Candy came to the restaurant.

Dressed as a bunny girl, she looked drained and exhausted from staying up all night, but her eyes were bright with excitement.

"Oh God, you were simply divine!"

She exclaimed excitedly, "The scores of the matches you told me about last night, they were spot on, with total earnings reaching over 380 million US dollars. You can verify it anytime with your room card."

"Just call me ’sir,’ no need to call me God,"

Xiao Ming chuckled, "Did you follow my bets?"

Candy immediately showed a regretful expression, "I’m sorry sir, I hesitated. In the end, I bet on two matches, and didn’t dare to bet too much, only making less than twenty million."

"That’s still very good! It’s more than what you’ve earned in the past two and a half years. Once you disembark and go home, savings of over thirty million US dollars will be enough for you to live a comfortable life anywhere in the world."

Candy brightened up again, bowing deeply, "All thanks to your blessing, sir. Being able to serve you last night was the greatest fortune of my life!"

"Really! Then my trip on this gambling ship wasn’t in vain. After all, making a beautiful woman happy is a man’s undeniable duty."

Having said that, Xiao Ming wiped his mouth and stood up, "Tired?"

Candy shook her head vigorously, "Whatever you need, sir, just command. But I might need to wash my face and touch up my makeup first; I’ll be quick."

"If you still have energy, then come with me back to the casino! It doesn’t feel right to be served by someone else after being served by you."

Candy was stunned, and Ding Jianwei asked in surprise, "You’re going to gamble again?"

Xiao Ming nodded, "I requested permission from my wife before coming this time. Even if I come again in the future, I probably won’t gamble. The opportunity is rare, and there’s money to be made. Why not make it? Oh, just one last game and then we’ll leave, don’t worry, it won’t take too long."

Ding Jianwei laughed, "I’ve never heard anyone speak of the casino as a place to make money, as if you win every time you gamble. Are you like the God of Gamblers or something?"

"In certain situations, even better than a gambling god."

Xiao Ming winked at her and turned towards the elevator.

Arriving at the betting hall for the event, the overnight fermentation of tobacco and alcohol nearly smoked him out, but for that once-in-a-lifetime game, he endured and picked a booth closest to the door to sit.

Glancing through the event numbers, he handed the room card to Candy, "Match number 036, bet on the away team, 2:1, a hundred million. As usual, pick the betting company with the highest odds besides the gambling ship."

For gambling on sporting events like this, the gambling ship is connected with all the major betting companies around the world.

Not only does it set its own odds, but it also displays the odds from those mainstream betting companies for the customers to choose from, and helps place bets on their behalf.

Of course, it’s not free, there’s a service fee of one thousandth in the end.

The over three hundred and eighty million US Dollars that Candy helped Xiao Ming win last night, was the amount after paying nearly four hundred thousand in service fees.

Candy, following Xiao Ming’s instructions, pulled up the details of match number 036 and was instantly stunned, her expression strange, as if she wanted to speak but stopped herself.

Because the match was none other than Han Country against South Goryeo, and it was soccer.

Everyone in the world knew how bad Han Country’s soccer was, yet Xiao Ming was betting on Han Country to win 2:1.

The key point was that the game had already reached the second half, and the score was 0:1, Han Country down by one goal.

"What’s the matter, got muddled?"

Xiao Ming’s voice snapped Candy back to reality. Biting her lip, she said, "Sir, please forgive my impertinence, are you using a hundred million US Dollars to show support for your country’s team?"

"Support my ass! A bunch of idiots who only know how to show off and cause trouble, nobody would support them."

Xiao Ming curled his lip, "I’m betting because all the betting companies around the world look down on them, setting super high odds for them. I just want to make some money, that’s all."

"But... if they don’t win, no matter how high the odds are, you can’t make money!"

"You’re wrong," Xiao Ming’s mouth curled into a smirk, "It’s indeed very hard for them to win, but today, I feel like my luck is through the roof. I’m sure Lady Luck is on my side, so I decided to take a gamble."

Seeing his determination, Candy didn’t dare to dissuade him further and followed the instructions to place the bet.

"Since you think Lady Luck is shining on you, why not bet more?"

Ding Jianwei didn’t believe him either, sipping his drink and teasing him, "I just checked, the odds for a score of 2:1 are 1:11. If you bet all three hundred million, and win, you’d have thirty-three billion US Dollars, putting you straight into the top ten richest in Han Country."

Is that all it takes to be in the top ten?

Xiao Ming was taken aback for a moment before he realized it wasn’t ten years later, inflation wasn’t that bad yet, money still meant something, and the wealthiest person only had just over six billion US Dollars.

Unlike later, when company valuations would easily hit hundreds of billions or even trillions, where even the cleaning lady was a millionaire, but the wage levels hadn’t increased much, yet everyone was supposedly living happily, a real wonder.

"Don’t say you know me when you go out. I don’t have friends as low IQ as you."

Shaking his head, Xiao Ming said, "Betting three hundred million could indeed win 33 billion, but it doesn’t guarantee you actually get that 33 billion, because whether the betting companies can afford to pay out is another story.

What if they just declare bankruptcy and liquidate, then start fresh with a new face? Who would I go to then?

One hundred million is just right. Winning 11 billion would be enough to make betting companies hurt, but not enough to bankrupt them. The gambling ship would pay out first, then chasing the debt afterward would be easy.

Everybody wins; this is called wisdom, get it?"

Ding Jianwei, frustrated and embarrassed, gave him a kick.

While they were talking, the Korea Team suddenly scored an own goal, and the score changed to 1:1.

Candy clapped her hands in excitement, just about to say something, when a clearly angry hubbub erupted from a nearby booth.

Ding Jianwei frowned and cursed, "Damn Koreans!"