Vol 2 Chapter 530: Don't be persuaded, the late good guys are good news, swipe your card to open the package

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[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 58.5 million pounds, which has been transferred to your account, please pay attention to check it. 】
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining £82.5 million………………. Please pay attention to check it. 】
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining £27.8 million………………. Please pay attention to check it. 】
…….
【Current points: 150 points. 】
How much is 58.5 million pounds + 82.5 million pounds + 27.8 million pounds-80 million pounds...?
(￣rǒ￣)
This question is a bit difficult, what are you waiting for...
Li Xian looked at the system message, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the calculator on it, paused with his finger on the screen, and estimated in his heart: "This wave of small profits made 88.8 million pounds, plus the previous 47.5 million. Pounds...Today, I made a total of 136.3 million pounds. Tsk.... Eight mistakes and eight mistakes, rounding off two big goals.
If every league can fix a big goal with a fixed income, wouldn't it be possible to buy a club similar to Manchester United after a season? Hehehe~~~I'm really a math genius! "
System Baba: →_→, are you thinking about fart again? !
Li Xian: (ˉ▽￣~) Cut~~, it's not illegal to brag!
System Baba:……..
At the same time, an incoming text message came from the mobile phone. He clicked it and took a look. The balance of the pound sterling became 26.13 billion.
Putting down the phone, Li Xian raised his beer and celebrated the victory with Wang Sipeng. The two filled a bottle of wine with "tons, tons and tons~~". Afterwards, perhaps they were infected by thousands of "Red Devils". The humming of Manchester United's classic team anthem.
Glory belongs to Manchester United!
Glory belongs to Manchester United!
The Red Legion march forward bravely!
Just like those "Busby's kids"...
We want to make the flag of the Red Devils fly high...
You will see it with your own eyes, and you will hear people singing proudly...
Manchester United! Manchester United!
...
We are the red boys, and we are on the way to Wembley!
Wembley! Wembley!
We are the great Manchester United, and we are on our way to Wembley!
Said 77-year-old Docherty!
Atkinson also believed when he was 83 years old!
All mankind knows who we are...!
Everyone will sing a song "Queen's Blood"...!
...
High-pitched singing hovered over Anfield. Thousands of "Red Devils" cheered, celebrated, and waved flags in the stands unscrupulously in the posture of winners.
On the other hand, the tens of thousands of "Red Army" formed a sharp contrast. When the final whistle blew, some people were disappointed, some wept bitterly, some were in a daze, some left early, some yelled...
The unbeaten record of 17 games at home was ended. They could not accept such a defeat, and they were not more reconciled to lose to their centuries-old rival Manchester United.
Suddenly, the fans in the KOP stands suddenly broke out, almost causing an unmanageable chaos.
Seeing this scene, Wang Sipeng said with lingering fear: "Young Master Xian, let's put away Manchester United's scarf and autumn clothes first, and then go."
"Are you swollen?" Li Xian squinted at him and said, "Are you scared?"
"Yeah, look at those red soldiers who are anxious and depraved, we just walk out so swaggering, it's easy to get beaten." Wang Sipeng nodded like garlic, with a worried expression on his face.
"Puff~~ I rely on..." Li Xian took a sip of beer and almost squirted it out, laughing and cursing: "My principal, why are you so scared? What's so scary about this, let's be so generous Going out, I don’t believe anyone dares to provoke me."
"I'm going~~ I'm counseling? I'm doing it for our safety." Wang Sipeng said angrily: "Do you know what the Premier League is the most? The most football hooligans... They are crazy and they can do anything. !"
"Uh...Football hooligans?" Li Xian frowned slightly and asked, "There are also... at Anfield?"
"Nonsense! Whether you are Anfield or Old Trafford.........It's everywhere anyway." Wang Sipeng suddenly raised an octave and said, ""
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[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 58.5 million pounds, which has been transferred to your account, please pay attention to check it. 】
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining £82.5 million………………. Please pay attention to check it. 】
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining £27.8 million………………. Please pay attention to check it. 】
…….
【Current points: 150 points. 】
How much is 58.5 million pounds + 82.5 million pounds + 27.8 million pounds-80 million pounds...?
(￣rǒ￣)
This question is a bit difficult, what are you waiting for...
Li Xian looked at the system message, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the calculator on it, paused with his finger on the screen, and estimated in his heart: "This wave of small profits made 88.8 million pounds, plus the previous 47.5 million. Pounds...Today, I made a total of 136.3 million pounds. Tsk.... Eight mistakes and eight mistakes, rounding off two big goals.
If every league can fix a big goal with a fixed income, wouldn't it be possible to buy a club similar to Manchester United after a season? Hehehe~~~I'm really a math genius! "
System Baba: →_→, are you thinking about fart again? !
Li Xian: (ˉ▽￣~) Cut~~, it's not illegal to brag!
System Baba:……..
At the same time, an incoming text message came from the mobile phone. He clicked it and took a look. The balance of the pound sterling became 26.13 billion.
Putting down the phone, Li Xian raised his beer and celebrated the victory with Wang Sipeng. The two filled a bottle of wine with "tons, tons and tons~~". Afterwards, perhaps they were infected by thousands of "Red Devils". The humming of Manchester United's classic team anthem.
Glory belongs to Manchester United!
Glory belongs to Manchester United!
The Red Legion march forward bravely!
Just like those "Busby's kids"...
We want to make the flag of the Red Devils fly high...
You will see it with your own eyes, and you will hear people singing proudly...
Manchester United! Manchester United!
...
We are the red boys, and we are on the way to Wembley!
Wembley! Wembley!
We are the great Manchester United, and we are on our way to Wembley!
Said 77-year-old Docherty!
Atkinson also believed when he was 83 years old!
All mankind knows who we are...!
Everyone will sing a song "Queen's Blood"...!
...
High-pitched singing hovered over Anfield. Thousands of "Red Devils" cheered, celebrated, and waved flags in the stands unscrupulously in the posture of winners.
On the other hand, the tens of thousands of "Red Army" formed a sharp contrast. When the final whistle blew, some people were disappointed, some wept bitterly, some were in a daze, some left early, some yelled...
The unbeaten record of 17 games at home was ended. They could not accept such a defeat, and they were not more reconciled to lose to their centuries-old rival Manchester United.
Suddenly, the fans in the KOP stands suddenly broke out, almost causing an unmanageable chaos.
Seeing this scene, Wang Sipeng said with lingering fear: "Young Master Xian, let's put away Manchester United's scarf and autumn clothes first, and then go."
"Are you swollen?" Li Xian squinted at him and said, "Are you scared?"
"Yeah, look at those red soldiers who are anxious and depraved, we just walk out so swaggering, it's easy to get beaten." Wang Sipeng nodded like garlic, with a worried expression on his face.
"Puff~~ I rely on..." Li Xian took a sip of beer and almost squirted it out, laughing and cursing: "My principal, why are you so scared? What's so scary about this, let's be so generous Going out, I don’t believe anyone dares to provoke me."
"I'm going~~ I'm counseling? I'm doing it for our safety." Wang Sipeng said irritably, "Do you know what the Premier League has the most? The most football hooligans... They are crazy and they can do everything. come out!"
"Uh...Football hooligans?" Li Xian frowned slightly and asked, "There are also... at Anfield?"
"What do you think?!" Wang Sipeng suddenly raised an octave and said, ""
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 58.5 million pounds, which has been transferred to your account, please pay attention to check it. 】
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining £82.5 million………………. Please pay attention to check it. 】
[Congratulations to the host for obtaining £27.8 million………………. Please pay attention to check it. 】
…….
【Current points: 150 points. 】
How much is 58.5 million pounds + 82.5 million pounds + 27.8 million pounds-80 million pounds...?
(￣rǒ￣)
This question is a bit difficult, what are you waiting for...
Li Xian looked at the system message, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the calculator on it, paused with his finger on the screen, and estimated in his heart: "This wave of small profits made 88.8 million pounds, plus the previous 47.5 million. Pounds...Today, I made a total of 136.3 million pounds. Tsk.... Eight mistakes and eight mistakes, rounding off two big goals.
If every league can fix a big goal with a fixed income, wouldn't it be possible to buy a club similar to Manchester United after a season? Hehehe~~~I'm really a math genius! "
System Baba: →_→, are you thinking about fart again? !
Li Xian: (ˉ▽￣~) Cut~~, it's not illegal to brag!
System Baba:……..
At the same time, an incoming text message came from the mobile phone. He clicked it and took a look. The balance of the pound sterling became 26.13 billion.
Putting down the phone, Li Xian raised his beer and celebrated the victory with Wang Sipeng. The two filled a bottle of wine with "tons, tons, tons~~". Then, UU read www. Uukanshu.com may have been infected by thousands of "Red Devils". The two hummed and hummed Manchester United's classic team anthem.
Glory belongs to Manchester United!
Glory belongs to Manchester United!
The Red Legion march forward bravely!
Just like those "Busby's kids"...
We want to make the flag of the Red Devils fly high...
You will see it with your own eyes, and you will hear people singing proudly...
Manchester United! Manchester United!
...
We are red boys
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