"When to buy?"
"Go now and I'll take a look."
"How about adding 300 pounds, making it 1000?"
"Hahaha!"
The guy didn't mind, picked up his hat, and walked out of the bar, heading straight to a betting shop across the street.
"He really went!"
"Is Jones crazy?"
"Probably drank too much."
Soon, Jones returned, holding up a betting slip and showing it off to the group.
"How much?" someone asked him.
"2300 pounds." Jones shook his pockets, implying he had taken out all his money, "I figured if it works out, I could get 128,800 pounds, hahaha...!"
When he reached the betting shop, he thought, since he had already put down 700 pounds, he might as well take out all the cash he had.
Either don't play or play big!
"....." The tavern fell into another silence, no one responded to him for a long while.
"Jones, you should consider, betting companies ranked him 23rd with odds of 1 to 56 because it's impossible for him to win the Golden Boot."
"Are you really crazy?"
