Chapter 36: Turns Out, We're Not All Cut from the Same Cloth

Actually, Chan was well aware of the risks of posting TikTok videos.

In the future, he might end up taking the route of integrating into the top three flags of the United States.

Although the system couldn't check in, participate in lotteries, or gain experience points, the rewards for newbies included options for reselecting identity affiliation.

After reselecting his identity in the future, his current setup might become completely useless.

But one could never be fully prepared for everything, one could only do their best.

It was necessary to prepare an escape route for his future self, having a PLAN B was essential.

Even if it might affect Zhao Hongjin's impression in the future and miss the opportunity to embrace this golden thigh, Chan still had to do it.

Ultimately, one had to rely on oneself; relying on others for help was not an option.

The worst-case scenario was starting over from scratch.

As long as he didn't die, there would always be opportunities.

With five years of one-way perspective, there were countless opportunities in various industries, and different sports events' odds were waiting for him to exploit.

With such favorable conditions, Chan didn't believe he had the possibility of failing.

In the near term, the 2018 LPL Global Finals were being held in Incheon.

The competition had just entered the group stage, and the finals were still half a month away.

Chan checked the odds for the S8 finals on his phone.

This wool was practically being thrown at him, he had to take advantage of it.

In the 2018 S8, LPL won its first championship trophy in the finals.

Before the match, some people had imagined that IG would win the championship, after all, IG's playing style in 2018 was very entertaining, and the team's strength was also very strong, loved by many people.

(Respect to the experts, I'm just watching the game, not a professional analyst. Just writing a novel, if there are any mistakes, please go easy on me when you criticize.)

At the 2023 LPL All-Stars, five years later, fans were moved to tears when the old IG team reunited during the live broadcast.

But no one expected IG's final opponent to be FNC.

Due to the group draw, IG encountered the championship favorite KT in advance. After a tough 3:2 victory, their strength was already unquestionable.

In the end, when IG faced FNC, every player in the FNC team couldn't even smile.

IG killed their opponents within two hours, directly winning 3:0, and FNC's players were played to a point of frustration.

The ending of S8 was unexpected by everyone.

However, Chan's past self only cared if the match was interesting, and forgot many details about the finals.

This was also the real state of many viewers.

He had long forgotten who IG's opponent was and couldn't determine the specific teams' specific scores for the betting options.

A well-known betting company in the United States offered odds of over thirty times for IG to win 3:0.

Chan currently had $1,600 in cash, but he didn't have a US credit card, so he couldn't bet directly online.

Betting too much at once in internet cafes or bars carried risks when collecting winnings.

He needed to find a reliable betting channel.

Or rather, a reliable person.

A person so reliable that they wouldn't be tempted even by tens of thousands of dollars.

Opening his social media app contact list, Chan started researching each person listed.

Hank, the owner of the auto repair shop, was the first guy who gave Chan angel investment. He was a good person, but he was already married, which Chan didn't consider.

Family was beautiful, but even good people could be tempted by the devil to make their families even better.

Sani, Black Sister, was a reliable partner, but she probably hadn't seen $10,000 put together in her life. Testing a poor person with money was a lose-lose situation.

Lisa? Forget it, it was just a business relationship, having dinner together didn't make them close.

Zhao Hongjin? He probably wouldn't agree to help with betting requests, and there was no room for negotiation.

After scanning through, Chan sighed in frustration.

He still needed to continue trying!

Opening Google, he searched, "Can illegal immigrants in the United States apply for credit cards?"

The answers were varied, but there was only one suitable method for Chan's current needs.

He had to find someone with good credit to open a supplementary card for him, using their credit as collateral and endorsing his creditworthiness.

This kind of credit card couldn't be used directly for consumption and required depositing a sum of money first, and early spending could only be made with this money.

Only by maintaining a stable consumption limit and monthly expenditures could the supplementary card be upgraded to a personal credit card.

This was a financial service launched by small banks in the United States to attract illegal immigrants, with fees and complications, but low barriers to entry.

As long as he found someone willing to open a supplementary card for him.

There were other methods that might be useful, but they took too long, and were not within Chan's consideration.

Having figured out his approach, Chan began contacting his friends.

Although it was troublesome, friends were meant to help with troubles.

Emotional value was value, creditworthiness was also value.

Just use it and it's done, don't be afraid to owe favors.

"My dear Ms. Lisa, the night in St. Louis is beautiful, but it's not as beautiful as your smile.

I've encountered a little problem and might need a bit of help from you to get out of this predicament sooner.

I'm not borrowing money, I'm not asking for accommodation. Please reply when you see this. Your friend, Chan."

At the brightly lit party, Lisa moved gracefully through the crowd, her milky-white skin seeming to glow under the lights.

She was tired of her parents' pressure to marry.

At the anniversary party of her relatives' wedding, Lisa's parents once again tried to brainwash her.

But Lisa couldn't accept a husband who was almost as old as her father.

Instead of marrying an uncle with three children from a previous marriage, Lisa would rather choose a black hanger.

At least that would be more fun.

The vibration of her phone made her even more irritated, Lisa opened her phone with a frosty expression, expecting her mother's persuasions, but what she saw was not what she expected.

Chan's cheesy pickup lines were so straightforward that they made Lisa laugh.

Marrying an uncle and then keeping a bunch of lovers to whisper sweet nothings to me every day wouldn't be bad either.

The girl's fantasy didn't last long, and looking at Chan's request, she hesitated whether to reply.

Helping someone's future and actually taking action to help someone were two different things.

Lisa eventually broke the silence on the phone.

"What do you need? Illegal things, don't come to me. Our relationship hasn't reached that point."

"So where are we now? We had a pleasant conversation that day, you're the only girl I've ever met in the United States who listens to 'The Prairie Cavalry Song.' Your interesting soul surpasses your beauty, so I want to chat with you more."

Chan started with some nonsense, a set of rhetoric as sharp as a knife, aiming to bewilder Lisa.

Not complimenting her appearance, only her taste.

Not mentioning what he needed her for, just giving her a high hat.

The routine was old, but effective.

Lisa lightly pursed her lips, showing a trace of a smile without leaving any traces.

"It's just a casual relationship, I dare not be friends with a slick bastard like you."

Honest with her body, but not admitting it verbally.

This sentence was equivalent to rejecting him.

"St. Louis is empty at night, and they're not on the same road as me. That's why I couldn't see them.

So, my stranger, can you help me with a trivial matter?"

"Go ahead, I'm not very patient today, so it's best not to make excessive demands."

Chan decided to endure humiliation and not compete with her for now.

Wait for a chance in the future, and make you cry to be my friend!

Three years of wandering the streets, three years of luxury cars and fine wines, don't look down on a guy who started off with a bang.

"Illegal immigrants can't apply for credit cards themselves, can't accumulate credit scores. I need to use your credit as collateral to open a supplementary card for me.

The spending on the supplementary card is independent, and I will bear it myself. This is part of the bank's customer acquisition business, and you have no risk in it.

Lisa, I need your help to prove my creditworthiness."

Chan straightforwardly stated his needs, silently waiting for the reply from the other side.

There were risks involved, as if illegal immigrants defaulted on their bills, the guarantor holding the main card would bear some responsibility.

But there was also no risk because Chan wouldn't default on his bills.

Watching the busy Asian security guards in the parking lot, Lisa remained silent for a long time.

She was hesitating.

Having a good view of someone's future and actually taking action to help them were two different things.

The silence of the phone was eventually broken by Lisa.

"People are indeed different from each other. I'll send you a location, let's meet and discuss at 11:30 tomorrow."