Chen Ye did not understand what Little Cabbage was getting so excited about. Hadn't she heard? A hundred million to open a new betting market? Betting on rankings even offered tenfold odds. Was this kind of game really something the two penniless losers could afford?
He really wanted to point this out to Little Cabbage, but seeing how excited she was, he ultimately decided not to ruin her mood. They had no money anyway, so he did not need to worry about her wasting it on gambling.
Hey, thinking about it this way, being poor did have its advantages. At least he did not need to worry about this girl squandering the family fortune—because there was no family fortune to squander.
While Chen Ye consoled himself, Little Cabbage continued asking enthusiastically about the other details.
"Is the information you usually talk about guaranteed to be made public?"
"Not necessarily." White Fox smiled. "The Betting Market has dedicated informants stationed in the major academies to gather timely information about the popular candidates. However, this information isn't always accurate. Sometimes students hide their strength, and sometimes families help their descendants create confusion and mislead others."
"Besides, our informants only target popular candidates. If you want information on less popular candidates, you'll have to pay specialized informants to investigate it yourself. That's also why many lower-ranked candidates still have plenty of betting markets. Information gaps often give quite a few people a significant opportunity."
"Oh, there's actually a profession like that!" Little Cabbage's eyes lit up. "Does it make good money?"
White Fox narrowed her eyes slightly. Academy insiders made excellent informants. If they could be developed into contacts who provided valuable information, the people who introduced them would receive quite a substantial commission.
Thinking of this, White Fox became even more enthusiastic.