"Eleven Lang!" Wednesday Lang and the others greeted him with brushes.

Twenty-six people, looking at Xin Zhen's eyes were full of respect.

You only need to look at the more than 100 people on the sidelines, and you can't be convinced, it's all money!

There are more than 100 people, and a ticket of 10 yuan per person, more than 100 people are always more money!

And, as football is known by more and more people, it will definitely become more and more profitable.

Think about it, if 100,000 people out of 1.4 million people in Bianliang City came to watch the game, then the ticket alone could receive 1 million yuan, which is equivalent to a full 1,000! As long as there are ten games a year, Wanguan will be in hand!

If a million people watched a game, a game would be a win!!

Xin Xi nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Do you see the people over there?" ”

"See!"

"I didn't see it, what I saw was money!"

"Hahaha, what I see is also money!"

More than 20 people made a fuss, and everyone's eyes were no longer as fierce as they were at the beginning, but there was a glimmer of hope!

Xin Xi smiled slightly and said, "That's still not money." ”

Seeing Xin Xi speak, the twenty or so people suddenly fell silent.

"That's the way to make more money, now, listen to me carefully, and then, tell the officials what I say, and let them continue to spread the word! As long as the publicity goes out, this time the city race may be worth a thousand dollars! ”

"Yes, whatever Eleven Lang says, we will do it!"

"Yes!"

Xin Zhen nodded, and slowly said all kinds of shocks in the future.

After finishing speaking, Xin Zhen smiled all over his face: "Go and do things!" That's what I'm talking about. Not a word can be changed! ”

"Not a word is promised!" The crowd shouted loudly.

Looking at these more than 20 people, Xin Zhen's heart was full of expectation, and he was shocked that he had created a miracle! Listen to my call and show the world your true power!

Astound! Keju actually has this new way to play!

Astound! …………

Of course, all sorts of shocks, just hors d'oeuvres, the really good dishes are:

Why did the ninety old lady die naked on the street? Why are hundreds of female donkeys screaming in the middle of the night? Why is Wang Ji Shop's sheep intestines (friendly reminder, sheep intestines are ancient condoms) repeatedly hacked? Why is Lou's belly pocket frequently stolen? Who did the serial strong alkali sow case? The old nun's door is knocked on every night, is it a person or a ghost? What is hidden behind the accidental death of hundreds of little? Behind all this, is it the distortion of human nature or the degradation of morality? Is it a sexual outburst or a hunger for helplessness? Stay tuned to "Football Tournament", let's follow football into the inner world of the landlord.........

After getting the scriptures, Zhou Lang and the other twenty-six people dispersed, and a group of people walked and exchanged ears.

"Xiao Zhu, tell me, the one that Eleven Lang said...... Why did that ninety-year-old lady die naked on the street, why?! Zhang Ming looked puzzled.

Xiao Zhu smiled: "That's because you haven't tasted a woman yet, otherwise it's easy to understand." After a pause, Xiao Zhu was also puzzled: "However, who is the landlord that Shiyi Lang said?" ”

Wednesday Lang slapped him in the face: "Haven't you heard the story?" But anyone with the main word, they are all big people, like the lord, five hundred lords and the like, so, the landlord is Eleven Lang, you know?! ”

"Well, got it, got it!" The chickens nodded like rice.

Only Liu San'er was a little hesitant on his face: "The landlord seems to be the one who let the ninety-year-old lady die naked, and the person who stole the sheep intestines of Wang Ji's shop and Mo Wenlou's belly pocket, I always feel that it can't be Eleven Lang." ”

"Nonsense, how could Eleven Lang do such a bad thing?"

"That Eleven Lang is not the landlord?!"

"No, Eleven Lang is the landlord!"

"Didn't the landlord do those bad things?"

"Anyway, Eleven Lang can't do such a bad thing!"

"Is Eleven Lang the landlord?"

"Yes!"

…………

Fortunately, Xin Xi didn't hear this conversation, otherwise he might have been angry to death.

After half an hour's effort, the hundreds of people at the edge of the venue, all with a trace of doubt and excitement, quickly dispersed in all directions.

In front of Xiangguo Temple, the Yang family wine shop, everyone listened to the storyteller, drank a sip of wine from time to time, and the life was leisurely.

At this time, a guy who used to come here to tell stories, Zheng Shu, walked in in a panic.

As soon as he entered the door, facing everyone's strange eyes, Zheng Shu directly opened his throat and shouted: "Why is the ninety old lady dying naked on the street? ”

"Why are hundreds of female donkeys screaming in the middle of the night? Why is Wang Ji Shop's sheep intestines (friendly reminder, sheep intestines are ancient condoms) repeatedly hacked? ”

"Why is Lou's belly pocket frequently stolen? Who did the serial strong alkali sow case? The old nun's door is knocked on every night, is it a person or a ghost? What is hidden behind the accidental death of hundreds of little? ”

Zheng Shu was very clever in dividing Xin Xi's original words into many sentences.

As soon as the first sentence came out, the guy who was talking about "Three Heroes of the Wind and Dust" looked at him with disgust, and at the same time stopped talking about the story, wanting to wait for the officials to riot and throw out this guy who interrupted their listening.

At the exit of the second sentence, in the wine shop, many people looked at Zheng Shu with interest, and there was a trace of inexplicable excitement in their eyes, and there was an indescribable expectation!

As soon as the third sentence was spoken, an atmosphere of restlessness began to flood the liquor store......

Zheng Shu suddenly closed his mouth and smiled.

If there is an impatience, he immediately stood up: "Sir, go on!" ”

"Yes, go on! Who stole Lou's belly pocket? Is there a belly pocket for the girl who stole the painting? A certain ten dollars to buy! ”

"Fifteen times out of a certain one!"

There was a commotion in the wine shop, and the crowd was angry.

Zheng Shu looked at it for a while, and said leisurely: "I have a story, do you have wine?" ”

The guy who was anxious at the beginning suddenly got up, opened his throat and shouted: "Shopkeeper, don't hurry up and serve wine to Mr.!" ”

"Hurry up! Give Mr. another plate of spiced beans, all of which will be counted in the sprinkling account! ”

There are even more local tyrants, so they directly took out their purses, took out a tael of silver, and asked the shopkeeper to send it to Zheng Shu.

Zheng Shu took the silver, carefully stuffed it into his arms, and then took the wine in one hand and the spiced beans in the other, and walked towards the storyteller.

"Yo, who is this? He won't let me! Zheng Shu squinted his eyes and glanced at the guy who told the story before, and said slowly.

The guest stood up suddenly: "Wu Na, don't give up your seat to Mr., do you have to throw you out in person?!" ”

The man who told the story before, with an embarrassed face, got up and walked away desolately......

Zheng Shu sat down and said, "This is a story about the landlord!" In other words, the landlord, in the dark, suddenly had an epiphany about football......"

Half an hour passed, and Zheng Shu said leisurely: "A certain is actually hearsay, not very real, behind all this, is it the distortion of human nature or the degradation of morality?" Is it a sexual outburst or a hunger for helplessness? Stay tuned to "Football City Race", let's follow football into the inner world of the landlord........."

There was a pause off the field, and then someone came to his senses: "Storyteller, tell me what is going on with "Football City Race"!" ”

"Football around the city, five games and three wins, today is not the time, in the west is the first game, tomorrow in the east square, the day after tomorrow in the north square, if the outcome is undecided, the first ten in the south square there is a fourth, if the winner is still undecided, February 12 in Xinjiazhuang will have a final, but, to watch the game, to buy a ticket!"

Zheng Shu walked around and said: "I'm going to see the football game in Xifang!" ”

"I will go too, but it's only ten cents!"

"Let's go!"

……

Such scenes abound in Bianliang on the seventh day of the second lunar month.

A large pile of moving copper coins began to converge towards the West Square!