"Since I'm representing Ingilia and you're representing Da Zheng, why don't we each elect thirty people to form a jury, and then Miss Youlina will be the head of the jury, do you think it's fair?"

It sounds like it's fair for each country to send thirty representatives, however, Wu Xian understands that Thomas is just a little clever, and everyone has heard it, and there are many people who win the game when they buy Ingilia. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Then, out of personal self-interest, of course, there will be more people who hope that Ingilia will win, so Wu Xian is basically in a losing position.

However, Wu Xian didn't intend to suffer a dumb loss like this, so he said lightly: "It's better for us to play bigger, just use the applause of everyone on the scene as the judge, whoever gets more applause will win, do you dare?" ”

Thomas was a little hesitant, if everyone applauded, he really didn't have the certainty of winning, after all, although it sounds like there are more people who buy Ingillia's win, but what about those who don't?

However, Thomas believes that with the interactivity of the circle dance in England, more people will be able to identify with this dance in a shorter period of time.

There is no way, after all, there are still many men present, and Thomas bets not on whose dance is more attractive, but because all men in the place will like ballroom dancing.

However, since the rules of this evaluation are set by Wu Xian, Thomas will not be satisfied with just a few hundred taels of silver in the agreement of winning and losing bet chips.

"Yes, but don't use money to make the bet, we might as well agree, if you lose, you must agree to all our proposals for the Fushou Paste trade." Thomas said.

"And what if you lose?" Wu Xian asked rhetorically.

"If you lose, this trade contract will determine the final content according to your Da Zheng's proposal to the greatest extent!"

Thomas laughed.

Sure enough, it was a cunning little fox, others couldn't hear it, but Wu Xianke could hear it.

What Thomas means is that no matter whether you win or lose, the business agreement contract of Fushou Paste is equivalent to a decision, and as long as the details are finalized, then Thomas's Fushou Paste business will be on fire.

"It's too much fun, isn't it? How can national events be used as bargaining chips? ”

"If this Wuxian really dares to agree on his own initiative, it will be tantamount to putting the imperial court at a disadvantage in the negotiations, and the emperor will definitely not be able to spare him!"

"Alas, he didn't dare to agree to it, and he didn't have any hope of winning if he won, Wu Xian is stupid this time!"

"Not necessarily, as long as he can win, then everything will be easy."

"Do you think Wu Xian can win?"

"I don't think so!"

"Roll ......"

……

The sound of everyone's discussion penetrated into the ears of Emperor Zhengde and the others, and Wu Xian also heard it, so he looked at the thirteen princes, and the thirteen princes were hesitating, this is not child's play after all.

Unexpectedly, it was Emperor Zhengde who agreed!

"Wu Xian, I allow you to make your own decisions!" Emperor Zhengde looked at Wu Xian with a solemn expression.

This exchange, or gambling fight, is related to the initiative at the negotiating table in the future, and Emperor Zhengde actually agreed, which caught Wu Xian a little off guard.

With the approval of Emperor Zhengde, Wu Xian no longer had any scruples, and immediately nodded and agreed, giving some time to prepare, and everyone could move freely, drink or eat some authentic English food.

The cold trembling on Wu Xian's body became more and more frequent, everyone knew that he was not in a good state this time, and he had never understood that Wu Xian could dance in addition to singing.

In this way, looking at Wu Xian's frequent chills, more and more people have begun to regret buying Wu Xian and winning.

"Wu Xian, are you better?"

An awkward accent made Wu Xian immediately prepare to run away, it doesn't matter, this thing has long been blown down by the wind, and it is not known where it has fallen, and it is to play politics with the temperance exercise, that is, to play the piano to the cow.

"I've been fine a long time ago, it's okay, just judge fairly."

"I don't care about this, I'm just worried about your current body."

"Wait a minute, just watch me dance, if you want to learn, I can make up for you."

……

There was an atmosphere of concern and indifference, which made everyone very embarrassed, Wu Xian shrugged, whatever they say, anyway, this time, he must win.

The preparations were soon over, and twelve couples of men and women, dressed in traditional English costumes, came to the arena to take a short break.

Wu Xian, on the other hand, was still changing his clothes and did not appear, the music sounded, and the ensemble of the ingilian organ and bagpipes immediately put people into the state, and the men and women carried beautiful steps, and twirled happily......

Slowly, even the original solemn atmosphere was diluted to the point of disappearing, and many people began to applaud unevenly.

The music speeded up, and the dance of Ingilia with the long skirt of Ingilia had a lot of flavor, and more and more people began to pay attention, seriously and couldn't help applauding.

A small wave of high ~ tide came, the men and women suddenly separated, and then trotted together, the audience was pleasing to the eye, and the applause became more and more intensive.

However, Wu Xian has not yet appeared, and what Gao ~ will face immediately after the tide is the end, if Wu Xian does not appear within a stick of incense after Ingilia's performance, then everything will be empty talk.

The organ pulled quickly, the bagpipes sang happily, and finally, the music stopped, everyone was stunned, didn't Wu Xian dare to come, and made a turtle with a shrunken head?

The countdown has begun, and seeing that the incense sticks are getting shorter and shorter, and the more they wait, the closer they are to elimination, Wu Xian is afraid that he will be scolded by many people this time.

Seeing the last ray of light of the incense stick falling to the ground, everyone couldn't help but feel a little regretful in their hearts, but they didn't expect that this competition would be defeated without a fight.

Just when I was depressed, suddenly there was a soft sound of music outside, the sound was fast-paced, and it sounded very distinct, but this was definitely not Da Zheng's music.

Just when everyone was wondering, suddenly a figure burst out from behind the crowd, and everyone was stunned......

What kind of fancy dress is this? What kind of weird dress is this? What kind of messy music is this? Who is this person? Where is Wu Xian?

However, the questions were all in my heart, no one said it, although everyone felt weird, but everyone followed the rhythm of the rhythm and began to nod their feet, as if they wanted to dance along.

Thomas also unconsciously wanted to dance, but suddenly reacted, he couldn't help but bite his teeth, and turned his head to see that almost half of the members of the Ingilian Mission were already immersed in this rhythm.

What kind of music is this? Is it the tune of the devil?

Why does everyone unconsciously follow the beat as if under a spell? (To be continued.) )