The Jurchen raised his head and looked down at Yun Feng, staring at his well-proportioned and muscular figure and shaking his head: "I, Arsaran, am not interested in a handsome scholar like you of the Great Kang Dynasty, and I don't dare to ask for your main store." ”

He shook his head bluntly: "Arsalan just came to Xiangzhou, and Arsalan doesn't compete with you." ”

To put it bluntly, there is no one who can open a store in Xiangzhou who does not have a deep background, and they dare not provoke these Jin people who have just entered the city.

However, someone took the initiative to come to Saifan Tower, and then look at his sturdy figure, and the group of golden people behind him are even more powerful, which is completely different from the thin and dry Jurchens he usually sees.

This is simply a natural sumo wrestler, and if Yun Feng lets them run, it will be hell!

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the stage in the Saifan Tower, and Yun Feng already had an idea.

This was originally a performance program for the first floor of Saifan Building, and these eighteen weapons were purely used for singing, in addition to today's musical instruments.

Drums, boards, flutes.

These three things form the basis of the daily restaurant performances of the Dakang Dynasty.

Yun Feng led Zhao Boqiong to Saifan Tower, originally wanting to just perform a sumo wrestling internally and slowly engage in a small competition.

Today's arrival of this Jurchen is simply the icing on the cake.

Between the white mountains and black waters, the Jurchens once helped the Jin people burn, kill and loot, and their cruelty to the people of Xiangzhou can be said to be innumerable.

If the Jurchens and Zhao Boqiong are allowed to sumo, then there will definitely be people who are interested in coming over to eat some delicious food and watch the sumo match.

Not to mention that Yun Feng had long understood the temper of this Great Kang Dynasty from top to bottom.

Even buying groceries can be turned off, that is to say, do some small games, if you win, the food will be taken for free, if you lose, you will directly give money but you can't get the food back.

Pitching pots, sumo wrestling and even backgammon cards have long been in the hearts of Dakang people.

Now that the wrestling players have arrived, the local flower arms of Xiangzhou will face the Jinguo Jurchens.

It can be described as a needle-to-wheat mang, full of topics.

Not to mention that Boss Zhao's name is not a vegetarian, and it can be said that he can call out the "name" on Zhengyang Street.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Yun Feng doesn't talk nonsense anymore.

said directly to the Jurchen Arsaran: "Since you don't compete, then what are you doing here?" ”

The Jurchen Arsalan showed a sly gaze: "I naturally want to find your people from the Dakang Dynasty to take a beat, Zhengyang Street can let me take a fancy to it, only this flying soldering iron Boss Zhao can let me take a look at it more." ”

Yun Feng really didn't expect that Zhao Boqiong would have such a title on the street.

As the old saying goes, there is a wrong name, there is no wrong nickname, but I don't know how the title of 'flying iron' came about.

Zhao Boqiong behind him had already walked to Yun Feng's side: "Shopkeeper, this Jurchen Guan Pu never pays for it, and if he loses, he will play tricks, and ordinary people are unwilling to provoke them." ”

Yun Feng nodded lightly, and then said to Arsalan: "Since you want to find Zhao Boqiong Guan Pu, then naturally you have to abide by the rules of our Xiangzhou." ”

Arsalan couldn't wait to say: "Three wins in a row!" We Jurchens understand the rules. ”

Yun Feng spread his hands: "What about the bet?" Do you want a white wolf with empty gloves? ”

These few Jurchens are dumbfounded, they really can't take out the bet, the Jurchens themselves are exploited by the Jin people, and the poor have to be used as pants, now a group of people have come to Xiangzhou City, and all the food and accommodation cost money, and the two jujubes brought from their hometown have long been gone, otherwise it would be impossible to chase Zhao Boqiong in such a hurry.

That is, they want to occupy Zhao Boqiong's Ping An Gambling House, and then count the others, as for the money to buy Ping An Gambling House, as long as they win, someone will lend them it.

Everything was planned so well that a group of Jurchens even fantasized about the good life after that.

As a result, Yun Feng's words made them fall into the abyss.

They really can't take the bet.

Arsalan turned back, and several people exchanged heads.

Yun Feng looked at them.

Zhao Boqiong beside him reminded in a whisper: "You have to help me, the shopkeeper, just squeeze them away, this group of Jurchens is very fierce, I am more than seventy percent sure of losing." ”

Yun Feng saw that Arsalan on the opposite side discussed with the people in the crowd and took the package directly from behind the strong man with a huge package on his back.

The package opens.

A yellowish white fur was pulled out by him.

This fur is obviously some years old, but it has been very well cared for, and almost all of the fur has been specially combed.

With red eyes, Arsalan reluctantly unfolded his fur a little: "The white tiger skin that I, Amma, personally hunted from the mountains, should be enough to bet on." ”

When he held the white tiger skin, he was obviously struggling.

As soon as this thing came out, it immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The slightly yellowed tiger skin has a clear texture, and it seems that you can feel the fierce aura of this fierce beast in the mountains.

Without unfolding, Yun Feng knew that this was a good thing.

Without him, any white tiger skin is more than five hundred taels of treasure, including some damaged.

It's a great gift.

Yun Feng immediately said: "This white tiger skin can be worth our Saifan Tower, and the price is five hundred taels." ”

The Jurchens immediately gathered together, and Arsalan hugged the white tiger skin: "No, this is the treasure of our Jurchen clan, and it can't be handed over to you for safekeeping." ”

Seeing their nervous appearance, Yun Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and the plan could be fully executed.

Yun Feng turned his head and asked Zhao Boqiong: "The bet is not mortgaged, you and the Jurchens have a fight, the white tiger skin is yours if you win, and the Jurchens who lose the Ping'an Gambling House are the Jurchens of the other party, are you willing?" ”

While speaking, Yun Feng kept winking at Zhao Boqiong.

Zhao Boqiong looked at Yun Feng's eyes, and said with pain and embarrassment: "I am willing." ”

Even though there are 10,000 hearts that want to refuse, the veterans who came out of the northwest still believe in the people of the Yun family.

With Zhao Boqiong's consent, Yun Feng asked Arsalan: "Do you Jurchens agree?" ”

Yun Feng told the bets of the two sides.

Arsalan took the Jurchens behind him to study for a long time, and finally said, "Agreed." ”

Yun Feng looked at both sides: "Since you all agreed, there is no sumo venue, right?" ”

Arsalan was dumbfounded, and he looked back at his people in confusion.

Zhao Boqiong seemed to think of what Yun Feng wanted to do.

I heard Yun Feng say: "In this case, the venue is provided by my Saifanlou, and the timing of the game, the rules and referees are all provided by our Saifanlou." ”

Arsalan felt that something was wrong when he heard it, and he said: "How can you guarantee fairness when the referee comes out." ”

Yun Feng explained again: "The referee is one from your side, one from Ping An Gambling House, plus the chief referee sent by my Saifan Building, any controversial judgment, you can come to me, I will definitely stand in a neutral position, do you two agree?" ”

The Jurchens were still a little hesitant.

Yun Feng continued: "This competition is fully organized by our Saifan Lou, I will suppress the reputation of Saifan Lou, there is absolutely no unfair thing to happen, otherwise this plaque will be taken away by you." ”

There is Sai Fan Louken to press the signboard, and the Jurchens finally compromised.

Arsalan glared at Yun Feng with a pair of bull's eyes: "I hope it is really fair, otherwise I will use the long knife in my hand to ensure that we are treated fairly." ”

Yun Feng pointed to the signboard of Saifanlou at the door: "If we help him Zhao Boqiong, the signboard of our Saifanlou and the name of Xiangzhou Zhengdian can be taken away at any time." ”

Arsalan gritted his teeth and finally nodded deeply: "We agreed." ”

Look back at Zhao Boqiong again.

I heard Zhao Boqiong reply: "I also agreed." ”

The two sides agreed, and Yun Feng clapped his hands: "Since they have agreed, the rules of the game will be decided by our Saifan Lou." ”

Seeing this, the smile on Yun Feng's face became even bigger: "Come on, let's talk about the rules of the competition in Saifan Tower, and ...... What clothes do you wear, what are your names? ”

The two parties were stunned on the spot, and they didn't know what the young shopkeeper was going to say for a while.

Everything, only Yun Feng knows in his heart.