Yang Jun stood on the periphery of the crowd and watched all of this.

He touched the foal and said, "Do you want to make a fortune?"

When the foal heard this, he subconsciously took a step back,

"Brother, you don't want to ......."

Yang Jun squinted and smiled.

"Yes, that's you."

Ma Zizi said with a bitter face, "Brother, no, I am her opponent."

"That's it, I'll let Ma Wumei start the game again."

Yang Jun didn't allow him to refuse, so he turned around and entered the crowd.

"Wu Mei, come here."

"Uncle Shi, why are you here?"

Ma Wumei heard someone calling her, looked back, and immediately ran over happily.

"Uncle Shi, just now I ...... with Zhao Di."

"Yes, yes." Yang Jun waved his hand and said, "Uncle Shi knows that you just won a lot of money."

"Let's start another game later, and let the colt and Zhao Di play each other."

"Uncle Shi, are you talking about Ma Zhiping? Great, I wanted to meet him."

Ma Juzi is Ma Zhiping, usually only Yang Jun is called Ma Juzi, in the eyes of outsiders, he is Ma Zhiping.

When Ma Wumei heard that the foal was going to go down in person, she immediately jumped with excitement.

Before, when Ma Zhanshan and Yang Jun were married, Ma Juzi defeated her and a group of senior brothers, and she knew Ma Juzi's skills, and she had long wanted to find a chance to meet him.

It just so happened that Yang Jun let Ma Zizi go down, and he also fulfilled her wish.

Of course, she is self-aware, and she is definitely not someone's opponent in these crop moves, so she can only let Sun Zhaodi end the game.

"Yes, it's that Ma Zhiping." Yang Jundao.

"Okay, Uncle Shi, I'll leave this matter to me."

After Ma Wumei finished speaking, she hurriedly clapped her hands and signaled everyone to be quiet.

"Everyone, be quiet, there's a competition ahead."

Ma Wumei glanced around, pulling the foals who were dodging in the crowd to the middle of the field,

"Next, the factory director's driver and security guard will play against Sun Zhaodi of the security department, and everyone will start betting."

Ma Wumei put the cardboard box back on, took out a pen from her bag, crossed out Yang Anguo's name, and changed it to Ma Zhiping.

"Everyone has five minutes to bet, and when the time is up, no one will be accepted to bet, now start betting."

As soon as the words fell, everyone began to bet.

"I'm pressing Sun Zhaodi this time, I'm optimistic about this tiger girl."

"I pressed Ma Zhiping, think about it, the factory director's driver and security guard, is that an ordinary person? I think he can win."

"Yes, you're right, look at that Ma Zhiping, the tiger's back, that fist is bigger than a casserole, how can he be the factory director's security guard without two hits."

"Sun Zhaodi's tiger girl is not bad, you didn't see that Chief Yang didn't go through a round under her just now."

There was a lot of buzz, and everyone was discussing who would lose and who would win.

At this time, Ma Wumei came to Yang Jun's side and whispered,

"Uncle Shi, do you want to get an inside story later?"

"What's the inside story? Compare it as you like."

Yang Jun glanced at her and said, "You are stupid, no matter who wins, they will not get to split the bet evenly after that."

When Ma Wumei heard this, her eyes rolled, her face was happy, and she quietly gave a thumbs up. ….

"Uncle Shi, you are still smart."

"Eh, tell Sun Zhaodi later, let her be gentle, you know?" Yang Jun explained playfully.

"Yes, yes." Ma Wumei smiled and kept nodding.

The five-minute time was up quickly, and the betting table had finished placing the bets.

Yang Jun looked back and was taken aback.

I saw that the cardboard boxes were densely packed with money and food stamps, and the cardboard boxes were too small to be placed in the open space on both sides.

As far as the eye can see, there are only two

The bet amount on the side is about the same, and the two sides add up to five or six hundred yuan.

One is a tiger girl who relies on her personal ability to explode male soldiers, and the other is a legendary factory director and security guard.

The two are equal in strength, and it is unknown who wins or loses.

No wonder there are so many people who place bets.

At this time, Ma Juzi looked at Yang Jun with a bitter face.

But Yang Jun turned a blind eye.

Today, he wants to see with his own eyes how terrifying Sun Zhaodi is.

If Ma Juzi is not her opponent, it is estimated that no one in the entire rolling mill will be Sun Zhaodi's opponent.

"Everyone, get out of the way, and the game will start right away."

Ma Wumei walked around the field and drove the crowd out, leaving a large enough field for the competition.

At this time, Ma Juzi and Sun Zhaodi walked to the center of the field.

The two gave each other hands, and under Ma Wumei's order, the competition began.

Don't look at the pony before the competition, the colt looked repulsed, but once he entered the competition, he became serious.

He was smarter than Yang Anguo, and he didn't directly use his feet to lift Sun Zhaodi, but pulled out the wrestling posture and circled around her, looking for a breakthrough.

On the other hand, Sun Zhaodi knew that he was smiling stupidly, not taking the foal in his eyes at all, and the corner of his eye kept glancing at the gambling money over there.

It seems that the money and food stamps are more attractive to her.

Ma Juzi seemed to have seen that Sun Zhaodi's mind was no longer competing, so he rolled his eyes and led Sun Zhaodi to the other side counterclockwise.

At this time, Sun Zhaodi was staring at the foal with one eye and the money and food stamps with the other.

"Yikes!"

There was a scream, and the foal saw an opportunity to pounce.

He practiced wrestling and knew that Sun Zhaodi had great strength and could only adopt melee tactics.

One made a sharp pounce, slammed around Sun Zhaodi's back, crossed her arms from behind and wrapped his arms around her neck, and one fell sharply, throwing Sun Zhaodi to the ground, and then clasped his legs tightly and locked her tightly.

"You rascal, let me go."

Sun Zhaodi had never encountered this kind of hand-to-hand combat moves, and only felt that this foal was a hooligan and deliberately took advantage of her.

Sun Zhaodi scratched anxiously, but her hands and feet were locked by the foal, and she couldn't move.

Naturally, the foal wouldn't listen to her, and he knew that once he let go of her, he would have no chance of winning.

Instead of loosening, the lock tightened.

"Rascal, I can't spare you."

Sun Zhaodi was helpless with him, and she was anxious to shed tears.

Ma Wumei was also stunned, she didn't expect things to turn out like this.

She was anxious for Sun Zhaodi.

My silly sister, this is not a hooligan, but a hand-to-hand combat move, specially designed to lock people. ….

"I'm not a hooligan, if you throw in the towel, I'll let go."

In fact, the foal is also anxious.

In this era, it is a terrible thing to play hooliganism, and it is easy for people to misunderstand with his ambiguous actions.

"You strangled me so tightly, and said you weren't a hooligan." Sun Zhaodi cried out while crying.

"I...... I'm not, it's a hand-to-hand combat, not a hooligan." The foal blushed.

"Rascal, you let me go, if you have the ability, let's stand up and fight hard."

"I won't, unless you throw in the towel, or you'll want me to let go."

The two of you said a word, and I said a word, which made everyone happy.

Everyone forgot that this was a competition and coaxed one after another.

All the people screamed, and some whistled.

"Let go."

"Don't let it go."

Sun Zhaodi struggled desperately a few times, but still nothing more than to break free.

In the end, she had to slap the ground a few times to signal herself to throw in the towel.

"Ma Zhiping, let go

, Zhao Di has already conceded defeat."

Ma Wumei hurriedly went over and signaled that the foal could be released.

Ma Zizi saw that Sun Zhaodi no longer resisted, so he slowly let go of his hands and legs.

"You die."

As soon as Sun Zhaodi got up, a fan-like slap slapped the back of the foal.

Ma Zizi thought that she would admit defeat, but even thought that Sun Zhaodi would sneak attack from behind.

When Yang Jun saw this, he was frightened.

He understands Sun Zhaodi's strength, if this slap is real, the foal will be wasted if he doesn't die.

"Pony, flash mob."

Yang Jun snorted, and then kicked the death slap with all his might.

The foal seemed to sense the danger, and went straight ahead, rolling out.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud of muscles and bones, there was a thud.

The two of them were separated with one touch.

Yang Jun took two steps back, while Sun Zhaodi took three steps back, slumped on the ground, clutching her right hand in pain.

On the other hand, Yang Jun is also uncomfortable.

This kick was like a kick on a stone, and his right foot was instantly numb, but he endured it and didn't show it.

"Sun Zhaodi, are you crazy to put such a heavy hand on your own people."

Yang Jun shouted violently.

"Uncle Yang, he's a hooligan." Sun Zhaodi cried.

"Fart rascal, that's Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu."

Yang Jun pointed at her nose and scolded, "If you are asked to learn more on weekdays, you just don't listen, but you won't be so nonsense when you use dim sum."

"Do you know that if that slap just now had been solid, it would have killed someone?"

Hearing Yang Jun say this, Sun Zhaodi suddenly realized that her behavior just now was too reckless, if Yang Jun hadn't stopped her, she would definitely be in trouble again today.

Just now, she was really confused, and she was locked up by a man, and her first feeling was that the man was playing hooligan.

The reason why she admitted defeat so happily was to rise up for revenge.

"Uncle Yang, I was wrong."

Sun Zhaodi wiped her tears with a handful of snot and tears.

The swollen old man whose right hand was kicked by Yang Jun was like a frozen hand in winter.

"Yes, Uncle Shi, Zhao Di admits her mistake, you can forgive her this time." Ma Wumei hurriedly came over to play the round. ….

Yang Jun saw so many people watching, it was not good to blame Sun Zhaodi too much.

Seeing Ma Wumei's intercession, he also ended up with the trend.

"Don't tell me if you apologize, go tell Ma Zhiping."

Ma Wumei hurriedly helped Sun Zhaodi up from the ground and came to Ma Zhiping's side.

Sun Zhaodi blushed and said, "Brother Ma, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have attacked you."

The foal was indeed scared enough just now, but it had already eased up at this moment.

Seeing that Sun Zhaodi and a girl came over to apologize to him, he couldn't keep a straight face anymore, and then remembered that the kind of move just now really shouldn't be used on a girl.

He blushed, waved his hand and said, "It's okay, it's actually my fault, but ...... I'm really not playing hooligan."

At the mention of playing hooligans, Sun Zhaodi's face turned even redder.

Her lips moved a few times, and although there was no sound, it was still clear from the shape of her mouth that it was the word 'rascal, two words.'

Although Sun Zhaodi admits defeat on the lips, she is a more serious person in her bones.

She really couldn't understand the kind of movement of the colt just now.

"Alright, don't hold it off, clean up, and go back to dinner with me."

Yang Jun saw that their relationship had eased, and hurriedly came over and said.

When Ma Wumei heard this, she immediately ran over to settle the bet.

"In this game, Sun Zhaodi lost, and now start liquidating the bet."

Ma Wumei counted the money and said, "Don't worry, come one by one."

Sun Zhaodi lost, and the person who pressed the treasure on her suddenly sighed.

"I should have thought that the security guards of the factory director could be ordinary people? I can only blame my blindness for putting the treasure on Sun Zhaodi."

"Who says it's not, that stupid girl looks like that, do people have the heart to play hooligan on her?"

"Is it still useful to talk about this? Let's think about how to explain to my mother-in-law when I go home."

Everyone shook their heads, sighed and left.

The rest of the people are the ones who put the treasure on the foal.

Look at Sun Zhaodi's side again, this tiger girl is holding her injured arm, staring at the foal with her eyes.

The look in his eyes was eager to eat the foal.

"Kony, come and apologize to Zhao Di."

Yang Jun saw that Sun Zhaodi was still not happy, so he had to beckon Ma Zizi to apologize to her.

Ma Juzi also felt that he was too reckless just now, and secretly blamed himself for wanting to win too much, no matter what, Sun Zhaodi is still a yellow flower girl.

"That, Zhao Di, I'm sorry just now, I didn't mean to."

"Humph!"

Sun Zhaodi turned her face to the side and pouted without speaking.

Yang Jun knew that she was still angry in her heart, so he said, "Juzi, no matter how much money you win later, it will belong to Zhaodi, even if you apologize, how about it?"

"Brother, there's no problem on my side, I listen to you."

"Zhaodi, what do you think?" Yang Jun asked.

Sun Zhaodi thought for a moment, stomped her feet and said, "Okay, I'll forgive him this time."

When everyone heard this, their hearts were immediately relieved.

Perhaps only money and food stamps could calm the anger in her heart.

She really needed the money so badly, and there were still seven or eight mouths waiting to eat at home.

Moreover, Yang Jun also heard that her mother was pregnant again.

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