There is no doubt that Zhao Xu was definitely a fan of Cuju. You should know that Cuju was much more popular in the palace than in the streets. Ministers such as Sima Guang and Wang Anshi would also play a few games. Zhao Xu had watched quite a few Cuju matches.
However, this first football game rose directly to the first place in his mind.
This also indirectly shows that in Zhao Xu's mind, football is more exciting than Cuju.
The university scholar Zhang Sheng said: "Although the football match is exciting, it is full of foul language and barbaric actions both inside and outside the field. It is not suitable for the public!"
Zhao Xu glanced at him and said with a smile, "Master Zhang, what you said is wrong. How can two armies be polite when fighting against each other? As Zhang San said, this competition should be a little bit bloody, so that it will be exciting."
The reason why he admires football so much also includes his subconscious desire to change the entire social atmosphere. Because he is eager to wage foreign wars, he still has to be a little brave.
The speaker has intention, and the listener has even more intention.
Two armies facing off?
The expressions of the scholars and officials all changed.
This little emperor is really going to cause trouble!
...
...
In fact, since Zhao Xu ascended the throne, the ministers had been on guard against the little emperor, because as far as the Song Dynasty was concerned, using foreign military force was really a very cautious issue, especially after the Treaty of Chanyuan, many ministers did not want to start a war and disrupt the status quo.
Of course, the war with Western Xia is another matter.
Zhang Fei, the instigator, stood aside and observed the expressions of the ministers. In fact, he could understand that war was a matter of domino effect and required careful consideration, especially when fighting against the Liao Kingdom. Once the front line was lost, the next step might be the defense of Bianliang, because there was no strategic location in the middle and the risk was too great.
The key point is that at the moment, Zhang Fei believes that time is on the Song Dynasty side.
Queen Mother Cao knew her grandson very well. Seeing that the boy seemed a little bit overconfident, she said hurriedly, "Oh! Watching this game is really exhausting."
Zhao Xu was startled, knowing what Empress Dowager Cao meant, but he said that to warn the ministers, so he bowed and said, "Madam, I will take you back to rest."
Queen Mother Cao nodded.
A group of ministers quickly stood up to see him off.
This ends the topic.
As Zhao Xu supported Empress Dowager Cao and walked out, he asked, "What do you think of this competition, Madam?"
Seeing that her grandson was still not satisfied, Empress Dowager Cao agreed with him: "Compared with Cuju, it is indeed quite interesting, but it is quite tiring to watch. Haha."
This was not entirely an agreement, but she felt an unprecedented sense of excitement and tension from it.
Cuju is actually more similar to volleyball, but lacks the volleyball spike. After all, the Fengliu Eye is on the top of the head, so you can't use ruthless force, only clever force, which makes the whole game lack of aggression. Imagine a volleyball player, in his own half, doing all kinds of fancy moves, but in the end he just passes the ball to the other side.
At most, it's the moment you enter the cave that makes people a little nervous.
Although it is pleasing to the eye, but... it can never reach the true climax.
Therefore, watching a Cuju match cannot be as exciting as watching a football match.
This can also be seen from the emotions of the audience.
draw!
There is actually a draw?
In an exciting competition like this, if there is no winner, are you sure you can leave the stadium?
Moreover, most of the audience supported the Guards Ma players. When they saw the frustration of the Guards Ma players and the joy of the Police Station players, they felt as uncomfortable as if they had eaten shit.
Therefore, the audience in unison burst into deafening boos and shouts.
Strongly request overtime.
But it doesn't matter. When the newspaper introduced the overtime and penalty shootouts, it also stated that this charity match would not include penalty shootouts and overtime.
Amidst the boos, the players from the police station walked away from the stadium arm in arm, happily discussing what to do to have fun that night and whether to eat some sea cucumbers or something to replenish their energy.
After all, their team has two rich guys, Cao Dongdong and Ma Xiaoyi!
Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.
The players of Guard Horse were so frustrated that they couldn't leave. In just half an incense stick of time, they lost their generous bonus.
In fact, they can completely avoid being counterattacked by the other side.
Heaven and hell are so close.
"Zhang San!"
After Zhao Xu, Queen Mother Cao and a group of scholars and officials left, Wang Chao suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Fei, his eyes as big as copper bells.
Cao Ping was no less capable than him, and he stepped in between them, "Marshal Ma, you can't afford to lose, can you?"
Wang Chao's expression suddenly changed, and he laughed, "We didn't lose. Didn't you see it was a draw? Let me go. I need to discuss with Zhang San about forming a team and renting a venue."
This ** is only temporary, money is the eternal truth.
If you have money, you can play games in different ways.
Now, in Wang Chao's eyes, Zhang Fei is a hot commodity. How could he bear to beat or scold him, and he even didn't have time to coax him!
The Third Yamen is the department with the highest expenditure and is also the department that is most short of money. They usually try every possible way to make extra money.
After all, there are hundreds of thousands of imperial guards, so we have to be extremely cautious.
Cao Ping and Zhang Fei looked at each other and then smiled and said, "Then let's sit down and talk about it in detail."
"Let's talk about it in detail! Let's talk about it in detail!"
Wang Chao was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.
......
As the players left one after another, the audience also realized that there was no hope for extra games. Everyone was still reluctant to leave and left Jucheng complaining to each other.
This is really painful and happy.
"Although this draw is unpleasant, I have to say that this football game is much more exciting than the Cuju game."
"Who said that?"
"What's wrong with your throat?"
"Yes! My voice is hoarse."
"You've never lost your voice while watching a Cuju match."
......
"This is outrageous. Zhang San is cheating. If this kick continues, the guard horse will definitely win."
"If you can't win within the specified time, then you can't win. What's the point of saying that?"
"Are you crazy? You support the police department?"
"I am just discussing the facts, I can't say who I support."
"Don't forget, we all bet on the guard horse to win. Now it's a draw. The guard horse gave us half a goal, so we lost everything!"
"Yes! My money... Ouch... This match is a fake match, it must be a fake match, no, we have to go and ask them for an explanation. If it goes to overtime, the Guard Horse will definitely win."
......
However, there were still a group of people sitting there blankly.
who I am?
Where am I?
What happened just now?
Chen Maoqian, Fan Yong and other major donors looked at each other with confusion on their faces.
Now their voices were almost hoarse from shouting, and Ma Tianhao, relying on his relatives and friends, went to the celebration banquet with Cao Dongdong and Ma Xiaoyi.
What happened to the saying that it doesn't look good?
how so?
This was a situation they had never expected. They had watched practice matches, but they felt they were completely different from this game.
It makes people feel excited, which is something that a Cuju game cannot give.
After a while, Chen Maoqian slowly turned his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Brother Fan, this...this business can't be snatched away by Zhang San!"
Fan Yong nodded and said, "That's right! It's impossible for him to monopolize this business. Now we are spending the money of our charity!"
At this point, they also know that this football game is definitely worth investing in. After all, this is their personal experience.
"Oh, right! Zhang San! Where is Zhang San?"
They looked around and began looking for Zhang Fei all over the world.
At this time, Zhang Fei was sitting in the shed above, discussing the football league with Cao Ping, Wang Chao and other generals from the three yamen.
"Marshal Ma, actually, there are some rules for renting a training ground. If it is done well, the profit earned by the three yamen will be more than just the rental fee."
"What do you mean?"
Ma Shuai's eyes lit up and he asked anxiously.
Zhang Fei smiled and said, "There is also the storefront fee, which may even become a big expense."
"Shop frontage fee?" Wang Chao was confused. There were no shops in this parade ground!
Zhang Fei nodded and looked outside. "Does Ma Shuai think these spectators will go home and sleep immediately?"
Wang Chao suddenly understood, "I understand, I understand."
Zhang Fei said: "Therefore, the three yamen can try to provide us with some more remote training grounds. If it is here, there are many restaurants outside Jucheng, and it is impossible for us to get a share of the pie. But if it is in a remote place, the three yamen can build some shops outside the stadium and rent them out to merchants."
How much does this ticket cost?
Wang Chao actually had no idea, but if it was about renting a shop, he knew that the money was really a lot, so he said, "I understand! I understand! I know what to do."
Zhang Fei added: "We will take about 30% of the profit from this."
Wang Chao's expression changed again, "Why do you make a profit from this?"
Zhang Fei replied: "Because we can decide where to play the game."
“.......!”
Wang Chao frowned, "Do you care about this little money?"
Zhang Fei said: "This money will mostly be used to reward the teams, repair the venues, buy the balls for the games, etc. This money will still be used for you in the future."
This is a very complicated matter to talk about.
Wang Chao was overwhelmed by the complexity of the interests, and he had no idea what was going on. But he understood one thing: the charity organization would dominate the entire competition.
At the moment they were just talking about the general idea, and they still needed to discuss the details in detail.
......
The police station members have gone out to have fun.
The players of Guard Horse were still sitting in the lounge, fidgeting. To put it more seriously, they were just waiting for their fate.
After all, Wang Chao had already made some harsh remarks before, and now that the game ended in a draw, they didn’t know what they would face.
After waiting for a long time, Wang Chao finally arrived, burping.
"Ma...handsome?"
None of the players dared to look directly at Wang Chao.
"belch...."
Wang Chao burped and looked around with a dazed look, "You all played well. You didn't embarrass our guards. Even though it was a draw, the audience knows that we are stronger. Let's find a better restaurant and celebrate. You won't lose any prize money."
After hearing this, the players couldn't help but be overjoyed.
The ups and downs of life are really exciting.
He quickly clasped his fists and thanked him repeatedly.
"Ha ha!"
Wang Chao smiled happily and said, "It doesn't matter. The bonus will only increase in the future."
These players are now his cash cows, so how can he treat them badly?
......
"Third brother, come back. We just had a lot of guests."
Niu Beiqing glanced inside with his big eyes.
"Many guests?"
Zhang Fei was slightly stunned.
Niu Beiqing nodded and said, "It's Mr. Chen and his gang."
"This bunch of profiteers!"
Zhang Fei cursed, then walked in pretending to be tired.
"Saburo is back!"
"Sanlang, that match just now was really exciting and breathtaking."
“This is definitely the most exciting game I have ever seen in my life.”
"Yes, yes, yes. I still feel unsatisfied."
"It's a pity that we couldn't decide the winner, which is a bit regrettable."
"It's okay, it's okay. This regret will be made up sooner or later. After all, we are not just competing in this one game. Sanlang, don't you agree?"
......
Chen Maoqian, Fan Yong and others surrounded Zhang Fei and gave him a continuous stream of flattery.
Zhang Fei, however, was completely exhausted, without even a squeak. He silently walked to the master chair and sat down, with his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart. Li Si, who was sitting next to him, immediately poured a cup of tea for his third brother.
When everyone saw that there was no response to the flattery, their voices became smaller and smaller, and finally everyone stood aside with an embarrassed look on their faces.
Zhang Fei put down his teacup, looked at the wealthy people standing nearby, and asked in confusion: "Gentlemen, why are you standing here? Sit down. Please sit down, please sit down."
"Thank...thank you very much!"
Everyone sat down as they were told, but their expressions still seemed a little unnatural.
Who made them so arrogant before and resisted football in various ways? Now their faces are so swollen!
But there is one good thing about businessmen: they don’t care about face at all when it comes to money.
Zhang Fei saw that it was almost time, his expression suddenly changed, and he laughed, "Don't feel guilty, this game is actually played for you. Everyone invests so much money in charity, no one wants to waste it. If I just ask you to invest so much money, I believe your business will not be so big."
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Fan Yong heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this. "Oh! Sanlang, you don't know, your expression just now really scared us to death."
Zhang Fei chuckled twice: "Why? Are you afraid that I will work alone and not give you a share of the pie?"
Fan Yong smiled awkwardly and said nothing.
Chen Maoqian quickly said, "How can that be possible? Sanlang is a kind-hearted person. He organized this football match for charity."
At this point, he changed the subject and said, "In fact, we are all doing this for the good of the charity. We still trust Saburo very much."
"Brother Chen, what you said makes sense. We formed the board of directors in accordance with your contract, Sanlang. There is no other meaning."
......
Everyone started to find various reasons to explain their swollen faces.
When it comes to business, Zhang Fei is not the kind of person who haggles over every penny. As a businessman, of course, harmony is the most valuable thing. In fact, he cannot do without these wealthy people. He added, "Do you agree to invest money in this football match now?"
"Of course......!"
Before he could even utter the word "intention", Fan Yong asked, "I wonder how much money Sanlang plans to invest?"
Zhang Fei said, "I plan to use 500 hectares of land to borrow 100,000 strings of cash from the Ma family."
"One hundred thousand strings of cash?"
Everyone gasped.
Chief Justice of the Northern Song Dynasty
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