Chapter 71 Blood Loss

Luo Peiyun's eyes flashed with disappointment. He ignored his son and stood up. He looked around at everyone and said loudly, "I declare that the winner of this competition is Fang Zhixing."

As soon as the words were spoken, the dust settled! In an instant! Some people cheered and jumped for joy, unable to control themselves.

Some people feel like they have lost their parents and their mentality collapses.

Fang Zhixing was indifferent, neither happy nor sad.

Because this was not his victory, he was just a manipulated pawn.

The chess player is Luo Peiyun! Life is like chess. Those who understand the situation will survive, those who break the situation will survive, and those who control the situation will win!

"Damn, you really got it right."

The dog looked left and right, and saw all kinds of people. He couldn't help but feel very complicated, and said depressedly: "You can win this, I'm really impressed."

Fang Zhixing raised the corners of his mouth slightly and sighed, "I've said it before, it's hard for me to lose this game."

The little dog was speechless.

There's no way. Fang Zhixing is a bastard with eight hundred tricks. Who can beat him if you play tricks on him?

His eyes scanned each one.

Luo Kezhao, the Dong father and son, and their accomplices all suffered terrible losses.

Some were furious, some were crying, it was a complete chaos.

Ding Zhigang lowered his head and walked past the thin dog in silence.

He was in a daze, his eyes were numb, and his face was stiff, looking as ugly as it could be, as if he had eaten dog shit.

It seems that this guy also lost.

On the high platform, Luo Peiyun remained calm and composed, with a hint of pride floating between his brows.

Xigou observed carefully and felt that at this moment Luo Peiyun must be like Zhuge Liang, who could make plans and win battles thousands of miles away without leaving any trace.

Luo Peiyun was so excited about winning that he was enjoying the endless joy brought by this moment of victory.

However, most people did not realize that the development of the matter had actually been under the control of Luo Peiyun from the beginning to the end.

Perhaps this is the true master of manipulation, with great achievements and fame! And the situation set by Luo Peiyun still needs a strong person to assist.

That person is like a magician's beautiful assistant.

Xigou asked Fang Zhixing who the beautiful assistant was.

The answer is...

Xigou raised his head and looked towards the platform, his eyes fell on Lu Anfu.

At this moment, Lu Anfu was undoubtedly the biggest winner in everyone's eyes.

Because there were so many people betting on Dong Xianrong to win, and the odds were high.

As the banker, Lu Anfu naturally made a lot of money and was a complete winner in life.

Those who win the bet are grateful to him, while those who lose hate him to the core.

Ice and fire! Lu Anfu did not stay in the crowd, but left quickly, his raised mouth unable to hide his inner happiness.

"Damn it, each one is better at acting than the other!"

The little dog was speechless.

Luo Peiyun and Lu Anfu, one in the open and the other in secret, played everyone around.

In this situation, Xigou couldn't help but ask: "Fang Zhixing, what is this wonderful play about?"

"money!"

Fang Zhixing carefully observed everyone and said decisively: "Luo Peiyun's goal is to make money. The Dong family was tricked by him and is bleeding heavily."

Xigou said speechlessly: "Are you, the county magistrate, short of money?"

Fang Zhixing replied: "In a year of famine, the landlords may really have no surplus food."

At this time, Wen Yuwen came over with a tray in both hands.

On the plate, there was a set of armor and military uniform, consisting of a helmet, breastplate, shoulder armor, leg armor, helmet tassel and other parts, a complete set.

Wen Yuwen smiled brightly and his attitude improved a lot. He bowed his head and said, "Congratulations on your official promotion to the archery instructor. Please accept your armor."

Fang Zhixing was delighted, and he solemnly stretched out his hands to take it, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Butler Wen."

"Well, you performed well this time, and the adults are very satisfied with you." Wen Yuwen smiled and said meaningfully.

Fang Zhixing naturally pretended not to understand what he said. Instead, he looked worried and whispered, "The Second Young Master is very dissatisfied with me. Will he..."

"Don't worry about that."

Wen Yuwen laughed and said, "Remember, you just need to do your job well, and the Second Young Master will not bother you again."

President Fangzhi heaved a sigh of relief and then smiled.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon.

Gao Daxing, along with Huang Dashun and three hundred other archers, came to Fang Zhixing.

Gao Daxing was worried.

Although he did not participate in the betting, he was certain that Fang Zhixing would lose, and he happily took the kickbacks from the Dong family.

Unexpectedly, things took a surprising turn.

He's on the wrong side!

The kickbacks in his hand suddenly became hot.

Gao Daxing licked his face and said, "Congratulations to Coach Fang on your promotion. We have set up a banquet in the 'Jinshui Tower' to celebrate for you. I hope you can show your favor."

Fang Zhixing looked at them, not feeling any surprise, and said with a smile, "Of course not. Today is a big day, so I should be the one to treat you."

"That's great, let's go, let's go together!"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Gao Daxing breathed a sigh of relief and smiled happily.

Fang Zhi took two steps and suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, don't forget to call Chief Constable Ding."

"Don't worry, I've informed you."

The group soon arrived at Jinshui Tower.

The entire restaurant has been booked by Gao Daxing, and 31 tables of buffets have been set up.

Ding Zhigang arrived shortly afterwards.

Although he was in a bad mood, he never missed out on free food and drinks.

Everyone was eating and drinking, toasting to each other, and having a great time.

During the dinner, Fang Zhixing kept toasting Ding Zhigang and chatting with him.

Ding Zhigang, who was already depressed, finally opened up and sighed angrily, "Brother, I was cheated by Lu Anfu and lost a lot of money."

Fang Zhixing was surprised and said, "No way, Lu Anfu even cheated you out of your money, is he short of money?"

"lack!"

Ding Zhigang nodded repeatedly, "The merchant ship you were on was the one that Qian Jiyun was on. Do you know who the boss behind the scenes is? It was Lu Anfu!"

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but pause for breath.

Ding Zhigang took a sip of wine and said angrily, "Damn it, Lu Anfu lost a ship and had a serious financial deficit, so he opened the market and deliberately released false information to mislead others to buy you and lose, and then made a lot of money. Damn it!"

Only then did I understand clearly.

Lu Anfu cheated Dong Mingxuan and others. The reason why he did such an offensive thing was partly because of Luo Peiyun's instruction.

Another important reason was probably that his merchant ship sank, causing huge losses, which led to a shortage of funds and he had to find ways to fill the hole.

Having said that, Fang Zhixing knew in his heart that Lu Anfu should have only made a small profit, and the one who really made a lot of money was Luo Peiyun.

The banquet slowly came to an end.

At this time, Gao Daxing took the lead, followed by Huang Dashun and others, and everyone gave their own share of money.

Gao Daxing gave the most, 20,000 yuan. This money should be a reward from the Dong family and also a bribe from him.

Because whether he can continue working in the Archery Camp depends entirely on Fang Zhixing's decision.

If he wants to continue, he can only spend money to avoid disaster.

Huang Dashun and his ten companions gave 10,000 yuan, which was exactly the money the Dong family used to bribe them.

The ten members of Dong Xianrong's team also gave 10,000 yuan each.

Everyone else only gave two thousand dollars.

Ding Zhigang did not come empty-handed either. He brought a large ring knife and gave it to Fang Zhixing.

"This is a fine steel knife, extremely sharp. It was a trophy I confiscated during my last campaign against bandits," Ding Zhigang introduced.

Fang Zhixing took it.

[Cold weapon: Seven-ring knife, knife length 3 feet 5 inches, handle length 7 inches, with seven rings on the back, one ring every 3 inches and a half, weight 3.6 kilograms]

Fang Zhixing drew the sword from its sheath, held it in his hand, and felt it. It felt very comfortable.

He swung it a few times casually, and the big ring knife cut through the air, making a whirring sound like a fierce force.

"Not bad, not bad, the needle doesn't poke!"

Fang Zhixing was very satisfied, as he just happened to be in need of a good knife.

(End of this chapter)