Fang Zheng raised his eyebrows, feeling a little bored.
He had some interest in football when he was in college. At that time, he called himself the Little Ibrahimovic on the field and imitated many famous players. Some people said that his ball protection was like Henry.
However, he imitated Ibrahimovic so well that after being criticized by school leaders for sending a classmate to the hospital, he had no choice but to withdraw from football. His football skills deteriorated and he was left with only the skill of blow-drying hair.
Later, as my physical strength declined while I was working, I could only play basketball occasionally.
It's also fun to watch some fancy women's basketball games on the Internet, with fierce steals and forced stops, crazy baskets, and the kind that makes people scream.
But now, apart from pursuing his career and revising history, he has no other interests.
Fang Zheng rolled up the newspaper and pointed at the two of them: "Don't chat at work. If you have nothing to do, just sweep the floor and get to work."
"Yes, Master Fang!"
Fang Zhengyi hummed and walked towards the door. He stopped just as he took a step, turned halfway and asked, "I said you didn't bet on football, did you?"
The two Jinyiwei were immediately shocked and said in unison: "Absolutely not!"
The Jinyiwei has issued a clear ban on gambling. Anyone caught gambling will be expelled immediately without mercy!
Before this, more than ten people had been expelled from the Jinyiwei for gambling.
Now no one dares to even mention the word gambling.
Now, in front of Fang Zhengyi, he didn't dare to be presumptuous at all.
Fang Zheng narrowed his eyes and asked, "Does anyone in the Jinyiwei gamble on football? I see you guys like watching football... Have you really never gambled?"
The two men swallowed their saliva at the same time, and one of them said, "The Jinyiwei has strict discipline, and I would never dare to have such an idea. It's just that I heard recently that there was a god who predicted the result of the game, so I couldn't help but chat with him."
"Godman...who?"
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