After all of us are reborn, who plays Go?

Chapter 92 92. I am the Champion
"That's not right..."

After reaching the bottom step, Torajiro Kashima realized belatedly that the piece he had previously stuck on was in the wrong position.

Now I am thinking of sticking to the black pieces on the left and right, but Zhan Lang can capture them directly, so my plan to kill him by force is not feasible at all.

At this point, Torajiro Kashima already knew that he had lost the game. Unless Zhan Lang suddenly became ill and blinded himself, he would have no chance of winning.

The next few steps for Torajiro Kashima are to do his best and leave the rest to fate, and also to adjust his own mood.

After all, this kind of amateur competition is not like the normal professional competition finals which are played in a round-robin system. The winner is decided by just one round. If you win, you win, and if you lose, you lose.

It has ended.

After taking a few more steps, Torajiro Kashima sighed, stopped the clock and admitted defeat.

Looking at the dejected child opposite him, Zhan Lang remained a gentleman and did not directly provoke him at the beginning.

After all, trash talk is a normal part of the game before the match, and you should still maintain your composure after the match.

After all, I want to become a master in the future.

But in the end, Kashima Torajiro forced himself to speak: "You are lucky this time, I will win back next time."

Hearing this, Zhan Lang directly spread out the fan in his hand and said, "Didn't you say that you have never won the runner-up before?
Look, isn’t this the start of the runner-up?

Thank you so much for giving me this championship. I guess you will give me many more championships in the future.

You have to get used to this kind of thing slowly, and you will get used to it."

How can you become a master if you don't talk trash?
When Torajiro Kashima heard this, he just rolled his eyes. There would be no overlap in competitions between China and Japan, especially after entering the professional ranks. Unless Zhanlang travels to Japan, the two would never meet except in informal exchange competitions.

So Kashima Torajiro completely ignored Zhan Lang and turned around and left.

Zhan Lang was not in a hurry at all. After all, there would be an award ceremony later. The most important thing was that the prize money for this competition alone was equivalent to nearly 30,000 yuan.

Although the prize money for this competition is subject to various deductions and taxes, Zhan Lang estimates that he will only have about 10,000 left.

But this ten thousand is still a huge sum of money in this era. The ten thousand yuan that the system rewarded to Zhan Lang before has become a real courtyard house.

Money is really valuable in this era. If you manage it yourself, you can retire early.

However, this time, Zhan Lang did not plan to convert the system's 200,000 into physical objects, but wanted to exchange them directly.

Zhan Lang was curious about what form the system would be delivered to him.

After all, two hundred thousand is not a small amount.

In this day and age, if a bank's deposits exceed 100,000, it will probably hang banners to celebrate and show off.

Or is it some second uncle who wants to leave the money for himself?
If you calculate it this way, the bonus from the system is a bit too much.

In this way, Zhan Lang waited for the award ceremony while fanning himself.

At this time, a group of people also entered the competition venue. Zhan Lang saw Fujii Hideaki walking in the front row with a look of neither sadness nor joy.

Fujii Hideaki was happy because after he won this round, he used the money that those people lost to him to pay off his debts. Now his debts have basically been paid off and the debt pressure has been completely relieved.

I was thinking this morning that if I lost in the end, all the lottery I bought would be meaningless.

However, the first round of the new generation of Sino-Japanese competition was won by China, and it is unknown whether the situation will continue to deteriorate in the future.

Fujii Hideaki could only comfort himself that it was just a win or loss of a game, and in the future at most it would be a new generation competition between China and Japan.

"Zhan Lang? Hello."

However, the person who greeted Zhan Lang first was not Fujii Hideaki, but the other person standing next to him. The other person seemed to speak Mandarin very fluently, and his accent was not even too heavy.

"Hello." "Forgot to introduce myself, I'm Lin Xiaofeng."

Seeing Zhan Lang not recognizing him, Lin Xiaofeng didn't seem to find it strange. Instead, he simply introduced himself.

In this era when communication technology and information dissemination are not very developed, it is normal for Zhan Lang to have heard of his own name but not recognize him.

Hearing this, Zhan Lang's eyes narrowed slightly and he nodded.

One of the six top universities in Japan, he is also the only overseas Chinese among them. He was born in mainland China, grew up in Taiwan, and studied in Japan.

However, what surprised Zhan Lang was that the other party did not speak in a weird way at all, but instead spoke authentic Mandarin.

What Zhan Lang didn't know was that the Mandarin on Taiwan's original TV programs was very standard, but he didn't know when it started to become so vulgar.

“Congratulations on winning the championship, I hope you can achieve better results in the future.

If you need anything here, you can always contact me. I am also interested in your ideas. "

"Thank you."

Zhan Lang nodded to express his gratitude. After all, the other party was top-notch and his words carried a lot of weight.

Fujii Hideaki nodded and said, "The younger generation always pushes the older generation forward. It's not easy to win this championship. Thanks to you, I also made a lot of money."

"So you're going to give me 200,000?"

"..."

Hearing Zhan Lang's shameless words, Fuji Yi Xiuming couldn't help but roll his eyes. How much is your bonus in total? Why are you doubling it for me?

"I don't have 200,000 yen. Oh, there is one more lottery ticket here. If you are lucky, you can make tens of millions of yen."

Fujii Hideaki casually handed the lottery ticket he bought this morning to Zhan Lang. It was just a piece of waste paper anyway and he had never won since he bought it.

"Give me a..."

Zhan Lang originally wanted to complain about what's the point of giving me a lottery ticket. It seems that lotteries in every country are almost the same. If you expect to win the jackpot with this thing, you might as well just sleep.

But just after getting it, Zhan Lang seemed to suddenly feel something.

“If I win, can I cash it out?”

"Do you really think you can..."

When Fujii Hideaki heard this, he felt that Chinese kids like Zhan Lang were too naive. They had never seen the dangers of the lottery industry, and yet they still dreamed of winning the lottery?

Unlike me, I never fantasize about winning the lottery.

However, Fujii Hideaki still said nonchalantly: "It's okay. If you can't exchange it, I will exchange it for you and remit it to you later."

“But this still needs to be taxed, right?”

I won’t have to pay much tax on my $200,000, right?

Has the system never deducted it before?

"There is no tax on lottery winners in Japan, so they are subject to taxation."

As an old gambler, Fujii Hideaki is very knowledgeable about lottery research, so he doesn't mind sharing some little-known facts with Zhan Lang.

Because there is no tax, Japan's lottery has become a tool used by some black industries for some irregular purposes...

But the prerequisite is that you can win.

(End of this chapter)