Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 913 Emperor's heart is unpredictable

  Although this Zhu Dashou is well-versed in analysis, one only needs to look at it to know that this person is extraordinary.

  Football is still a hobby of ordinary people after all.

  Even if some dignitaries have a little interest, but due to their own status, they will not be able to join in the excitement of this ball commentary.

And this person, obviously, may be a person who has read a lot of poetry and books. He is very good at summarizing and summarizing. Can't help but appreciate it.

  The only fly in the ointment is his analysis of the next upcoming final.

  After several rounds of preliminaries, the end of the year is approaching, so a new final is about to begin.

   This time, there were few surprises.

   At least in the preliminaries, the mining team in Dingxing County quickly defeated their opponents.

  After all, after winning the first championship, I became famous and got a lot of sponsorship.

   If you want money, you have money, and you need people... Among the players in Dingxing County, I don’t know how many people want to join the mining team.

  The size of this team has expanded to more than 30 people, and there are more than a dozen substitutes.

  Leader Ye Qiu was even more in the spotlight.

  So this time, the mining team is stronger than before.

   And here in Xishan, although the dog referee **** team lost to mining, the team has also expanded. After all, they are the leaders of Xishan.

  Thus, after several rounds of preliminaries, the final confrontation was again these two old rivals.

  Most people were shocked when they saw the lineup of the mining team.

   This is simply a dream team.

  Almost all the elite soldiers and generals are recruited by him, so people have the highest expectations for the mining team.

  Even in Xishan, Captain Ye Qiu has become the object of admiration of many people.

  But this Zhu Dashou actually directly pointed out that the mining team will lose this time.

He roughly analyzed the reason. The biggest advantage of the mining team was that the entire team cooperated very well. However, because more elite players were recruited to join, although the overall strength has increased, their coordination ability is unknown. number.

   As for the dead referee, the **** team has learned the lesson of the last loss and is bound to adjust their tactics.

Then, he began to analyze every player on the field from both sides, pointing out their weaknesses. In the end, he believed that the biggest weakness of the mining team was its captain, Ye Qiu. Ye Qiu was good at offense, and offense was the key to team coordination. Once the deadly referee, the damned team strictly guards against death and weakens Ye Qiu's spirit, then the failure of the mining team will be visible.

  Many people read this comment and couldn't help shouting, how could the mining team lose, who is this Zhu Dashou, and how does he seem to be with Zhu Shou?

  Last time, the referee damned the team, wasn't the loss bad enough?

   Want to cheat our money to buy the dead referee team to win?

  Many angry fans even cursed "Ball Classic" in protest.

  …

Emperor Hongzhi seemed very interested. He still got up early in the morning and met the cabinet scholars. Finally, he found some free time and asked Xiao Jing to pour tea. While holding the teacup, he asked someone to deliver the report of the factory guard .

  He is now obviously very enthusiastic about the response from the people.

  A few days ago, I stayed up all night.

  Emperor Hongzhi looked down with a smile on his face. The content of the report here is all-encompassing, such as the price of the East Market and the West Market, how much it is now, such as what happened in Beijing recently...

  Emperor Hongzhi was not in the mood to pay attention to prices for the time being, nor was he interested in seeing what happened in various government offices.

   Instead, read all the way backwards.

   After reaching a certain place, he stopped.

   "The new edition of "The Classic of Balls" in Beijing was released, and the common people complained endlessly. Some people even went to bookstores to ask for the publication to be withdrawn, causing disputes.

  Emperor Hongzhi looked at it, his face turned green.

  His eyes flickered, and his expression was solemn.

   Later, there is also content about some people scolding.

  Obviously, the report of the factory guard still has some embellishments, trying not to use any indecent words, let it appear on His Majesty's desk, it can be seen that these reprimands may obviously be much gentler than reality.

   But even so, the words above are still sharp.

  Emperor Hongzhi's face was ashen, his hands trembling slightly.

  Xiao Jing noticed something strange.

  What's wrong?

   Your Majesty is not satisfied with the report?

   He knew that His Majesty was concerned about the game, so he paid special attention to the content of the game. He had already ordered him to inquire about the ball in detail.

  But His Majesty's look of killing people made his heart skip a beat.

  Your Majesty...will not be dissatisfied with the report...is it?

   It's really like accompanying a king like a tiger.

   Xiao Jing doesn't know what's wrong, he's always been scolded by His Majesty recently.

  So he looked extra cautious: "Your Majesty... Ma Wensheng, Minister of the Ministry of War, will have an audience soon."

   Bang Dang...

  The teacup suddenly fell down.

   directly fell to pieces.

  Xiao Jing's face turned pale with fright, and he bowed down hastily.

  The ground is full of broken porcelain from broken teacups. When Xiao Jing knelt down, the broken porcelain stuck into his flesh, and dark red blood flowed out along his trouser legs.

   "Your Majesty... slaves are dying, slaves... really deserve to die." Without saying a word, he raised his hand and slapped himself a few times.

  Papapapapapapapapapapapa, the attack was extremely heavy, and there were several bright red palm prints on Xiao Jing's face.

  Emperor Hongzhi glanced at him...

   couldn't help but said: "It's nothing, I... just don't like this tea, what's wrong with you?"

   "..." Xiao Jing's face was beaten into a pig's head by himself, and his knees were punctured. He was in a mess, but he looked at His Majesty in a daze.

   These days, it seems to be too tense, but it is actually jittery and turbulent.

  Xiao Jing wiped his sweat in embarrassment, and hurriedly said: "Slave maid, go change now, go change now."

  Emperor Hongzhi's face gradually eased down.

  He obviously didn't expect that a comment on the ball experience would cause such an uproar.

  Emperor Hongzhi directly felt the power of public opinion for the first time.

In the past, the so-called public opinion and public opinion were all scammers, and they have passed through countless Taoist hands, such as Haiyan, Heqing, and the great order of the world. Unrecognizable.

  Only Zhu Dashou...When he lost the halo of the emperor, Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help being a little speechless...These people are really ruthless in cursing.

  He pretended to be careless.

  With hands behind their backs, said: "Clean up the debris on the ground, Xiao Banban, you go and bandage it too, look at you like this..."

"Yes Yes…"

   Xiao Jing wanted to cry.

  He felt that the distance between himself and His Majesty was a little far.

   This is a bad sign.

   In the past, he was a roundworm in His Majesty's stomach. When His Majesty raised his eyebrows, he knew what His Majesty was thinking.

  Can now...

  Emperor Hongzhi suddenly said: "By the way, on the day of the finals... wake up an hour earlier, and I have to deal with the memorial at hand."

"yes…"

   After all, I can't swallow this breath.

   How much effort has been spent on this comment, and which one of the comments in it is not repeated deliberation.

   Aren't you scolding me?

   All right, let's take a look.

  Emperor Hongzhi felt a little anxious.

   When Xiao Jing was about to leave, Emperor Hongzhi suddenly stopped him: "Xiao Banban."

   "The servant is here."

  Emperor Hongzhi said coldly: "Take a sum of money from the internal funds, 50,000 taels, and buy the Xishan team to win!"

"what…"

  Xiao Jing looked at Emperor Hongzhi in astonishment.

  …

  The finals are the most eye-catching.

  The capital is full of hot discussions about this final.

  Because of this, the football lottery odds are constantly fluctuating. However, the suspense in this final is not high. Many people believe that this battle must be won by the Quarry team. Therefore, the **** odds of the dog referee team once rose to 1 to 5.

  But slowly, there is a downward trend. After all, the odds are high, and many people are optimistic.

   Later, no one knew who was manipulating it, and suddenly, the odds plummeted. Presumably, a big banker suddenly entered the market, and unexpectedly smashed the odds, smashing the odds to 1 to 2 before they could barely stabilize.

   A few days later, the day of the game... arrived.

  …

  Fang Jifan was holding the "Ball Classic" in his hand, and he couldn't laugh or cry. He just read the "Ball Classic" formally today.

   After all, Fang Jifan doesn't care who wins or loses, anyway, no matter who wins, Fang Jifan is the biggest winner.

   Not to mention the booming sales of "The Classic of Balls", the football lottery rake is also generous.

Of course, this is not a matter of money. If necessary, Fang Jifan can donate the income to the court at any time. He is such a person. He is in the vanity fair, but he is arrogant. Some...for the blessing of all peoples...

  Practicing the principle of conscience is the main reason why Fang Jifan is honored as a great master.

  …

  Xishan has already established a huge stadium.

  The stadium is in the middle, surrounded by stepped stands, which are built directly with masonry and then paved with concrete.

  Furthermore, the popularity of football has caused the sales of Xishan's binoculars to skyrocket day after day. People who enter the stadium each have a binoculars in their hands. In addition, countless people have printed banners of various colors.

  In the vast crowd...

  In one stand, there is a scholar holding a binoculars. He has a kanban in his hand. On the kanban, he needs to use charcoal to record the progress of the game.

   This is instant news, and it must be recorded and spread as quickly as possible.

   That is to say, what happens at every moment of this game will be sent to every corner by various means.

  …

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  (end of this chapter)