Tibet

Several young and strong men were talking among themselves.

"What kind of foreign aid can he hire? The prince stipulates that white players are not allowed, or he can only hire other black players, but can other black players compare with Xiao Feilong?"

"Little Feilong is just a master of black golf. If you pay fifty grand a game, there are many white golfers who are better than him!"

"The problem is that the prince is not allowed to invite white players? Qiao Xingzhong will only invite black players at most, but Xiao Feilong ranks first among the black players. He probably thought that Qi Yong was playing, so he could just use Wang Shun."

"Hurry up and go have a drink at Zihualou. Let's make a deal first. I'll pay for the drinks. If you want to touch your pink head, you have to pay for it yourself!"

After several young men left, Li Ye had quickly sorted out a few key points.

First, they should be golfers arranged by Manager Hu San.

Second, foreign aid can be invited for the game. Qiao Xingzhong did not tell the truth to himself.

Third, the foreign aid hired by Manager Hu San was a black ball player, nicknamed Xiao Feilong.

Fourth, they don’t know they exist.

Fifth, these guys don't practice well and instead go out to drink wine. They are no longer a strong team in terms of will.

Sixth, being a black golfer is very profitable. The appearance fee for a game costs 50 yuan. Li Ye seems to have seen a way to make quick money.

Li Ye searched around and finally found a small shop that specializes in selling various second-hand polo equipment. The shop is very small and has no signboard. It is like a corridor, very narrow and long. This should be the lowest-grade golf equipment in the West Market. shop.

The owner of the shop is an old man, sitting at the door and squinting his eyes and taking a nap. Various second-hand golf equipment are hung on the walls of the shop.

Li Ye found the clubs. There were more than thirty clubs in total, inserted in a wooden barrel, of various types of wood.

He took a fancy to one of them at a glance. It was of high quality. It was made of jujube wood just like his previous clubs. It was heavy in his hand and was 70% new.

This was simply prepared for him, but there was no price on it. Li Ye excitedly walked to the door with the club in hand.

"Seller, how much does this club cost?"

"Are you sure you want this one?" the old man asked slowly.

Li Ye nodded, and the old man added: "I will not return the items sold in my store. I have to make it clear to you that there is no problem with the quality of this club. The main reason is that the style is very old, it is the first generation Zhenguan model. The current Tianbao model is in its seventh generation, and the original owner didn’t like it, so he sold it to me.”

Li Ye couldn't understand the difference between the styles. He felt they were all similar. He nodded, "There's nothing wrong with the items. The key is the price!"

"I spent eighty cents to get it back a few years ago. Please give me one hundred cents!"

It only cost one hundred cents to buy this club, and Li Ye felt a sense of joy in finding something missing.

Li Ye then found Qiao Bin. Qiao Bin was studying in Chang'an County. It seemed that the school's management was very loose and he could take leave at will. He was currently in charge of the team's logistics.

After hearing about Li Ye's chance encounter in the West Market, Qiao Bin explained to Li Ye the difference between black golfers and white golfers. He explained: "Little Flying Dragon is a nickname. In fact, every polo player has a nickname. Their real names are everyone's." But I don’t know anymore.”

"Does your father know? The other party invited this little flying dragon."

Qiao Bin nodded, "My father knows a little bit, but he doesn't know about Xiao Fei Long."

Qiao Bin's heart became heavy, and the forced smile on his face disappeared. Xiao Feilong ranked highest among the black ball players. He was a very powerful guy. Did his father underestimate the enemy?

"What is this ranking based on?"

Qiao Bin sighed and said: "It is ranked every two years based on the number of games won. He played 22 games last year, only lost two games, and won 20 games, so he is still ranked first this year. Wait. Count again next year and everyone will be at the same starting point again.

White golfers also have their own rankings, but they are not in conflict with black golfers. White golfers are third-level golfers, while black golfers are fourth-level golfers. Players above level three are called advanced golfers, and they do not participate in the rankings! "

"How many advanced golfers are there?"

Qiao Bin shook his head, "The number of people is very small. There are eight second-level players in total. They are all recognized polo masters. There are two top ones who are playing with the emperor in the palace!"

"If I defeat the little flying dragon..."

Qiao Bin smiled bitterly and said: "He is still ranked first, and the second place has only a margin of sixteen games, so you become an assassin golfer!"

"Assassin ball player! What do you mean?"

"An assassin golfer is an unknown person who beats a famous player. This is actually a loophole in the polo rankings, so there is the term assassin golfer. Of course, you will definitely be noticed by interested people."

Li Ye asked with great interest: "How high does this little flying dragon rank among the white ball players?"

Qiao Bin raised his little finger and said, "He is nothing among the white players. Those guys look down on the black players and call them wild players."

Li Ye suddenly understood that this was a pyramid-like player hierarchy.

The top two players played with the emperor, followed by eight second-level golfers. They were high above others, enjoying the highest honor.

Next down are two to three hundred third-level white players, who are organized polo players, and further down are countless fourth-level black players, who are organized outside players, and below them there are amateurs like servants. Polo players, and then at the bottom are grassroots golfers like myself.

He is only qualified to play with amateur polo players like servants, so only management-level people come to invite him to play. He even didn't want him at the beginning. It's not that the prince has any rules, it's just an excuse. The real reason It's because I can't get on the stage at all.

Qiao Bin is an innocent young man, but his father is not.

……….

Li Ye left listlessly, but Qiao Bin hurried to report to his father.

In an alley next to the palace, Qiao Xingzhong became a little nervous after listening to his son's report. Hu San invited Xiao Feilong. What should he do?

"Father, how about we also invite the Black Baller, the second-ranked Water Eagle."

It was about his father's job and the family's livelihood. At this moment, Qiao Bin couldn't care about Li Ye anymore.

Qiao Xingzhong shook his head, "He went to Xianyang County to compete. He was too late. The prince just moved the competition time to the day after tomorrow."

Qiao Bin was surprised, "But Brother Li hasn't trained yet! How can he compete if he's not familiar with all kinds of coordination?"

Qiao Xingzhong sneered and said: "Hu San invited Xiao Feilong. How could someone as proud as Xiao Feilong play with a servant? There shouldn't be a martial arts competition. It would most likely be a literary competition. Hu San didn't give me a chance. He persuaded me The princess races ahead of schedule.”

"Then what should we do?" Qiao Bin was worried.

Qiao Xingzhong gritted his teeth and said: "I can only take a gamble. Li Ye can do double jumps, and his skills are no worse than Xiao Feilong. He can't get on the stage. If Xiao Feilong has the ability to give up the game, I can't wait to see him!"

Qiao Xingzhong warned his son a few more words, and Qiao Bin nodded repeatedly.

"Wow!" Li Ye jumped into the well again. Pei Min didn't come every day to give him instructions once, and he would practice hard on his own the rest of the time.

After realizing his humble status, Li Ye was deeply stimulated, and a huge anger burned in his heart. He didn't care about being a polo player, he wanted to become a peerless swordsman like Pei Min.

This time he didn't feel the biting cold like last night, and the resentment in his heart turned into strong motivation. He swung the club hard and decisively under the water, once, twice, three times.

His lungs were so stuffy that they felt like they were going to explode. He swung the eighth shot with all his strength. Then he kicked off the stone lock and rushed out of the water like a fish. He took in big gulps of air, but his body didn't feel tired. There was something in his heart that said Not happy.

Li Ye took a deep breath and dived into the water again.

On the well, Pei Min stared at the well silently. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. This child was too unexpected.

The second time he went into the well, he could swing eight times. You must know that the second time he went into the water, he could only swing five times at most.

This child is like a piece of rough jade. It used to be wrapped in stones, stupid and rough. Now the outer layer of stones has been knocked open, revealing the white, warm and beautiful jade inside.

Pei Min sighed in his heart, placed a small box on the well platform, turned around and drifted away.