Chapter 71: Blood Loss

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

Once the word is spoken, the dust has settled!

All of a sudden!

Some people cheered and couldn't help themselves.

Some people feel like they have lost their mother-in-law and their mentality has collapsed.

Fang Zhixing was indifferent, neither happy nor sad.

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

The chess player is Luo Peiyun!

Life is like chess, he who knows the game survives, he who breaks the game survives, and he who masters the game wins!

"Chuang, you are really accurate."

Xigou looked left and right and saw the faces of all living beings. He couldn't help but feel extremely complicated. He said depressedly: "You can win this, I'm really convinced."

Fang Zhixing's lips curled up slightly and he sighed: "I've told you before, it's hard for me to lose this game."

The thin dog was speechless.

There is no other way, Fang Zhixing, this bastard, has eight hundred tricks, who has ever played tricks with him?

His eyes scanned everyone.

Luo Kezhao, the Dong family's father and son, and their accomplices all suffered heavy losses and lost blood.

Some people were furious, some were crying, and it was chaos.

Ding Zhigang lowered his head and walked past Xigou without saying a word.

He was completely lost, his eyes were numb, and his stiff face was as ugly as if he had eaten dog shit.

Apparently, this guy also lost his temper.

On the high platform, Luo Peiyun's face remained unchanged, the clouds were light and the wind was gentle, and a hint of pride appeared between his brows.

Xigou observed carefully and felt that Luo Peiyun at this moment must be like Zhuge Wolong, strategizing and winning thousands of miles away without leaving any trace.

Luo Peiyun was stunned, enjoying the endless joy brought by this moment of victory.

However, the vast majority of people did not realize at all that from beginning to end, the development of things was actually under Luo Peiyun's control.

Perhaps this is the real master trader, hiding his merit and fame!

And this game set by Luo Peiyun still needs the help of a strong person.

That person is like a magician's beautiful assistant.

Xigou asked Fang Zhixing who was the beautiful assistant.

the answer is……

Xigou raised his head and looked at the high platform, his eyes falling on Lu Anfu.

At this time, Lu Anfu was undoubtedly the biggest winner in the eyes of everyone.

Because there are not many people who bet on Dong Xianrong to win, and the odds are high.

As a banker, Lu Anfu naturally makes a lot of money and is a sure winner in life.

The people who won the bet were grateful to him, and the people who lost the bet hated him.

The two heavens of ice and fire!

Lu Anfu did not stay among the crowd and left the scene quickly. The raised corners of his mouth could not hide the happiness in his heart.

"Mahler's Gobi performance, each one is better than the other!"

The thin dog was extremely speechless.

Luo Peiyun and Lu Anfu, one in the dark and one in the dark, made everyone play around.

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

"money!"

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

Xigou said speechlessly: "Your Majesty, the magistrate, are you very short of money?"

Fang Zhixing responded: "In a famine year, the landlord's family may really have no food left."

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

On the plate, there is a set of armor and military uniforms, consisting of a helmet, breastplate, shoulder armor, leg armor, tassels and other parts, a complete set.

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

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

"Well, you performed well this time, and I am 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..."

"You don't have to worry about that."

Wen Yuwen chuckled and said, "Remember, you only need to do your part. The second young master will not bother you again."

Only then did the president let out a sigh of relief and showed a smile.

It was noon in a blink of an eye.

Gao Daxing, accompanied by Huang Dashun and other 300 archers, came to Fang Zhixing.

Gao Daxing was worried.

Although he did not participate in the bet, he was sure that Fang Zhixing would lose, and happily took the Dong family's benefits.

Unexpectedly, things took a surprising turn.

He's on the wrong team!

The benefit fee in his hand suddenly became hot to touch.

Gao Daxing licked his face and said, "Congratulations to Coach Fang on your promotion. The boys have held a banquet in the 'Jinshui Building' to celebrate you. I hope you can appreciate it."

Fang Zhixing looked at them, without any surprise in his heart, and said with a smile: "What are you talking about? It's such a big day today, I should be the one to treat them."

"The relationship is great. Let's go, let's go, let's go together!"

Gao Daxing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled happily.

Fang Zhi walked two steps and suddenly said: "Oh, by the way, don't forget to ask Mr. Shang Ding to arrest the head."

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

The group of people soon arrived at Jinshui Building.

The entire restaurant has been booked by Gao Daxing, and thirty-one tables of flowing seats have been set up.

Ding Zhigang arrived shortly afterwards.

Although he was in a bad mood, he was never absent from eating and drinking.

Everyone ate and drank, toasted each other, and was very happy.

During the meal, Fang Zhixing pulled Ding Zhigang to toast and chat 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 your money, is he short of money?"

"Lack!"

Ding Zhigang nodded repeatedly, "You took the merchant ship, the one that Qian Jiyun took. Do you know who the boss behind the scenes is? It's Lu Anfu!"

Fang Zhixing couldn't help but hold his breath.

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

Fang Zhixing understood.

Lu Anfu cheated Dong Mingxuan and others. On the one hand, he did this offensive thing because of Luo Peiyun's instruction.

Another important reason should be that his merchant ship sank, and the loss was too great, resulting in a lack of funds, and he had to find a way 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 ended.

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, which should be a reward from the Dong family and also his bribe.

Because whether he can continue to work in the bow camp depends on Fang Zhixing's thoughts.

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

Huang Dashun and ten people gave 10,000 yuan, which was exactly the cost of the Dong family to bribe them.

The ten people in Dong Xianrong's team also gave 10,000 yuan each.

All others only gave 2,000 yuan.

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 the trophy I seized when I suppressed the bandits last time." Ding Zhigang introduced.

Fang Zhixing took it.

[Cold weapon: Seven-ring knife, the knife is 3 feet 5 inches long, the handle is 7 inches long, there are seven rings on the back, one ring every 3 inches and 5 minutes, and it weighs 6 kilograms]

Fang Zhixing drew the knife out of the sheath, held the knife in his hand, and felt it. It felt very comfortable.

He waved it casually a few times, and the large ring knife cut through the air, whirring and vigorous.

"Not bad, not bad, it won't poke a needle!"

Fang Zhixing was very satisfied. He just needed a good knife.