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Chapter Fifty: Living on the Street 4

"Well, that's right, you better understand the general idea." Yan Qiqi nodded and gave him an appreciative look.

Then, he continued, "I extend my thumb to defeat Xia Bei, and extend my little finger to defeat Shang Nan. You must obey my command, otherwise, not only will we have no place to live, but we will also be heavily in debt."

"Why do I hold out my little finger when I lose?" Shang Nan was dissatisfied again. He was much bigger than Xia Bei, so why should I hold out my little finger?

"Why are you so busy?" Yan Qiqi glared at him sideways and extended her middle finger to him, "When I extend my middle finger to you, you will be defeated by Xia Bei."

Shang Nan glanced at it and snorted: "That's pretty much it."

Yan Qiqi: "..."

There are also those who like to let others give him the middle finger.

He walked to the broken table used for setting up stalls on the roadside and put the paper, inkstone and pen in his hand on the table.

He also asked Xia Bei to find two lazy stools. He was originally asked to find one, but he always thought of his master, so he got two.

Yan Qiqi threw the copper coins in her hand not far away from the table and shouted: "Throw the money, throw the money, come and pick up the money."

As soon as she shouted, the people who were watching the acrobatics immediately swarmed over and grabbed the coins on the ground.

When the money was almost collected, Yan Qiqi stood up, cleared her throat, and said loudly: "Bet on the martial arts competition, I won money, I won money."

The clear and loud voice, coupled with the three words 'win money', immediately attracted everyone's attention, creating a commotion.

"Please be quiet and listen to me." Yan Qiqi made a quiet gesture, successfully calming everyone down.

He walked up to the crowd and shooed them away with both hands, "Come on, anyone who wants to win money should step back and clear some space."

All the people immediately retreated slowly towards the back, and soon one person was freed up, forming a semicircle around them.

After Yan Qiqi had done all this, she waved to Xia Bei and Shang Nan, signaling them to come over.

Then, pointing at the two of them, he raised his voice and said, "Let me introduce to you first. This one is called the thin man, and the other one is called the fat man."

Xia Bei and Shang Nan simultaneously shot dissatisfied looks at her.

Yan Qiqi ignored their dark faces and continued: "Later, I will let them compete in martial arts, and everyone can place bets on them. At that time, the money bet by the loser will be divided among the winners according to the amount of the bet.

"

As soon as she finished speaking, the crowd started talking.

"Then there's no need to guess. The fat guy with the dark face must have won. Look at his body, which is very powerful, while the thin guy is like a stick and can be knocked down with one punch."

When Xia Bei heard this, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

Although he is a little thinner, he is not like a matchstick. He is also a muscular man.

"I don't think so. People can't just look at their appearance. Although a fat person with a black face is tough and strong, he may be bloated, and a thin person may be hiding it."

"Well, that makes sense."

Xia Bei's hurt heart was finally made up for a little bit.

But Shang Nan was unwilling. If he hadn't been afraid of being punished by his master if he messed up the matter, he would have beaten the person who said this to the ground.

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it now, just listen to what I have to say."

Yan Qiqi signaled everyone to quiet down, and then explained the rules for betting on the competition.

"We provide people for everyone to place bets, but we also have to give us some money to hire people, so everyone who participates must come up with ten taels of silver as our hard work fee. No matter how many bets you place, we only

Draw ten taels of silver.

Anyone who wants to win money queues up to place bets here.”

Then, go back behind the table and put things in order.

He tugged at the man next to him who was waving his fan gracefully and watching the excitement, and ordered: "Grind the ink."

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