On the court, Shen Congxing, who got the ball, was once again shoveled to the ground by Zhao Ceying and rolled far away on the ground. The audience in the auditorium watched with excitement and burst into applause and cheers.
"Referee, referee!"
Shen Congxing was lying on the ground, holding his thigh and grinning, looking in great pain.
Gu Tingye passed by with a small wooden whistle in his mouth, casually glanced at Shen Congxing on the ground, and then curled his lips with disdain and said: "What a bitch!"
After saying that, he never looked at Shen Congxing again, and walked straight in the direction of the ball without looking back.
"You fucking talented girl!"
Shen Congxing was a little angry when he heard this, but he quickly rolled up from the ground and hurried back to the game.
At this time, Zhao Ceying, who had just completed a wonderful steal, used this fierce momentum to run rampant on the court, avoiding the interceptions of several red team players, and kicked the ball into the goal with a powerful volley.<
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The moment the ball entered the goal, the audience in the auditorium felt their blood boiling with excitement, and cheers resounded from the sky.
Even Zhao Zongquan, who was initially wondering how the Cuju competition turned into sumo wrestling, put aside his usual restraint and cheered loudly for his son's performance.
"Enjoyed, so enjoyable!"
At this moment, whether they were ordinary people and businessmen, or officials and gentry on the stage, they all let go of their usual restraints and shouted wildly.
The atmosphere was in full swing, burning from the auditorium to the stadium.
Shen Congxing, who was back on the field, became more and more impatient in order to catch up with the score that was being pulled further and further away. He directly bumped into Zhao Ceying who was dribbling the ball. The huge impact caused the two of them to be knocked to the ground. Because Shen Congxing was not as familiar with the rules as Zhao Ceying, he suffered the whole game. At this time, he was so anxious that he kicked the opponent. He didn't care whether the opponent was his own nephew or not, and he hit him with a fist as big as a sandbag.
Zhao Ceying didn't expect Shen Congxing to come here at all, so he punched her hard and looked at Shen Congxing in disbelief.
Zhao Ceying is young and energetic to begin with, so where is his temperament of not fighting back when beaten? What happened to my uncle? Who cares about this on the court, let alone you who beat me first!
Zhao Ceying immediately roared, clenched his fists and rushed over. Seeing this, the other blue team players also shared the same hatred and gathered around to help.
In the blink of an eye, a small conflict will turn into a group fight. Instead of being afraid, the audience in the auditorium cheers and cheers even more enthusiastically.
When Gu Tingye, who acted as the referee, saw this, he blew the wooden whistle in his mouth, and quickly rushed forward with the other two referees Geng Han and Duan Chengran to maintain order.
Gu Tingye has a good family background and is very skilled. He can be said to be an invincible opponent in Yuzhou regiment training. Shen Congxing and Zhao Ceying suffered losses under him more than once, so they naturally know how powerful they are.
Seeing Gu Tingye take action, the blood rushing to their foreheads gradually cooled down, and they gave up and backed away. The remaining members of the red and blue teams were quickly separated by Geng Han and Duan Chengran with brute force.
Seeing that the conflict did not escalate in the end, Wei Chen, who was on the general stage, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If there is bloodshed between the two sides, whether Zhao Ceying or Shen Congxing is injured, Wei Chen doesn't know how to explain to Zhao Zongquan.
Wei Chen turned his head and smiled coquettishly at Zhao Zongquan on the side: "It seems that it is not good if the game is too intense. This referee setting is still necessary..."
Zhao Zongquan: "..."
The red and blue sides, who had not started fighting, returned to the court, turning the anger accumulated in their chests into wonderful performances on the court, clashing left and right, going back and forth, it was so lively.
The players on the field worked hard, and the audience in the auditorium also tried their best to cheer for the team they supported, and the cheers became louder and louder.
It was obviously early summer, but there was a sweltering heat wave in the venue, one after another.
Finally, the game is coming to an end.
The red team gradually adapted to the new rules and gradually recovered the score. However, because the hole they dug for themselves was too big, they were still unable to recover, and the result of the game was settled.
In the end, the winner received a bonus of five hundred taels of silver, while the loser only received a small souvenir as a consolation prize: a jar of high-quality wolfberry produced in Yuzhou, the "Medicine Capital".
Shen Congxing was already in a bad mood after losing the competition, and he almost became angry when he received this so-called consolation prize.
This is a prize arranged by some unscrupulous guy. Isn’t this deliberately shabby?
This is simply unreasonable!
We must find our place again in the next game!
On the other side, Wei Chen, who had watched the game, was chatting with Zhao Zongquan about his next series of plans from the point guard stand.
"The school field for team training can only be borrowed temporarily. I plan to build an open-air stadium on the open space on the outskirts of the city and hold ball games every Friday."
"Build a dedicated stadium?" Zhao Zongquan was worried when he heard this: "Would this cost too much?"
Wei Chen shook his head and said: "Judging from the popularity of today's game, there will be at least three to four thousand spectators for a normal game in the future.
If a ticket is sold for ten cents a ticket, the ticket price alone is already a considerable amount of income.
In addition, coupled with the income from spectators eating, drinking and having fun, it will not take long to recover the cost of stadium construction and maintenance."
Wei Chen responded to Zhao Zongquan's words and briefly explained to Zhao Zongquan some examples of later generations using competitions to promote surrounding industries.
In fact, according to Wei Chen's plan, he also wanted to form a Cuju league, but after thinking about it carefully, he gave up.
Although Yuzhou has developed well over the past year, it is only a state after all and cannot bear such a large volume.
Wei Chen could only shelve this idea for the time being and slowly implement it in the future.
However, there are many wealthy businessmen from all over the world attending the competition today. These people have always had the keenest sense of business. They have witnessed the popularity of the Yuzhou Cuju competition with their own eyes, and it is impossible not to see the business opportunities in it.
With the promotion of interests, maybe there is no need for Wei Chen to personally wave the flag, and this "retro Cuju" has blossomed all over the country.
Although Zhao Zongquan heard that Wei was just part of Chen's plan about Cuju, he still admired Wei Chen's financial management methods. He sincerely sighed: "Xingyun is really like the reincarnation of Tao Zhugong, it seems that there is no time to worry about money.
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Wei Chen waved his hand modestly.
If you go in, you will be a general, if you go out, you will be Tao Zhu.
Fan Shaobo helped King Gou Jian of Yue to restore the country and destroy Wu, and then retired with great success. He took his beauty and went boating on the five lakes. He can be called a strange person through the ages.
Every time he recalled his thoughts and deeds, Wei Chen admired him endlessly. Although Wei Chen always thought highly of himself, he did not dare to compare with such sages.
"I wonder if I will be able to retire like Fan Li in the future and enjoy my old age with my wife and children?"