Although he has the intention to embarrass Qin Feng, since Qin Feng has not entered the club, Cai Dong will not actively seek trouble for him. This slap in the face needs to be heard in public to make people feel happy.
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Cai Dong is still very popular in the club. He has some research on red wine and can tell the origin and year of the wine very accurately. After a while, he was surrounded by people.
Of course, those who came here today were all participating in cockfighting and dogfighting. Xie Dazhi and others arrived about half an hour ago, and a total of more than forty people came. After Chang Xiangfeng gave a welcome speech, the group went to the villa
Walk to the cockfighting ring in the back.
Cockfighting was originally just a game that originated in Asia, and China is one of the oldest countries in the world that domesticated gamecocks.
Han Yu, a litterateur in the Tang Dynasty, once described the scene of a cockfight in a poem: "The chickens are bleeding and no longer crow, and they peck at the cocks so that they are hungry and discouraged. Why are they so anxious and frightened, but they are so cunning and cunning."
However, in modern times, especially when the Qing Dynasty invaded Guan and became rampant with the Eight Banners, cockfighting gradually evolved from a game to gambling.
Needless to say, folk cockfighting competitions are indispensable, with jackpots ranging from dozens to tens of thousands. Sometimes even official competitions will give a bonus to the champion, which is actually a disguised form of gambling.
As for these wealthy bosses who are usually busy with work, they will naturally not have time to watch the cockfighting game. What they value more is the bet that comes from winning or losing the cockfighting.
Fighting cocks are different from dog fighting. Few people raise and train fighting cocks. Most of them are provided by cockfighting farms. Before the game, the staff will introduce the performance and specific situation of each fighting cock in detail, allowing everyone to analyze and place bets.
According to the rules of Chang Xiangfeng Fighting Chicken Club, the starting point for winning or losing each bet is 10,000 yuan, with no upper limit. As a banker, Mr. Chang can make millions on this item every week.
Except for a few newcomers like Xie Dazhi, most people are familiar with the rules.
Not long after the meeting, the cockfight officially started, and the roar of cheers was heard in the manor. To a certain extent, it was a release of nervousness and stress for those who came here——
"Brother Feng, it was so exciting. I killed two of them in just a short while!"
Xie Xuan hurriedly ran from the cockfighting ring to the edge of the racecourse, his fat face covered with sweat, and he danced and said: "The fighting cocks here are much better than those in the flower and bird market. Every chicken is so big and has a long neck."
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While talking, Xie Xuan also opened his hands to gesture. If he wasn't afraid that Boss Feng would be bored here alone, Xie Xuan would never come here. Even so, his head couldn't help but look at the cockfighting ring.
"Xuanzi, go and see it. It's not like I've never seen a cockfight before."
Qin Feng smiled and waved his hand, and picked up the glass of red wine from the table. Different from the way most people in the club served wine, Qin Feng tightly held the handle of the wine glass with three fingers without touching it at all.
The cup body above.
Qin Feng's way of holding the wine glass is very particular. He does not let his skin touch the body of the glass, so that the temperature of his hand will not affect the taste of the red wine. Of course, people who are not good at wine tasting will not be able to drink this kind of wine.
The difference comes from.
If Cai Dong is here now, he will definitely doubt Qin Feng's identity. You know, drinking red wine in China has only happened in the past two years. How can those country bumpkins who are immersed in white wine all day know how to drink red wine?
method?
"Hey, I said Xie Xuan, isn't this how you drink?"
Seeing Xie Xuan sit down, pour himself a glass of red wine and drink it in one breath, Qin Feng said with a bit of laughter: "This bottle of wine costs more than two thousand at least, Xuanzi, do you drink like this?" ?”
"More than two thousand? Brother Feng, is it so expensive?"
Xie Xuan's attention was diverted from the cockfight. He looked around at the wine bottle, curled his lips and said, "They are all foreign words, and I don't recognize any of them. There are dozens of bottles in the club. How can it be so expensive?”
“It’s really that expensive.”
Qin Feng shook his head and said: "So Fourth Master Chang is very generous. These wines are all fermented in authentic French vineyards. They are about ten years old. Including the cost of air transportation, it is only a lot more."
When I followed Zai Shi, Qin Feng drank even better red wine than this. In order to maintain the taste of the red wine, Zai Shi even bought a wine storage cabinet, and Qin Feng drank one bottle of wine for a whole month.
"Ahem, it doesn't matter how much it costs, I'll get two more bottles later."
At this time, there was another cheering sound in the distance, which made Xie Xuan feel itchy in his heart. He pulled Qin Feng and said: "Brother Feng, please send Dahuang to the dog farm first. Look at it lying here and not moving." , what kind of walk is that?”
"You don't need to accompany me, just go and see it by yourself. I just took Rhubarb for a run."
"Brother Feng, then... shall I go then?" Xie Xuan is a lively person, especially this kind of cockfighting competition with a colorful header, which seems to make people excited.
"Go ahead, I'll go back and wander around the horse gallery. There seem to be some good horses there."
Qin Feng waved his hand and drove Xie Xuan away. It was the transition season between spring and summer. Sitting under this sun umbrella, drinking red wine and blowing the drowsy breeze, this artistic conception was better than that. The noisy atmosphere of the cockfighting ring is much stronger.
The Outer Eight Sects did not have any skills related to cockfighting or dogfighting, but the master Qin Feng followed was well versed in this.
From ancient times to the present, when it comes to the most playful group, no one can compare with the Eight Banners disciples of the Qing Dynasty. Since they were born in the Qing Dynasty, they were not allowed to engage in commercial farming and were supported by the state. They were extremely bored and spent all day thinking about things. How to play.
Just like Zai, when he was four or five years old, he would play with his bare buttocks behind adults. When he was a teenager, he even visited the Bada Hutong, and there were more people than him who were ridiculous.
Therefore, Qin Feng is no stranger to cockfighting. On the contrary, he also knows many of its secrets. However, he just wants to take Rhubarb out and run freely today, and cockfighting is not very attractive to him.
After sitting for a while, Qin Feng took Dahuang and walked around the manor. The size of Master Chang's manor made Qin Feng a little dumbfounded, because in addition to the horse farm, dog farm, cockfighting ring, there is a constant temperature all year round around the club. Indoor swimming pool, golf driving range, badminton hall and a luxury screening room.
In addition, there are three townhouses in the club with a total of forty-eight rooms, all of which are decorated according to five-star standards. Chang Xiangfeng does not invite more than fifty people at a time, perhaps for this reason.
"It's better to have money. Living here is much better than living in the city."
Before his sister disappeared, Qin Feng's desire for money was undoubtedly very strong, but when he met Zai Shi after he was imprisoned, Qin Feng's desire suddenly decreased a lot, and money did not seem to be that important.
But when Qin Feng saw Chang Xiangfeng's manor, he had a strong desire to make money. People live only once and for all, and if they can live more comfortably, why should they wrong themselves?
"Betting, cheating and stealing? Grandma, why is this all what master taught me?"
Qin Feng thought about it in his mind and immediately realized that he knew a lot of things and could make money, but his methods were a bit clumsy and basically benefited himself at the expense of others.
Shaking his head, Qin Feng put all those selfish thoughts out of his mind. According to Zai Shi, if he uses those skills because of desire, he will be no different from Yanzi Li San back then, and he will not die well sooner or later.
"If you run that antique shop well, the profit should be high."
An idea came to Qin Feng's mind. He didn't want to harm the living, but he didn't feel any psychological pressure at all when he harmed the dead. Who allowed those big dogs to bury so many things with them?
After getting rid of Yuan Bingqi, Qin Feng was full of longing for life for the first time after setting the goal of going to college. This trip was not in vain, at least money became important in Qin Feng's heart again.
"Little brother, we're going to have dinner later, please let the dog in."
After wandering around for a while, Qin Feng actually moved to the dog farm. Lao Yun, who was busy there, saw him, smiled and said hello, saying: "The dog rooms here are all separate, and they are all soundproofed. , it’ll be fine if you let your big yellow dog in, let him rest for a while.”
As the name suggests, dog fighting has an aggressive element in its nature, so the requirements for a temporary dog house to house fighting dogs are very high and require dedicated care. After all, every fighting dog here is worth a lot of money.
Unlike ordinary dogs, fighting dogs don't like to bark very much. Apart from the low growls of some dogs, the large dog farm seemed particularly quiet. However, Qin Feng discovered that as soon as Dahuang came here, the hair on his neck exploded. stand up.
"Little brother, where did your dog come from? Native dogs are not that big."
Lao Yun is the manager of the dog farm. He has seen at least tens of thousands of dogs, but he is a little confused about Qin Feng's Rhubarb.
To say that Dahuang is a local dog, it is a bit too big, and Lao Yun also discovered a detail that ordinary people did not notice.
That is, fighting dogs often have a violent aura. Ordinary dogs will often turn around and run away in fear in front of them, or they will bark endlessly to relieve their fear.
But Qin Feng, the dog, had the same calm expression as his owner after seeing the Caucasian dog, without any reaction.
Lao Yun knew that unlike humans, dogs could hide their inner panic, so there was only one explanation that made sense, that is, this ordinary-looking big yellow dog was not afraid of the Caucasian dog at all. Only those who are fearless can be fearless.
"I picked it up when I was a kid. I don't know what kind it is."
Qin Feng looked carefully at the isolated kennel, nodded, and said: "Then let Rhubarb stay here for a while. By the way, Uncle Yun, Rhubarb only eats beef, whether it is raw or cooked."
After taking Dahuang around for a whole morning, Qin Feng could see that Dahuang was also a little tired. The environment of the kennel here was very good, but he did not expect any other dogs to cause trouble for Dahuang——
PS: Second update, it’s a big plot, I’m too lazy to think of another name, so I’ll just use dog fighting, but intersperse it with something else, don’t you guys have any opinions? Well, please subscribe and give me a monthly pass, it’s really exciting these days. Very diligent! (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
