Liu Yuning felt that her hair was about to fall out when she participated in an international competition this time. "It's just a competition. Why does it feel like I'm watching a palace drama?"
Hu Baobao chuckled, "Everything has its own hidden rules, and the same goes for fighting robot competitions, but many people don't know it. Wherever there are people, there will be fights."
"However, I still believe in my players and believe that they can overcome the difficulties at hand. If the opponent really uses this method, we can't use it as an excuse for the difference in strength, right? Since the opponent is strong, we can only become
You have to be stronger to compete with them."
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After the members of the Red Star Team left the conference room, they walked towards their hotel.
When Weslin just left the stadium entrance, he saw Xhaka standing in front of a street food vendor, pointing at a pancake.
"You guys go back first, I have something to do." After saying that, he walked in the direction of Zaka.
"I don't want eggs, I don't want fruits. I want everything else."
The owner of the pancake and fruit stand looked up at Zaka with a strange look, then rolled a green onion in a pancake, spread a little sauce on it and handed it to him.
"The way you eat it, why don't you just get a green onion?" Weslin suddenly said.
Zhaka took a big bite of the pancake rolled with green onions. When he saw it was Weslin, he replied: "I used to eat eggs every day, and I have long been tired of them. I want to change my taste."
Speaking of this, Zhaka suddenly moved his face closer to Weslin and asked quietly: "Hey, I heard that eating more green onions is good for men, is it true?"
Weslin was stunned for a moment and said with some embarrassment: "Uh... from the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, this is indeed the case."
After hearing what Weslin said, Zaka immediately took two more big bites.
"What do you want from me?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to come over and congratulate you for entering the top 20." Weslin said with a smile.
After hearing this, Xhaka immediately showed a depressed expression, "Forget it, I want to go home, but who knew those guys were so useless, fighting each other and killing each other, waiting for me to take action
By that time, they could no longer move."
"To be honest, I want more time to work and make money. If I continue, I won't be able to win the championship. If I can't win the championship, there will be no bonus. It's a waste of time."
Weslin already knew about Zaka's family affairs before, and he wanted to make money to treat his sister's illness.
So for him, anything that doesn't make money is not serious business.
"Then what are your plans? Give up?"
Zhaka took off the red peaked cap on his head and scratched his hair, "I can only take one step to watch a movie, otherwise what can I do? If I quit on my own, I won't be beaten to death when I return to Mexico. Now Razor will kill me too
Kicked out, I am a zero-income person!"
Speaking of this, Zhaka suddenly came up with a plan and looked at Weslin with flattering eyes, "By the way, does your team need anyone to do anything? I charge very cheaply! Wash dishes, wash the toilet, even carry bags.
sure!"
Weslin's eyelids twitched subconsciously, and he said awkwardly: "You... you can't. Sorry, we are not short of people."
"Really? In that case... By the way, do you know where there is a wholesale market nearby? Maybe I can set up a street stall! I see, don't many people in your Tang country set up street stalls?"
"Aren't you afraid of encountering the urban management? Do you have a license?"
"Otherwise, I'll go find Bobi Sean and the others. The Casal team also lost today, but I heard that they don't plan to go back immediately and want to continue selling barbecue. Maybe I can go and discuss the work share with them.
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Weslin looked helplessly at the guy in front of him who was thinking about money, feeling like he was looking at a freak.
I find it troublesome to compete, but as long as it's about making money, I'm definitely interested.
After leaving Weslin, Zhaka returned to his hotel alone.
Because he was the only one left in the Mexican Spades team, the players who lost the game checked out of their rooms one after another and boarded the plane back to Mexico in advance.
So now, Xhaka himself is the only one left in the entire Spade team.
In their eyes, even Xhaka alone would have difficulty completing the rest of the game.
So before going back, the coach had already left a message to Xhaka, "Go back as soon as you finish the next game. Don't stay here too long."
For a team like Spades whose players leave early before completing the game, Xhaka is indeed a little disappointed.
After Zhaka packed his luggage at the hotel, he moved to a nearby small hotel.
For him, joining the team was originally just for profit. In addition, his relationship with the team members was not very good and he seemed to be very unsociable, so he met with such a result.
The team members felt that he could handle anything by himself anyway, so there was no point in us staying here.
The coach felt that he was disobedient to discipline and was like a wild horse that was difficult to tame, so he naturally did not want to control him.
It is estimated that after returning from this game, Xhaka will also be kicked out from the Spade team.
Boom!
At this moment, there was a knock on the room outside his door.
After hearing this, Zhaka came to the door and said impatiently: "I just moved in, who is so annoying to disturb me?"
As soon as I opened the door, I saw a courier standing at the door, holding a packaged package in his hand.
"Is it Mr. Zaka?" the courier asked.
Zhaka looked the courier up and down carefully, and his eyes gradually became wary, "How did you find this place? I just moved in."
"Someone gave me an address to deliver it to. Please sign for it first."
Zhaka carefully looked at the courier in the courier's hand and felt that there was definitely nothing good in it.
"Sorry, I didn't order express delivery, so I can't receive it."
"Sir, it's difficult for us to do this. And the employer has left a message saying that if you don't accept it, you will regret it."
"You threaten me?"
The courier didn't speak, but looked at Zaka with a professional smile on his face.
Zhaka simply ignored him and closed the door directly.
An hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhaka was lying on the sofa watching TV and listening carefully to the movement outside the door.
Ever since he gave the courier a shut-down, there had been no sound outside. He estimated that the guy had already left.