"Hey, stop."
Xu Qinglang pushed open the door of the bookstore and shouted to the tattooed man in front who had just stopped coughing.
The tattooed man was stunned for a moment, then turned sideways, still holding the cigarette in his mouth. He looked at Xu Qinglang with a kind of lustful amusement in his eyes and said:
"Dude, I was just about to say, you look so good, did you get it from Thailand?"
“… …”Xu Qinglang.
"Hey, buddy, what's up? You're not here to get back the 100 yuan, are you? Let me tell you, your boss said it's free, so don't even think about taking it from me. When you run a store and do business, you have to be honest, right?"
The tattooed guy gives me a very cool look.
"It's alright, I just came out to say goodnight to you."
Xu Qinglang shook his head naturally, turned around, and returned to the study without taking away a single cloud.
Good night
The tattooed man was stunned for a moment, wondering in his heart, could it be that this man has a crush on him
I am very upright.
But this guy is so handsome,
It seems understandable to bend occasionally, right
Isn't a real man supposed to be able to bend and stretch
The tattooed man kept adding drama to himself, but he didn't know that because of his bad mouth, he lost his lifeline.
Zhou Ze saw Xu Qinglang came back soon after he went out, and said with some surprise:
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Xu Qinglang walked behind the bar and made himself a cocktail. "I'm too lazy to save him."
"oh."
Zhou Ze responded but said nothing.
Even if you are not related to me, I will help you if I like you. It's just a piece of cake.
There's nothing wrong with turning a blind eye if someone doesn't like you.
In fact, Lao Xu was a very positive person at the beginning. He once advised Zhou Ze to help others, and Zhou Ze was very annoyed with him at that time.
Now, not only has Xu Qinglang's lifestyle become a slacker due to Zhou Ze, but he has also become indifferent in this aspect.
Maybe it's because I've seen too many dead souls and their tragic stories. If you see anything too many times, you'll become numb to it.
In the first half of the game, Tongcheng Zhiyun team fell behind by two goals, which caused more than half of the spectators here to disappear at once. Most people were just there to watch the fun and support their hometown team based on their instinctive preference. But when they saw that they were two goals behind in the first half, and it was a low-level league team playing against a Chinese Super League team, everyone felt that there was no hope and did not want to watch it anymore.
However, there were two middle-aged men sitting next to Zhou Ze who were watching with great interest. One of them was wearing a red shirt and sat there watching without saying a word from beginning to end.
One was leaning against the side of the bar, with a cane and a briefcase in his hand.
These two people are actually not very old, probably around forty years old.
"It's hopeless. It's hopeless."
The middle-aged man with crutches sighed with some regret.
The two young men next to him glared at him unhappily. Obviously, they felt that you could choose not to look at it at this time, but it would be annoying if you were to criticize it here.
The middle-aged man was not angry and continued to drink the cocktail in his hand. This was a cocktail that cost 98 yuan. After the middle-aged man came in, he specifically asked about the price. He felt that ordering ice water would not make up for the cost, but ordering this was basically worth the minimum consumption, so it was not a loss.
In fact, he is a person who lives a frugal life. It is really surprising that such a person would be willing to walk into a black shop with a minimum consumption of one hundred yuan.
He himself didn't know why, but he passed by here while doing business and happened to see the game being played inside, so he walked in and sat down.
"We're only two behind, that shouldn't be the case." Zhou Ze said.
Boss Zhou is not a football fan, but he watched the first half of the game. The two teams actually played back and forth, but Tongcheng team was unlucky and conceded two goals to the Chinese Super League team. In fact, the opportunities were equal.
"It's different, it's different." The middle-aged man took a sip of wine and explained like an expert commentator: "In fact, it is inevitable that the Chinese Super League team will feel a little uncomfortable at the beginning when playing against the China League Two team.
Because according to the regulations of the Football Association, there cannot be foreign players in the China League Two, and all players are Chinese. But there are foreign players in the Chinese Super League, and in recent years, more and more capital giants have entered the Chinese Super League, and the foreign players bought are getting stronger and stronger, and even big-name stars in their prime can be bought.
Therefore, the Chinese Super League teams are heavily dependent on foreign players, whether in games or training. It is a bit uncomfortable for them to play games without foreign players. The China League Two teams have no foreign players, so they can play the same way as usual, which leads to better cooperation.
Therefore, the first half is the key to the upset, and through the first half, the Chinese Super League teams can adapt to the rhythm without foreign aid. In addition, the strength of the Chinese players in the Chinese Super League teams is much higher than that of the China League Two, so they often play better in the second half than in the first half.
Now the problem is that in the first half, when they had the best chance, this China League Two team fell behind by two points. In the second half, they had even less chance. Moreover, this Chinese Super League team was the defending champion of the last FA Cup, so they would not take it lightly. ”
The middle-aged man analyzed everything, but Zhou Ze just nodded silently. He suddenly felt unsatisfied and continued, "Boss, believe me, this game can't be overturned. Look at these young people, they are just making a fuss."
Zhou Ze did not comment. It happened that Xu Qinglang had just mixed a glass of wine for himself, so Zhou Ze took the opportunity to pass it to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man accepted it with a smile and was not polite.
It seemed that he had drunk a little too much, and the middle-aged man kept hitting his lame leg with his hand from time to time.
"Were you an athlete before?" Zhou Ze asked.
"Ah, yes." The middle-aged man showed a look of reminiscence, "I used to play football, but I wasn't as famous as General Fan and Cannon Hao. I was just a small substitute, and the team I played for was not big. Now that team is gone."
“What a pity.”
"It's nothing to regret, just bad luck." The middle-aged man pointed at the wine glass and said, "Boss, if you waive this bill for me, I will tell you a secret in the football circle."
"No thanks."
"That's great." The middle-aged man sighed and said, "I didn't catch up with the good times. At that time, in the early 2000s, the football circle was chaotic and shady. It's not like now. Now you know, all these big bosses are involved in football. They have a lot of money, good treatment, and can easily make hundreds of millions of dollars."
Zhou Ze nodded, indicating that he was listening.
At this moment, the second half of the game had begun. The few spectators in the bookstore were still watching, as most people had already checked out and left during the halftime break.
"We couldn't do it at that time. It's not a question of whether you want to or not, but it's the same from top to bottom. Not to mention the big guys, even the club manager and the head coach played it that way. As a small player, what else can you do
At the beginning, I was not good enough to play in the Chinese Super League, but the general manager kept me and paid me. I knew why. "
"Is this how your leg became lame?" Zhou Ze asked.
The middle-aged man nodded, "Haha, Boss, don't get me wrong, I'm not refusing to play a fixed match and get crippled, I'm just damn depressed.
I remember that game, we played against a mid-to-lower-level team. In fact, this kind of game is the easiest to make bets on, because everyone is from the mid-to-lower-level team, so any result is normal and outsiders would not find it too surprising, unlike those teams competing for the championship or the qualification for the AFC Champions League, where so many eyes are watching.
In that game, the dealer sent me a notice asking me to bet on a losing game.
Let me tell you, the bookmaker generally won't bribe too many people in the team, maybe one here and one there, at most two, especially the bribery of the defense line is easy to handle, it's too easy to miss a ball or let a ball go. It's impossible for everyone from top to bottom to be the bookmaker's people, firstly, the cost is high, and secondly, too many people will easily leak the news and cause problems.
As luck would have it, the foreign players in our team performed extremely well in that game, as if they were injected with chicken blood, and they scored two goals in the first ten minutes of the game.
Bookmakers generally don’t dare to bribe foreign players, as they may be replaced at any time. What if they return to their home country and leak some information to any media? What should they do then
Unlike our local ones, our roots and circles are all in the country, so it is easy for the bookmakers to control us and they don’t have to worry about any problems happening to us.
In that game, I kept missing people and conceded a penalty kick. Finally, in the 80th minute, the opponent scored three goals and took the lead. It really exhausted me.
Before the end of the game, I, as a defensive midfielder, simply ran forward to become a forward since I didn't want to defend anyway.
Who knew that by coincidence, a big kick from our backcourt actually went through the opponent's defense line and landed in front of me.
I was completely stunned at the time, but you couldn't just not kick the ball when it was in front of you, that would be too fake. So I kicked it symbolically, deliberately missing it. The ball was going very slowly, and it was a shot that the goalkeeper could stop with his feet.
But damn, the opponent's goalkeeper seemed to be too nervous and actually fell down, and then my shot that even my grandmother could save actually went in.
When I saw the ball slowly rolling into the goal line, I was completely despaired.
After the game, the bookmaker found me and broke my leg. Haha, I was not a star player. Of course, star players at that time also played match-fixing, and several of them were sent to prison. But if I had some fame, they would not dare to do this to me. Who told me that I was just a substitute in a small team at that time? This leg was the price, because my goal caused the bookmaker to lose tens of millions, and tens of millions at that time were valuable. "
At this time, there was a cheer from the young people in front.
Zhou Ze looked at the screen and saw that Tongcheng team had scored a goal and was now trailing 1-2.
"Oh, one more goal?" The middle-aged man was a little surprised.
Less than three minutes later,
There was another round of cheers.
It’s tied!
The score is tied!
The middle-aged man stood up suddenly, a look of disbelief on his face.
"Is it a fixed match?" Zhou Ze asked.
"No, it shouldn't be, and it can't be. That Chinese Super League team can't possibly want to lose. There is a big group behind it, and they don't care about the money from gambling."
At this time, several young people in the bookstore kept shouting, "Come on, come on, bring one more in," etc.
Then,
Before the end of the game,
Tongcheng team actually scored another goal, overtook the score, and eventually eliminated the Chinese Super League team that was two levels higher than them, creating a miracle and a big upset.
The middle-aged man pursed his lips, smiled at Zhou Ze, then limped out of the bookstore on crutches.
Zhou Ze waived his bill, so he didn't pay.
The game was over and everyone else in the bookstore left, but the man in the red shirt kept sitting there. He didn't cheer or say anything throughout the game, he just sat there and watched attentively.
"Hey, it's time to get going." Zhou Ze reached out and patted the other man's shoulder. "Before I went to the underworld, I showed you a game to entertain you. Was that good of you?"
The man in the red shirt was stunned for a moment, nodded, then looked at Zhou Ze, stammered a few times, and said, "The goalkeeper that the cripple mentioned before is me."
Zhou Ze was a little surprised when he heard this.
"That year, I was playing against another small dealer, and I conceded two goals to the opponent's foreign players at the beginning of the game. Who knew that the other guy could concede more goals than me and even surpassed me.
hehe,
His final shot was so slow and soft that I had no choice but to pretend to fall and let the ball go in. ”
"Are you guys playing a game or playing Infernal Affairs?" Zhou Ze was speechless, then asked, "How did you die?"
"He died in a car accident." The man in the red shirt shook his head helplessly. "I've been retired for more than ten years. A while ago, I was driving on the road and saw some elementary school students playing football near the roadside vase. A ball flew right over to my side and hit my car window. I got scared and turned the wrong way into the wrong lane.
Then there was a car accident.
It was actually a minor car accident. The minibus on the opposite side was obviously driving very slowly, really very slowly, not fast at all;
I just hit my head and was sent to the hospital. At first, nothing happened.
Then the day before he was to be discharged, he died inexplicably in the hospital, apparently from a concussion.
you say,
Isn’t it funny? "