Chapter 333

Wang Yang returned to the room, sat on the edge of the couch beside the iron stove, rubbed his hands and felt deeply moved. "What the hell is it today? The Feng Shui is wrong? It's all about this kind of inconspicuous club name..."

"It's normal for such a club to have a name. Wan doesn't think there is any problem. Just like our Cuju club, isn't the name quite distinctive?"

After thinking about it, Wang Yang slapped his thigh and he must not succumb to the tyranny of those ugly forces.

"But that's better than the old Han family under Xiaohengqiao. Such a long name cannot be used, there must be restrictions. The limited team name cannot exceed five words, otherwise it may be possible to have another Cuju team "Old Han family at the east end of Xiaohengqiao on the west side of Tokyo Bianliang" in the Cuju team. How can this be done?"

"...Are we too much control?" Wan Bin looked at Wang Yang with a sense of justice and asked with amusement. "What if they don't want to?"

"If you change it, you have to change it. If you don't change it, you have to change it. Otherwise, he won't participate in this spring Cuju competition." Wang Yang stood up and was about to go over to notify the registration personnel. At this moment, he saw His Royal Highness Zhao Ji, the prince Duan, rushing in with a gossip on his face.

"Brother Wushan, something big happened, something happened in the court again." As soon as he entered the room, Zhao Ji shouted at Wang Yang and said authentically.

"What happened?" Wang Yang was stunned.

"Mr. Dongpo played a big game today and didn't want to stay in the court anymore. I asked for an outside transfer." Zhao Ji rushed into the room and poured himself a cup of tea and drank it all.

"Outside adjustment? It seems that Mr. Dongpo can't withstand the pressure..." Wang Yang couldn't help but sigh. It seems that Mr. Dongpo continued to walk on the old path of history again.

Su Dongpo finally couldn't stand it anymore and was attacked by countless old party officials day and night. In anger, he asked the Empress Dowager for external transfer, but the Empress Dowager politely advised him to stay in court.

However, this proved one thing, that is, Su Dada was already a little discouraged and originally wanted to do something after returning to the court, but unexpectedly, since he was injured and went to work, who could stand it if he could do such a thing every day?

Dada Su was just full of passion and righteousness. He was not as shameless as Wang Yang. He was scolded too much and became discouraged. He felt that it was better to go to another place than staying in the court.

Zhao Ji smashed his mouth and sighed helplessly. "Yes, no one can stand anyone who makes people pour dirty water on their bodies all day long. Moreover, over the past few years, Mr. Dongpo has been in office and has lived a more comfortable life. It is not like this court, which has been intriguing and striving for profits all day long..."

Although Wang Yang really hopes that Su Dongpo, a literary giant, can stay in Tokyo Bianliang, at most he can only persuade him a few words, whether he listens to it depends on the other party.

However, with the temper of Su idol who likes to yell when he sees unevenness, it is indeed easy to offend people when he stays in the court. If he arrives at a place, he is famous for Master Su and his prestige in the court and the prestige he has, he will definitely be able to live a more relaxed life than in the imperial capital.

The old party in the court probably hopes that the pioneer of the old party would be better off continuing to wander around and freely. It is much better than chatting in the court all day and attacking one's own people.

"We can't control Mr. Dongpo's affairs, but in this Cuju Club competition, you, the dignified Prince Duan, have to have some snacks. Come and show you something..." Wang Yang walked to the side, opened a wooden box, and took out a round cloth pocket from it.

"Isn't this a Cuju ball? Hey, I feel that this seems to be a little different from what we usually play, and it seems to be a little heavier." Zhao Ji took it in his hand, feeling this brand new ball made of hexagonal leather on the surface, and couldn't help but start to rush with his feet with novelty on his face.

"Okay, it feels really good, very elastic, but it just feels a little heavy, not like the kind of Cuju balls between us." Zhao Ji is worthy of being an old driver on the court, and soon found the shortcomings of this sturdy ball.

"That's because our Cuju balls were mostly used to play with fun, so they are mainly light and agile. The consequence of lightness is that if you kick a little farther, the ball will be easily floated and not easy to control. Moreover, because the filling and sewing in the Cuju ball are unqualified, it is easy to break. It is common for a game to kick one or two of them..."

But this kind of Cuju ball does not. It uses the best nitrate beef slope, and it has been hand-sewn. The filling inside is neither a blown pig urine bubble nor a kind of thatch that is easily affected by moisture, but is made of tougher bamboo strips.

"The strength of such a ball is stronger than that of our usual Cuju ball. There will be no embarrassing situation where we broke the ball when we shot vigorously two days ago."

"Okay, I'll try it first and see if it's really like my brother said..." Zhao Ji picked it up quickly with his feet, caught the ball with his hands, and couldn't wait to run out.

When Zhao Ji arrived at the open space outside the door, he began to rush the ball with great enthusiasm. After seeing Wang Yang coming out with helpless look, he shouted, then sent the instep, and picked the new ball directly and flew towards Wang Yang several feet away.

Wang Yang kicked the ball towards the ball and stopped the ball steadily. Seeing Zhao Ji, who was rushing around on the opposite side, he looked like he was looking forward to greeting Feixiu. Well, fortunately, Zhao Ji didn't know the image of the border herder, otherwise this guy might stick his tongue out and gesture.

Wang Yang kicked the ball with a casual little whirlwind. Zhao Ji did catch it steadily. The guy simply asked Liang Shicheng and Tong Guan to be a match for him. He was sweating all over his head, and then he reluctantly rushed back to the house and fed a big mouthful of cold water.

"Sir, this kind of ball is really good. Although it is heavier than the past Cuju ball, it has become much faster and is very elastic..." He is worthy of being a fool. Except for the emperor, he is very good at doing everything else. At least after playing for a while, he can evaluate the difference between this new ball and the old Cuju ball with great experience.

"Well, since I think it's good, then we will list this kind of ball as a game ball." Wang Yang nodded and turned around and asked the cobblers to step up the production.

After all, it is a competition with an investment of nearly 10,000 yuan. There are not 300 or 500 balls for the game, but there are still 100 or 200 balls. Because the balls are now handmade, in order to prevent quality problems, there are no balls to play on the court, and five or six balls will be prepared in each game.

The fifth issue of "Tokyo Houbao" is nearly 30,000 copies, but it was still swept away in the shortest time. Nowadays, people on the streets and alleys are talking about the characters in "The Romance of the Gods", whether it is Jiang Ziya, who has married an ugly and evil fat woman with a white hair.

It is precisely because of the existence of stories like "The Romance of the Gods" and "One Thousand and One Nights" that the sixth issue of "Tokyo Houbao" and the sixth issue that finally started charging did not have the same sales as everyone imagined.
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