Reborn King of Marketing

"You, please be sensible, this is their home court!" Boliswa showed an anxious look on her face, and her tone was full of blame.

Zhang Xuebing smiled lightly, wiped his leather shoes with the glove, threw them on the ground, and looked at Ivan provocatively.

"It's not that the Raptors can't cross the river. I don't care whose home field it is today, just come over here!"

The reason for provoking the other party in this way is not because Zhang Xuebing is arrogant, but because today's situation is really weird. Only by breaking through this weirdness can we understand the other party's true intentions.

It just so happened that Boliswa, a bad girl, was secretly igniting the fire and handing over the knife, so Zhang Xuebing took advantage of the situation and simply made the matter bigger, so that he wouldn't have to clean up the mess by himself in the end.

Boliswa's face showed a bit of worry, and she lowered her voice and spoke in Zhang Xuebing's ear.

"They have received special training. Even if they come to fight, you will probably suffer a loss. I don't think so. At worst, I will dance with him!"

This girl has a very bad conscience. Isn't saying this just to arouse the man's anger and make the conflict more intense?

Zhang Xuebing immediately followed his plan and said with a naive smile, "If you are the referee, I won't be able to suffer the loss!"

It happened that at this time, Ivan also recommended Bolisva to be the referee.

"In this case, I will announce the method and rules of the duel. Each side will pose a puzzle to the other side. Whichever side can't do it will lose, and vice versa. The winner will be determined in two rounds. First, neither side is allowed to use force. Second, both sides are not allowed to use force during the game.

You cannot leave this hall. The questions asked must also be related to the hall. The third party can only answer the questions by themselves. Others are not allowed to give advice or help. Anyone who violates this will be considered as a loser!"

Boliswa shrugged and said in Zhang Xuebing's ear affectionately, "Senior brother, this is all for you, don't make me look bad!"

Zhang Xuebing showed a wicked smile and pinched her pert buttocks hard, "Then senior brother, I have to thank you!"

Boliswa had been slapped just now, and she was still in burning pain. This one pinched the injured area just now, and she almost screamed out in pain, and gave Zhang Xuebing a roll of her eyes angrily.

When this scene falls in the eyes of those people, it will only add fuel to the fire and make them even more angry.

Ivan growled, "Okay, I agree to the rules, let's get started!"

The pot-bellied Levikov said suddenly.

"This kind of duel should have a winner, otherwise what's the point of just fighting to win or lose?"

The people of Screw Country love lottery from the bottom of their hearts. They even like to play roulette when drinking. This is especially true for the upper class.

Livykov's words touched their hearts, and everyone immediately agreed that both parties should make an agreement and win the prize.

Some people even encouraged Liwykov to open the market directly and let everyone place bets on the outcome of both sides.

Liweikov was afraid that the world would be in chaos, so he immediately found a small square table, took paper and pen, and even opened the odds. He would pay whatever he bet, Zhang Xuebing would pay four for one, Ivan would pay one point and five for one, and two for a draw.

Zhang Xuebing was very angry when he saw the odds. He was looking down on others. This obviously meant that Ivan was certain to win.

If it were a martial arts competition, Zhang Xuebing would be self-aware, but this was a civil fight, and after hearing the rules, he felt that he had a great chance of winning.

So he called Shitou and asked him to bet heavily on himself.

When everyone at the dance heard about the lucky draw, they immediately stopped eating, drinking, singing and dancing, and gathered around. Even the music stopped.

After a while, the area of ​​​​110 square meters was completely surrounded.

Natasha and the old scholar actually appeared in the crowd and joined in the fun.

After Shitou placed his bet, he walked to Zhang Xuebing with the note and continued to act as a translator, "Brother Xiaobing, come on, we must win!"

Zhang Xuebing suddenly asked, "How much did you bet?"

Shitou smiled confidently and waved his fist to encourage Zhang Xuebing, "I bet all my money, you must win!"

If he hadn't been needed as a translator, Zhang Xuebing would have really wanted to kick him down the mountain.

This time I spent all my money on Shitou, about 50,000 yuan. This guy actually bet all the money. If he loses, he won't even have the money to buy the train ticket!

The spectators rushed to place their bets, and soon there were all kinds of banknotes, watches, jewelry, and even a golden pistol on Levikov's table.

Everyone continued to place bets, and someone else found a table to put these things on.

Zhang Xuebing glanced at it and found that almost everyone was betting on Ivan. He only had two piles of banknotes on his side, which were just dropped by the stone.

At this moment, Boliswa walked over and placed the Rolex on her wrist on Zhang Xuebing.

"Senior brother, people are optimistic about you. You must win. If you lose, you have to give them another watch!"

Zhang Xuebing gritted his teeth in his heart and secretly scolded the bad girl Green Tea Bitch. On the surface, he was calm and calm, "Okay, okay, I'll give you a watch, I'll give you a watch!"

Finally, all the bettors stopped. Boliswa stood gracefully in the middle of the open space, a coin appeared in her slender fingers, and she said loudly.

"Now I announce that the intellectual duel between Zhang Xuebing and Ivan will now begin. Please guess a coin to decide who will answer the question first!"

Zhang Xuebing and Ivan looked at each other like two dueling roosters, one on the left and the other on the right. Anger and murderous intent filled the air between them, as if a spark could detonate them.

"I guess heads!" Zhang Xuebing said.

"I guess tail!" Ivan growled.

Boliswa smiled, clapped her right hand with her left hand, and the coin was suddenly thrown up, spinning with dazzling light under the bright light.

When the coin fell to the ground, Boliswa stretched out her hand, caught it in her hand, and showed it to everyone around her to show fairness.

"front!"

"Oh, it's the front, the Chinese take advantage!"

In fact, in this kind of duel with one question each, it doesn't matter who comes first and who comes last. Maybe it's possible for the latecomer to come out on top.

Zhang Xuebing slowly took a step forward and said loudly, "The bets on the peripheral lottery have been completed. It seems that the bets between the two duels have not yet been placed!"

Just now everyone was only actively participating, but they forgot about such an important matter.

Levikov hurriedly walked over with his big belly shaking, "Please take out your bets and leave them to me for safekeeping for the time being!"

A cunning light flashed in Zhang Xuebing's eyes, and he deliberately raised his voice to the highest level, "Fifty tons of refined flour!"

As soon as his voice landed, a burst of noise broke out in the silent hall.

"What, this Chinese guy actually has so much flour, my God!"

"God bless, finally the flour has arrived!"

"Ivan, we must win!"

Zhang Xuebing smiled playfully and said, "In addition, fifty tons of fine white sugar..."