Full-Level Fierce Person-Chapter 71 heavy losses
71: 71 heavy losses
71: 71 heavy losses
Luo Peiyun’s eyes flashed with a hint of disappointment.
He no longer paid attention to his son, stood up, looked around at the crowd, and proclaimed in a loud voice, “This official announces, the winner of this competition is Fang Zhixing.”
With these words, the dust had settled!
In an instant!
Some cheered and jumped for joy, unable to contain themselves.
Others were grief-stricken as if mourning the death of parents, their mental state collapsing.
Fang Zhixing, however, was completely indifferent, neither happy nor sad.
Because this victory didn’t belong to him, he was merely a chess piece being manipulated.
The chess player was Luo Peiyun!
Life is like a game of chess, those who understand the game live, those who can break the game survive, and those who control the game win!
“Damn, you really did calculate it right.”
Xigou looked left and right, seeing the myriad expressions of people, and said with complex feelings, “You actually won this, I’m really convinced.”
Fang Zhixing’s lips curled into a slight smile, and he sighed, “I’ve told you before, it would be hard for me to lose this game even if I wanted to.”
Xigou had nothing to retort.
What could be done?
Fang Zhixing, the bastard, had the cunning of a fox.
Who could outplay him when it came to schemes and tricks?
His gaze swept over everyone.
Luo Kezhao, the Dong family father and son, and their accomplices, each one of them had lost miserably, a complete loss.
Some were furious, some were wailing bitterly, the scene was chaotic.
Ding Zhigang walked by Xigou with his head down, silent.
He appeared completely disheartened, his gaze numb, his face as hideous as it could be, as if he had eaten dog shit.
It seemed that he too had lost utterly.
Above on the elevated platform, Luo Peiyun’s face remained unchanged, as tranquil as the clouds and the breeze, with a hint of smugness appearing faintly between his brows.
Xigou observed closely and felt that at this moment, Luo Peiyun must have felt like Zhuge Wulong, strategizing behind the scenes to secure a victory from a thousand miles away, discreetly.
Luo Peiyun had won big, reveling in the boundless joy that victory brought.
Yet, the vast majority of people were completely unaware that, from beginning to end, the course of events had always been under Luo Peiyun’s control.
Perhaps this was the true master of manipulation, profound in both skill and anonymity!
And the scenario Luo Peiyun had set up required the assistance of a powerful person.
That person was like the beautiful assistant to a magician.
Xigou had asked Fang Zhixing who this beautiful assistant was.
The answer was…
Xigou raised his head and looked towards the elevated platform, his gaze landing on Lu Anfu.
At this moment, Lu Anfu, in the eyes of the crowd, was undoubtedly the biggest winner.
Because there were simply too many people who had bet on Dong Xianrong to win, and the odds were high.
As the bookie, Lu Anfu naturally made a fortune and was a true winner in life.
Those who won their bets were grateful to him, while those who lost hated him to the bone.
A world of ice and fire!
Lu Anfu didn’t stay among the crowd; he left the scene quickly, his lifted corners of his mouth unable to hide his inner joy.
“Damn it, one is a better actor than the other!”
Xigou was speechless.
Luo Peiyun and Lu Anfu, one in the open and one in the shadows, had played everyone for fools.
Seeing this spectacle, Xigou couldn’t help but ask, “Fang Zhixing, what exactly is this play about?”
“Money!”
Fang Zhixing observed everyone carefully and stated decisively, “Luo Peiyun’s goal was to make money, and the Dong family was unwittingly victimized, bleeding money.”
Xigou said speechlessly, “Is the Lord County Magistrate really in need of money?”
Fang Zhixing replied, “In a year of famine, even the landlord’s family might indeed have no surplus grain.”
At that moment, Wen Yuwen approached, holding a tray in his hands.
On the tray lay a set of armor military uniform, complete with a helmet, breastplate, shoulder guards, leg guards, and a crest among other pieces.
Wen Yuwen’s smile blossomed, his attitude greatly improved, and he lowered his head, “Congratulations on your official promotion to Archery Instructor, please accept your armor uniform.”
Fang Zhixing’s heart rejoiced, and he reached out earnestly to receive it, saying sincerely, “Thank you, Steward Wen.”
“Hmm, you performed well this time.
The Lord is very pleased with you,” Wen Yuwen smiled, hinting at a deeper meaning as he spoke.
Fang Zhixing naturally pretended not to understand his words, instead showing an anxious expression and whispered, “The Second Master is very dissatisfied with me, could he possibly…”
“You don’t need to worry about that.”
Wen Yuwen laughed and said, “Remember, you just need to do your job well, and the Second Master won’t bother you anymore.”
Fang Zhixing sighed in relief and finally revealed a smile.
In the blink of an eye, it was noon.
Gao Daxing, along with Huang Dashun and three hundred archers, came before Fang Zhixing.
Gao Daxing felt anxious in his heart.
Although he had not participated in the betting, he had been certain that Fang Zhixing would lose without a doubt and had happily accepted the Dong Family’s bribe.
Who could have expected such an astonishing turnaround?
He had backed the wrong horse!
The bribe in his hand suddenly felt like a hot potato.
Gao Daxing put on a servile smile and said, “Congratulations to Instructor Fang on your promotion.
We have set up a banquet at “Near The Water Tower” to celebrate; we hope you will grace us with your presence.”
Fang Zhixing looked at them, not surprised in the least, and laughed, “That’s very kind, but on this happy day, I should be the one hosting.”
“That’s great, let’s go, let’s all go together!”
Gao Daxing secretly heaved a sigh of relief, his face beaming with joy.
Fang Zhixing walked two steps before suddenly saying, “Oh right, don’t forget to invite Chief Constable Ding.”
“Don’t worry, he has been notified.”
The group soon arrived at Near The Water Tower.
The entire tavern had been reserved by Gao Daxing, with thirty-one tables set up for the banquet.
Ding Zhigang arrived shortly after.
Although he was in a bad mood, he would never miss a chance to eat and drink for free.
People ate and drank and toasted each other, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
During the meal, Fang Zhixing kept toasting with Ding Zhigang and engaging him in conversation, back and forth.
The already frustrated Ding Zhigang eventually opened up and complained with annoyance, “Brother, I’ve been duped by Lu Anfu, and it cost me a fortune.”
Fang Zhixing exclaimed in surprise, “No way, Lu Anfu cheated even your money?
Is he that short on cash?”
“Short!”
Ding Zhigang nodded vigorously, “The merchant ship you took, the one owned by Qian Jiyun, do you know who the real boss behind it is?
It’s Lu Anfu!”
Fang Zhixing involuntarily held his breath for a moment.
Ding Zhigang took a sip of his drink and said angrily, “Damn it, Lu Anfu lost a ship and had a serious financial shortfall, so he started a big gambling market, deliberately released false information to mislead others to bet on your loss, and then made a fortune off it, the bastard!”
Fang Zhixing mentally nodded in understanding.
Lu Anfu had duped people like Dong Mingxuan, and one reason for doing such a thing, which would offend others, was the instigation of Luo Peiyun.
Another important reason must be that his merchant ship had sunk, leading to huge losses that hindered his cash flow, forcing him to find a way to fill the void.
That being said, Fang Zhixing was clear in his heart that Lu Anfu probably only made a small profit, while the real windfall went to Luo Peiyun.
The banquet gradually came to an end.
At this time, Gao Daxing led the way, with Huang Dashun and others following, each presenting their own share of money.
Gao Daxing gave the most, twenty thousand Big Coin, which should have been the reward from the Dong Family, as well as his bribe.
Whether he could continue working in the archers’ camp all depended on a single thought from Fang Zhixing.
If he wanted to keep his position, he simply had to pay to avert disaster.
Huang Dashun and his ten men gave ten thousand Big Coin, which was precisely the Dong Family’s payment for their buy-in.
Dong Xianrong’s squad each also presented ten thousand Big Coin.
Everyone else gave only two thousand Big Coin.
Ding Zhigang didn’t come empty-handed either; he brought a Great Ring Saber as a gift for Fang Zhixing.
“This is a fine steel saber, exceptionally sharp; it’s a war trophy that I confiscated during the last bandit suppression,” Ding Zhigang explained.
Fang Zhixing accepted it.
[Cold Weapon: Seven-Ring Saber, blade length 3 feet 5 inches, handle length 7 inches, with seven rings on the back, one ring every 3 inches and 5 points, weighs 3.6 kilograms]
Fang Zhixing drew the saber from its sheath, held it in his hand, and felt it; the grip was very comfortable.
He swung it casually a few times; as the Great Ring Saber cut through the air, it whooshed and roared, creating a fierce wind.
“Not bad at all, spot on!”
Fang Zhixing was very satisfied; he just happened to need a good saber.
