Ancestral local tyrant system

"Hurry up, hurry up! It's started! Are you ready?"

"Okay, okay!" Fang Jueyu hurriedly pushed a small cart into the private cinema in the villa.

Today is the finals of the League of Legends World Championship. China’s ZZ team will compete with the European and American GE teams in a century-old showdown in France.

Fang Jueyu used to watch the previous World Finals squeezed in front of the computer with three roommates. This year is no exception, just a different scene.

"Lao Fang, isn't your popcorn too exaggerated?" Cheng Kai pointed to the four paper barrels that were almost one meter high and said.

"What's the exaggeration? The small bucket I bought for watching movies before was not enough to eat. I feel distressed when I buy too much. Now that I have money, what's wrong with eating more popcorn?" Fang Jueyu grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth.

"And this is not ordinary popcorn, you may not be able to eat it elsewhere!"

"Why, did your popcorn rice grow up with Lafite in 1982?" Fu Jun joked, "or do you say your popcorn is made of gold?"

"Almost," Fang Jueyu said, "The salt used for popcorn is the world's most famous salt imported from Myles Island. It costs $10 per catty. In addition, it also contains the best butter in the world. And the best vanilla paste, using Madagascar vanilla pods."

"Are you poisonous? Eating popcorn makes it so exaggerated?"

"I haven't finished it yet!" Fang Jueyu was still unfinished, "This thing really uses gold, do you see it? The surface uses 23K edible gold leaf!"

"Show off the rich dog!" The three of them all pointed their middle fingers towards Fang Jueyu.

But this thing is so expensive, don't eat for nothing, don't eat, there was a sound of rat rustling in the room suddenly.

"Lao Fang, did you watch the game last week? That's a wonderful one!" Fu Jun said excitedly. "We used to be crushed to death by the Korean team in our operations. This year I can't think of three games. All crushed them!"

"Yeah, suppressed from start to finish, the tight rhythm is suffocating, it's like the people of ZZ team know what time period STT team will do, it is ruthless!"

Fang Jueyu smiled slightly. With Xiao Yi's tactical guidance, isn't this easy?But unfortunately, he was busy dealing with Lednick's family affairs and could not see STT being hanged.

"By the way, Kim Jong-cheol has to cosplay as a female hero today to cheer us on ZZ, and I don’t know if this guy takes credit." Fang Jueyu is sometimes forgetful, but this kind of thing will never be forgotten. .

"There is a special performance today!" Fang Jueyu said, "Wang Cong and I met the STT team in the Celot Kingdom, and we also made a bet with them. If they lose, today their coach Jin Zhengzhe will Come and cheer for ZZ with women's cosplay."

"Really? Isn't they going to be ashamed of the Republic of Korea? Hahahaha!" Cheng Kai has always had some prejudices about this country, and he is more gloating than anyone else.

"But it looks like this guy is going to repay the bill!" Fang Jueyu's movie theater is different from the live broadcast rooms on the Internet. There is a dedicated person in the stadium to give him one-on-one live broadcasts.

Fang Jueyu took a communicator next to him, "Cut the screen to the spectator stand for me!"

The picture on the movie screen immediately changed, and the camera shifted to the viewing booth below. Fang Jueyu saw a lot of familiar faces. Although many teams’ matches were over, they still rushed to watch the finals. STT’s The players are also in one of the areas, but they just can't see Kim Jong-cheol.

"Hello Lao Wang?" Fang Jueyu dialed Wang Cong's phone, "Where is the grandson of Kim Jong-cheol?"

"Don't mention it, I'm angry when it comes to this!" Wang Cong's indignant voice came from the other side, "I just went to their team to find him, and this dog has disappeared."

After losing the game, Kim Jong-cheol never planned to honor his bet. He knew Wang Cong but did not know Fang Jueyu. He knew that Wang Cong's background in China was quite strong, but this was abroad, and they only spoke verbally. There is no black and white contract. Without evidence, what can Wang Cong do with him?

But after all, it was a guilty conscience. After bringing the team to the finals, Kim Jong-cheol went straight back to the team’s hotel and hid, completely as if a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

"Even my gambling agreement dare to rely? You don't put me in your eyes, right?" Fang Jueyu said dissatisfied.

"That's not it? Maybe people don't even know who you are, thinking you are a small substitute for our ZZ team, he is afraid of hammering?"

"Okay, he's done!" Fang Jueyu hung up angrily.

"Lao Fang? Was someone letting a pigeon go?" Three years later, he looked at him with a smirk, "Unexpectedly when you were beaten in the face, hahaha!"

"Asshole!" Fang Jueyu gritted his teeth and said, "Give me a few minutes, and I promise that this guy will appear on stage in Ari's clothes for a while!"

"Xiao Yi, help me with what resources I can use in the Republic of Korea..."

...

In the hotel, Kim Jong-cheol was drinking wine and waiting for the start of the game, without paying attention to his bet with Fang Jueyu.

"Coach, the boss of ZZ team is looking for you again." STT team member report reported.

"It's okay, he doesn't know where I live anyway," Kim Jong-cheol folded his legs. "They are really stupid. Such a big bet doesn't even sign a contract. Even if we are at a loss, they have no evidence. What can I do ?"

"On the contrary, you guys, take a good look at today's game. We must win the mid-season game next year. It's a shame!"

"Yes, coach, we will study it carefully."

Kim Jong-cheol just put down his cell phone, his phone rang again, and he answered the call impatiently, "Didn’t I tell you? There is nothing left to disturb me. Those Chinese people don’t need to come here a few times. Pay attention, I..."

"Coach Jin, it's me! Bai Xiong Zheng!"

"Old... boss!" Kim Jong-cheol almost shook his hand holding the phone. Bai Xiong Zheng is not just the owner of the STT club. He has a huge entertainment group under him, which is ranked in the entire Republic of Korea. Number.

"I'm sorry, boss, I thought it was the brats in the team, boss, this time we underestimated the enemy, and we will definitely take the trophy back next season!" Jin Zhengzhe thought that the white bear was just for The matter of the game is here to ask questions.

"I ask you, do you have a gambling contract with a Chinese man?" To be honest, Bai Xiong Zheng does not value the outcome of the game very much. After all, the entire STT club is not a League of Legends project. There are many profit models. There is no shortage of benefits from this championship.

"You...how did you know?" Jin Jongzhe trembled. Only the two parties and the two team members knew about it. Didn't this matter reach the big boss's ears?

"I tell you, since the bet is lost, it must be fulfilled. I will only give you the opportunity once. Don't let me make a second call!"