Chapter 337

After the game started again, Wang Yang began to give a double commentary with one of the Zhu Ganzi, the surname Zhang, although Zhu Ganzi, the surname Zhang, had never done such a thing in the past.

But he is also a variety show host at least, and he is very slippery. Under Wang Yang's guidance, he soon got into the state.

However, compared to Wang Yang's passionate commentator, the commentator named Zhang seemed more stern and stiff, and lacked entertainment. However, at least he could still bewitching people's hearts whenever the climax of both sides' attacks.

This made Wang Yang feel a little relieved. Rome was not built in one day, and it is not enough to train professional Cuju tournament commentators in just one or two games.

But it doesn't matter. After they can adapt, when the audience realizes the benefits of commentators, even if they no longer work as bamboo sticks, professional Cuju commentators will be enough to make a living.

The game on the opening day finally came to an end with a three-to-one, and all the spectators left the stadium with satisfaction.

Of course, there are also many viewers who are sad that the football lottery they bought fails to win, while some of them come to the prize redemption office with great enthusiasm to hand over their prize tickets and redeem them.

Moreover, many spectators who watched the opening ceremony had already walked out of the stadium and asked the staff at the entrance of the stadium when the next game would be held.

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"It's been counted that only less than 2,000 tickets were sold before, but less than an hour after the opening ceremony just ended, almost 700 tickets had been sold, and most of them were the audiences participating in the opening match."

When I returned to the competition office, a staff member came over excitedly to report the good news to the big guys.

This made everyone feel a sense of magnanimity, especially the two important investors, Wan Bin and Chen Jie. On the contrary, Liu Yiyi, who is the investor of Yihonglou, seems very calm, as if everything is taken for granted.

It should be said that compared to those two, Liu Yiyi trusts Wang Yang more.

"Okay, the competition we organized finally got a good start. As long as the audience in each game can maintain more than 60%, we will not lose..." The big-eyed brother Wan Bin's eyes were shining with golden light.

"Brother Wan, don't forget that there are still many football lottery sold in this issue through newspapers, which is expected to be about one thousand yuan, which is not a small amount." Chen Jie said with satisfaction.

In one game, the football lottery on and off the court sold about a thousand yuan, which doubled compared to the football lottery I bought in a single game last fall.

Sixteen teams, four groups, each with three games, a total of twelve games, and the first two players played one game, that is, four games. The next two semi-finals and two finals, a total of eighteen games.

Although I have only played for a game, I can already feel the future prospects, well...money prospects.

Just when he was imagining the future, Wang Yang was stunned when he saw Wu Qilang appearing outside the door.

"Young master, something happened again in the printing house. A few thieves came last night. We caught three of them. What should we do about this time? Should we throw them away from Kaifeng Jiaya?" Wu Qilang asked Wang Yang.

"What did you ask? Are they those bookstores or those bookstores?" Wang Yang couldn't help rolling his eyes, but he was helpless.

"It was a thief who was invited by several bookstore owners in the north of the city for money, but they never thought that you, your son, are much more skillful than them." After Wu Qilang flattered Wang Yang, he yawned exaggeratedly.

Seeing this guy's appearance, Wang Yang couldn't help but feel a headache. To be honest, there is only a thousand days to be a thief, but no reason to be a thief for a thousand days to be a thief.

However, he had already said that he had dedicated the movable type printing technique to the Emperor of Song Dynasty, and the Emperor did not know what the thorns were or what, but it had not changed after so long.

"Thank you for your hard work first, brothers on duty yesterday each rewarded two stale money. Just throw it to Kaifeng County Government directly. You still have to work so hard. I will think of a solution here..."

After watching Wu Qilang's tall and burly figure go away, Wang Yang raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. After thinking about it, he slapped his thighs and walked towards the room.

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In the restaurant, Wang Yang and the future tyrant, treacherous ministers, and powerful officials squatted together to eat and drink. Although Zhao Ji is a handsome little prince, it does not mean that he is not smart. "Sir, wouldn't it be that something happened to me today, right?"

"Well, there is something, you must have seen the newspaper's publicity and influence these days, right?" Wang Yang nodded with a smile and replied.

"This is naturally. I have never left behind every issue of "Tokyo Houbao". Moreover, the Cuju column is very well organized, and the things inside are still very useful for Cuju fans..."

The reason why Zhao Ji said this is because in the Cuju column, this guy has provided a lot of manuscripts as the director of the Cuju column.

Of course it was not just his credit, but also Gao Qiu, Tong Guan and Liang Shicheng. These four teams are all Cuju love families, so when Wang Yang decided to set up a Cuju column, Zhao Ji jumped out to be the director of the column, and Wang Yang threw this heavy pinch to him without hesitation.

"In addition, what do you see through the number of prints in the newspaper and the number of words on it?" Wang Yang smiled, raised his glass to Zhao Ji, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Zhao Ji blinked, looked at Wang Yang who looked smiling in front of him, and after thinking for a while, he answered with some clarity. "It is probably the credit of Yuanyou's printing technology that can have such a large printing volume and maintain almost nearly 10,000 words per newspaper.

"Yes, it is precisely because of the Yuanyou printing technology that it can print nearly 10,000 words on the Tokyo Houbao in just a few days." Wang Yang nodded with deep conscience.

"Now, looking at the big market in the Song Dynasty, Wang can only watch it. It's a pity..." Wang Yang said this, and then he deliberately paused before continuing.

Zhao Ji couldn't help but lit up. Although he was His Highness the Prince, the problem was that His Highness the Prince also needed to have a meal. Even now he was just a little kid, not to mention that Yuanyou printing was a good thing, but his brother praised him.

Zhao Ji widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief. "Sir, do you mean, do you want me to do it yourself?" He really didn't expect that such a good thing would fall on him.

"Why don't you go to find the stronger Wan Bin or my cousin-in-law?"
Chapter completed!