Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2480: Red Flags Flying, War Drums Beating
In Sijiu City, just after dawn, Yang Xiaotao was awakened by Ran Qiuye.

When he opened his eyes dazedly, Yang Xiaotao saw that Ran Qiuye was already dressed, and the sound of children laughing could be heard in the living room.

Look at the time, it’s not even half past five.

"Hurry up, someone will be here soon."

Ran Qiuye urged, and Yang Xiaotao closed his eyes and lay on the bed, then took a deep breath and got up.

We agreed last night that we would turn on the radio this morning and listen to the women's volleyball game.

For this reason, the courtyard was exceptionally quiet last night, and the naughty boy who used to be naughty went to bed early.

Similarly, at this moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard in the yard.

“These people.”

As soon as Yang Xiaotao said this, Ran Qiuye looked over and he had no choice but to walk out of the room.

"It would be nice to have a TV signal."

Yang Xiaotao could do nothing when he heard Ran Qiuye's sigh behind him. Although he had televisions and could receive television signals these days, the international signal transmission technology was not mature and he could not receive overseas signals. So he had to give up on watching the live broadcast.

When I walked into the living room, Comrade Lao Jin had already gotten up, and there were fried dough sticks and soy milk on the table.

Not far away, Ms. Cui was putting boiled eggs in cold water. Seeing Yang Xiaotao coming out, she hurriedly said, "Hurry up, everyone in the courtyard is waiting."

"The game starts at six o'clock, and there are only a few minutes left."

Yang Xiaotao walked to the table, picked up a bowl of soy milk and drank a few sips, then walked to the radio.

"Move a stool and put it at the door."

Lao Jin said, and Yang Xiaotao did as he was told.

Soon, the radio was placed at the door, and then someone in the yard brought a stool over.

There were even a few young people standing behind with red flags in their hands, and it felt like they were cheering on the spot.

at the same time.

The loudspeakers under the jurisdiction of the street offices in the old city were also filled with people.

A group of people brought small stools and occupied the nearest seats. Some were even eating steamed buns, waiting with great interest.

In the distance, more people came over with their mouths, and soon the entrance of the alley was filled.

This is not the end. The entrances to the alley are limited, and the extra children are simply placed on the wall by the adults, leaving space to accommodate more people.

It feels like this is more popular than showing movies in the countryside, where more people from all over the area come to watch.

Siheyuan, Yang family.

Yang Xiaotao turned on the power, and after some adjustments, a scratching sound came from the radio.

Yang Xiaotao looked at the time and it was not yet six o'clock, so he waited aside.

At this time, Mr. Ye came over and sat down. "It's far away, the signal may not be able to get through."

Yang Xiaotao nodded. "It depends on what the higher-ups do. But I heard that they specifically used the league's radio station for the live broadcast. It should be fine if it's transferred from the league."

Only then did Mr. Ye feel relieved, "If we use the alliance's, it would be fine."

Then he looked at Yang Xiaotao again, "We are still a little behind in communication technology."

"Hold on to your satellite phone."

"I know, but this is not something that can be done just by saying it."

Mr. Ye didn't say anything more and waited quietly.

Chichi~~~
Suddenly, a hissing sound came from the radio. Yang Xiaotao hurried forward and carefully adjusted the antenna signal.

"There's a sound, there's a sound!"

When the shouts were heard, the people in the yard immediately quieted down.

The playful children were also held back by the adults and made to wait obediently.

"Comrades~Hehe~~~"

"Let me introduce our main players to you. They are number two Wang Zhenzhen, number three Li Haihua, number six Li Aiyuan, and number nine Qiu Aihua."

Mexico city.

Luo Zhen looked at the players who were warming up on the field, and his fingers holding the documents turned white.

The place was filled with people, and there were more people this time than in previous games.

Of course, looking around, half of the people had yellow faces, but she knew that they were the other party's people!
He glanced at the crowd, then looked up and saw a familiar red flag with a person speaking into a microphone.

She knew that at this moment, there must be many, many people in the country who were paying attention to them.

At this moment, everything they do will be known to the Chinese people.

The importance of today's game is self-evident.

She glanced at every player and found that what she was worried about did not happen.

Although the team members were nervous and under pressure, they were more motivated.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Zhen turned his gaze towards his opponent again.

The first person who appeared in front of them was their coach, a middle-aged man who was not tall but looked very strong.

This is a very experienced coach. He is cunning, ruthless, and can see through every weakness of his opponent.

It was he who led this group of players to win the Edo Olympic Games championship.

It was after winning that Olympic Games that this women's volleyball team showed its style and earned a nickname, 'Oriental Witches'.

And he is also known as the devil coach Osomatsu Hirofumi!

And this time, it is almost the same personnel configuration, led by the opponent, sweeping all opponents all the way until today.

Luo Zhen looked at Omatsu Hirofumi, as if he felt his gaze. Omatsu Hirofumi also looked over. Their eyes met, and Omatsu Hirofumi smiled and nodded humbly.

Luo Zhen also nodded and smiled in return.

But after turning back, the smiles on their faces quickly faded, and their hearts became heavier.

The opponent is not weak!
But she is not afraid!
Luo Zhen looked away and continued to look at the opposing players training on the field.

Although he already had a lot of information, Luo Zhen still found it hard to believe after seeing it on the field.

Because the opposing players on the field are generally not tall.

Compared with their own players, they don't even have one player who is 1.8 meters tall, and the tallest is probably only around 1.75 meters tall.

But Luo Zhen did not underestimate the opponent, because the opponent was able to win consecutive victories despite the height disadvantage. More importantly, they defeated the tall and strong alliance team in the last Olympics.

Battle record represents strength.

Luo Zhen lowered his head in thought.

I recall the praise that the outside world has given to this "Oriental Witches" team: they have excellent skills, good teamwork, and a strong will.

It can be said that this is a very tenacious team.

However, during the current training, Luo Zhen discovered that each of the players looked serious and nervous.

I immediately understood that it was the off-field factors that put them under so much pressure.

Compared to our side, they can't afford to lose.

After a simple analysis, Luo Zhen had a clear idea in his mind.

After all, she was the one who handed the bullet to her father.

The field is ready to start the game.

Everyone returned to the rest area, and Luo Zhen did not explain the tactics because they had already done that in normal training.

"You know what? The team we are facing now is the team called 'Oriental Witches'. They are the champions of the previous session and they have won many honors."

"What about us?"

Luo Zhen looked at everyone, and Wang Zhenzhen, Li Aiyuan and others took a deep breath.

"We have nothing, no fame, no honor, and even no audience here."

"Listen to the voices around here. No one thinks highly of us."

Luo Zhen's voice was not loud, but it made everyone feel heavy.

"Look down at your sportswear to see what's on it. Reach out and touch your chest to see what's flowing inside."

"That is the blood shed by our fathers."

Crunch~~~
Wang Zhenzhen gritted her teeth, and Li Aiyuan beside her had tears in her eyes.

The people gathered together only felt that there was a fire burning slowly in the middle.

"They are strong, they are nimble on their feet, they are fast, and they are tenacious!"

"Then we must be more tenacious, more swift, and more desperate than them..."

"More importantly, we must have confidence, determination, patience, and be prepared to fight a protracted war!"

"besides!"

Luo Zhen's serious eyes swept over everyone, especially lingering on the older people in the team.

"Also, believe in yourself. Our fathers were able to defeat them, and we can defeat them too!"

In an instant, anger flashed in the eyes of the women's volleyball team members.

Wang Zhenzhen immediately shouted after hearing this, "Sisters, at this moment, the radio must be transmitting everything here back."

"Who knows, there may be countless people waiting in front of the radio, waiting for our performance."

"So, this time we have to fight them to the end with the same spirit as we would fight for the championship."

"Yes, the captain is right. We can lose, but we cannot lose to the Japanese."

"Yes, yes, kill the Japs." "Kill them!"

In an instant, the girl started to become fierce.

Those words "kill the Japanese" not only did not sound vulgar, but instead felt indescribably passionate!
Osomatsu Hirofumi, who was making pre-match arrangements not far away, frowned when he heard the voice.

Not only him, but the teammates around him also looked over when they heard the sound.

One by one, their expressions suddenly became solemn.

Because they understood.

pop
Omatsu Hirofumi clapped his hands, bringing everyone back to their senses.

"see it?"

"This is the battlefield, this is our battlefield!"

"Think about the millions of compatriots behind us. They are eagerly waiting for us, hoping that we will defeat them, hope that we will win, and hope that we will stand on the highest podium."

"This will be a battle that concerns the future of our Great River Nation!"

“We have no way out!”

Osomatsu Hirofumi's eyes became sharp and his tone was full of seriousness.

The surrounding players' breathing became rapid and their faces were serious.

"Gentlemen, please!"

Osomatsu Hirofumi leaned forward and spoke in a serious tone.

"Hi!"

The crisp voices rang out, and the women once again raised the significance of this match.

As both sides got ready, the atmosphere in the venue began to heat up.

Cheers in various languages ​​and whistles of various kinds rang out one after another.

There were many people at the stadium to support them, but the only people who cheered for them were the athletes who came with the team.

There are not many of them, but they hold the bright red flag high!

Their voices were not loud, but they shouted with all their might, just to let their fellow students in the audience hear the voices of their parents.

"come on!"

"come on!"

As cheers rang out, everyone got ready and began to enter the venue.

First we got to know each other, confirmed our friendship, and then prepared to kick off.

Not far away, on the VIP stand.

"Sir, I remember you didn't like this kind of sport."

Smith stood behind Lawrence holding a glass of red wine and glanced at the players on the field who were ready to kick off.

Lawrence put one hand in his pocket and glanced at the stadium below.

"Like? No, I just come to feel it."

Lawrence drank the wine in his glass, then walked over and sat down with a smile.

Mengsha held a document in both hands. Lawrence waved and the other party came forward quickly.

"Look, this is the odds from the outside."

Smith took it and opened it to have a look. Although the deadline had passed, the number on it still surprised him.

"One to one hundred? How contemptuous of them you are."

After Smith finished speaking, he looked at another set of data: 1 to 1.5.

This is normal, after all, he is the Olympic champion of the previous world.

"hehe."

"Look behind you again."

Smith turned a page and saw a string of numbers written in the column behind the one to ten ratio. After counting carefully, he found that there were only seven digits, and most of them started with two.

But the number next to it has ten digits, and it starts with a nine.

"These people are crazy. No, it's the person who opened the market who is crazy."

More than nine billion!
This, even if the ratio is 1 to 1.5, is still a losing business.

"Do you know why?"

Lawrence chuckled, and Smith frowned, with an idea in his mind, but he didn't say it out loud.

"Just before the end of yesterday, a large sum of money was used to buy the Oriental Witch to win, and the source of this money came from thirteen companies on the Japanese island."

"They take this game very seriously."

"So, I came to take a look."

Lawrence stood up again and the referee was ready and prepared to start at any time.

"They want to make a lot of money, but they also want to boost national pride."

"Haha, that's a good idea."

Smith nodded deeply. It seemed like this was indeed a brilliant move.

After all, what happened recently was not very pleasant for them.

I guess some people can't sleep well in the middle of the night.

But what does this have to do with them?
Smith took a sip of the wine, then whispered, "So, sir, how much did you buy?"

Lawrence smiled and held up a finger. Smith asked tentatively, "Ten thousand?"

"No, one million. I invested our second half year's funds into it."

Smith was immediately delighted. "One million, and you can make a net profit of one hundred thousand in one go. Sir, you are really wise."

But as soon as Smith finished speaking, Mengsha rolled her eyes.

Suddenly, Smith had a bad feeling.

Then Lawrence was heard saying, "It's not a net profit of 100,000, but a million."

"Ahem, sir."

"You, you are kidding, how could you do this? That's our funding."

Smith broke out in a cold sweat and felt miserable, wondering how he was going to get through the second half of the year.

Lawrence didn't care at all, shaking the wine gently, "Don't worry, I've studied their Thirty-Six Stratagems, and their ancestors were very good at using strategies."

"Yes~"

"Don't worry, Smith. Even if we lose, we can still apply for special funding."

"But, that's one million."

"Ahem, gentlemen."

Mengsha couldn't bear it any longer at this time, and said solemnly, "Gentlemen, I'm sorry to bother you."

"You may have a misunderstanding about mathematics. One hundred times one million is one hundred million."

"If it's successful, your income will be 99 million, minus the taxes you pay."

Wow
The wine in Lawrence's hand spilled, staining the blanket red.

Smith's eyes widened in surprise, then he quickly walked up to Lawrence and said, "Sir, I think the Olympics is sacred, fair, and inviolable."

"As an important country in the world, we need to uphold the spirit of fairness in sports."

Lawrence reacted and immediately shouted, "Go, go quickly, and maintain world fairness."

Smith nodded and quickly went out.

The door closes and the game begins.

The competition in the house is about to begin.

Forty-nine cities!
In the courtyard, people had already gathered around the radio.

There are still many people in the alley rushing towards this side.

At the same time, a hissing sound came from the big loudspeaker at the entrance of the alley, but the radio of the street office was old and could not find a signal at that time.

"The other women's team served first. They were led by number one, um, this classmate, um, called Kawada Masae. Oops, the ball didn't go over the net, haha~~"

"It's our turn to take possession of the ball now."

"Our team's No. 9 Qiu Aihua served the ball. The ball went over the net without being blocked. Well done, No. and No. blocked the opponent's No. 's spike. We got a point."

"Good! A great start!"

"Pretty!"

"Just do it!"

bang bang

Someone in the surrounding area took out a drum and started beating it, and not far away someone was waving a red flag.

A jubilation.

Yang Xiaotao watched Ran Qiuye and the women in the yard clapping happily, so he had to clap along with them, but in his heart he was complaining about the announcer.

Could you please be more professional? Can you stop just applauding yourself and explain the situation clearly?
The most important thing is, can you please stop shouting "number"?
Call the name, the name!

Damn it, not professional at all.

(End of this chapter)