Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2485: Descending from the Rooftop
Forty-nine cities and nine departments.

The announcer sighed with emotion, and the audience listening to the program were equally moved.

To Yang Xiaotao, this announcer has finally become professional and knows how to call people by their names.

At the same time, he had a premonition in his heart that he would definitely win the game.

Soon you may even try to reach the top of the podium.

"Xiao Yang, you said we won this time, should we express our condolences?"

Chen Gong suddenly spoke, looking a little nervous.

He had been sitting here for the whole morning and his bladder was a little irritated, but he had been holding it in so as not to miss the important event.

There are many people like this at the scene.

Everyone looked at Yang Xiaotao.

Bada
Yang Xiaotao took out a lighter, lit it, and then said, "Of course, if we win, we must show our support."

"Old Li, you have to take care of the award and honor."

Li Hongfeng nodded, "I will take the responsibility."

The pause ended quickly.

The commentary came from the radio again, and everyone pricked up their ears to listen.

"We serve, the other team is attacking, defending, defending, good."

"Wang Zhenzhen, Qiu Aiyuan and Xu Meng blocked the ball. The three of them were like the walls of the Great Wall. The opposing No. 1 player, Kawada Masae, tried hard to spike the ball, but was still blocked. The ball landed in bounds and they won."

"Thirteen to nine."

"Kawata Masae, spike, haha, it went out of bounds, we win again, fourteen to nine, just one more goal."

An excited voice came from the radio.

Yang Xiaotao couldn't sit still anymore, so he stood up and walked aside.

Everyone else had the same expression, just waiting for the next second, cheering, or continuing to wait.

"Serve, good, blocked, Xu Meng passes the ball forward."

"Wang Zhenzhen, didn't jump, she's passing the ball, the other side."

"Li Aiyuan~~~"

Suddenly, the radio voice became high-pitched, excited, and silent.
Everyone listening to the radio was stunned. What's next?

Yang Xiaotao slapped the table, and Liu Lixue cursed, "Fuck you, tell me now," and the people around them cursed.

"We won, we won."

"Fifteen to nine, the total score is three to zero."

"We won, we"

Oh oh

hahaha~~~
The subsequent reports no longer mattered. Everyone was cheering. They only knew that they won, Xiao Dongyang won.

Dong dong dong

Choking, choking, choking

The instrument is roaring

Outside the courtyard, there were loud gongs and drums, and a bustling crowd. Long lines passed by in wave after wave.

In the courtyard, children were jumping, adults were cheering, and some people were waving red flags vigorously.

Happiness is everywhere.

They are happier when they win the small game than when they win the championship.

Of course, they would be even happier if they successfully won the gold medal.

But many people know that this game is too hard.

The game lasted nearly seven hours. This is not unprecedented, but it has definitely never happened in previous volleyball games.

This shows how fiercely the two sides fought.

This is no longer a question of winning or losing, but a competition of perseverance between the two nations.

And the result did not disappoint them.

"Mom, I want to play volleyball when I grow up."

Duanwu was extremely happy. Although he was young, he could see that everyone was paying attention to the women's volleyball team.

Especially when I hear praises from people around me, I can’t help but yearn for it.

Not only during the Dragon Boat Festival, many children around me have been infected and want to play volleyball and win glory for the country.

Ran Qiuye smiled and nodded, but Rongrong beside him suddenly stuck out her tongue, "Lululu, brother, you can't do this."

"why?"

"Because you are a man, only the women's volleyball team can play with us, not you."

"Nonsense, my grandfather said there are men's volleyball teams too."

"Men's volleyball team, why don't you play small life?"

Duanwu's face flushed, but he finally snorted coldly and ignored his sister.

Then he turned to look at his other sister, "Yueyue, can we play volleyball in the future?"

Yueyue nodded in a low voice, then thought of something, "Brother, aren't you going to be a cook? Why are you still playing volleyball?"

Duanwu was speechless again, and after a long while he finally shouted, "I, I have to eat even when I play volleyball. I cook while I play."

"Ouch~~"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his head being flicked. He turned around and saw his grandfather glaring at him, "You are useless. Study hard. How did you get into school when you didn't even get two Tang poems correct?"

Miaomiao and Rongrong beside him started giggling again.

Duanwu pouted and said, "Who said that? My dad praised me and said that the car I designed is beautiful."

He said this with a proud look on his face.

Comrade Lao Jin's eyes widened when he heard this, and he immediately asked, "Did you design this car?"

"Come on, come on, show it to grandpa."

I can't count on my grandson Yang Xiaotao, but I can train this little kid first.

This is also to cultivate flowers for the revolutionary descendants.

"Let's go for a walk, eat, and celebrate."

Lao Hong brushed off the dust on his butt, grabbed Yang Youning and walked out.

This morning, six or seven hours have passed, and many people have not eaten breakfast.

Chen Gong also pulled Yang Xiaotao along, and then said to the outside, "Eat, eat, there's an extra meal at noon today."

After hearing this, the people outside screamed and ran to the cafeteria.

Yang Xiaotao and others followed behind and heard the sound of people discussing the game from time to time.

Everyone came to the cafeteria, and the kitchen helpers who were serving the food were also talking about the game that had just ended, and some were even discussing the details of the game.

Especially the names of several main players in the team, who frequently appear on the broadcast, are still fresh in people’s memory.

There's nothing else to it, it's just been too long. After listening for so long, some people's names have been repeated so many times that I naturally remember them.

Arriving at the cafeteria, Yang Xiaotao and his friends got their meals and sat together.

"Alas, what a pity, we can only listen here. It would be great if we could see the live scene."

Yang Youning was so happy that he almost stuttered when speaking.

There’s nothing else to say. He was the one who found this volleyball team in the first place.

If we're going to reward people based on merit, then at least he should be given some credit.

Of course, Yang Youning admires Yang Xiaotao more.

He just found someone, but the support given by Yang Xiaotao was the greatest.

During the initial training, it was Yang Xiaotao who made the decision to provide the women's volleyball team with the best meals, not only meat, but also milk, candy, fruit, and canned food.

This kind of thing is not something even leaders like these can eat casually.

But what about the women's volleyball team?
That means you can eat as much as you want.

Of course, the benefits of this are also reflected.

If you don’t have good physical fitness, can you persist and win in the end?
Even if he stands still for a long time, his body will feel tired.

What's more, I heard that this Olympics will be held on a plateau. Damn it, ordinary people can't even stand running and jumping on it, let alone strenuous exercise.

"Yeah, I can't go to the scene, but it would be nice to watch TV if there is a signal."

Chen Gong echoed this, and Li Hongfeng and Liu Huaimin and others around him also felt the same way.

The news coming from the radio are all retellings of what others have seen. It's not as exciting as seeing it with your own eyes.

Yang Xiaotao was nodding as he ate his food, filling his stomach. "Who said it wasn't true? This commentator is so unprofessional. He kept saying who passed the ball to who, who received the ball, who spiked the ball. I don't know who is who."

Yang Xiaotao's words resonated with people around him.

I didn’t think much of it when I heard about the competition before, but now when I heard Yang Xiaotao talk about it, it really is the case.

"Xiao Yang, do you think we can get a TV?"

Lao Hong suddenly asked, and everyone immediately looked at Yang Xiaotao.

Yang Xiaotao looked up at the eyes of the people around him and shook his head slightly.

"The other party has not given us an international signal, and this thing still requires our domestic support."

"It's no use."

"Besides, our TV may not be able to receive it. This is a technical problem."

Everyone was very disappointed to hear Yang Xiaotao say this.

"Well, when can we see the TV signal?"

Wang Guodong asked at this time.

Just by listening to the announcer on the scene, he felt his blood boiling and he couldn't wait to run to the scene to cheer for the women's volleyball team.

Especially in that kind of environment, surrounded by the cheers of the people, the women's volleyball team was able to win, which shows how much pressure they were under.

Unfortunately, they couldn't go.

"Well, if it's fast, it will be about seven or eight years."

Yang Xiaotao remembers that the first time China used satellite to broadcast international events was around seven or eight years ago.

I just don’t know if this parallel universe will still go the same way as before since it has changed so much.

Of course, Yang Xiaotao hopes that it can be realized sooner, after all, he is still waiting for a satellite phone.

"You said that if we make it to the finals this time, the worst we can get is a silver medal."

"What kind of reward should we give?"

Yang Youning changed the subject again and asked.

"Silver medal, why not gold?"

Li Hongfeng was looking forward to it, "If this is a gold medal, it would be the first time." Everyone present looked excited.

The witch has been defeated, so why are you still afraid of the alliance?
A gold medal is not unthinkable.

"Well, let's talk about this later."

Yang Xiaotao didn’t say much. After all, the gold medal is not that easy to get.

In addition to strength and a fair environment, you also need a bit of luck.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaotao felt that it was necessary to give the women's volleyball team a big reward, so he said, "Old Chen, prepare two gifts during this period, one for the champion and one for the runner-up."

"If it's the runner-up, give it to the runner-up."

"If I were the champion."

"Give it to the champion and runner-up together!"

Chen Gong nodded immediately, "Don't worry, it will be fine."

Everyone was envious when they heard this, but they were not surprised.

Because we have never been stingy in these nine parts.

Edo.

The moment the results came out, the whole of Edo fell silent.

Even the drivers of public buses subconsciously slowed down the accelerator. The whole city was like a wounded sparrow, hiding on the telephone poles, desolate and helpless.

Then the silence was replaced by violent wails.

Matsumura family.

Hearing the woman crying and the man howling from next door, he felt irritated and uncomfortable.

Lost.

He actually lost to his arch-enemy.

This is simply a disgrace.

Unwilling to believe it, he severely humiliated the two women in his family, as if this was the only way to find a little glory as a man of Dahe.

Then he staggered out of the house, ready to go to the pub to get drunk.

When he walked onto the street, he realized that there were many people venting their anger like him.

Most of them had red eyes, and some even lay on the ground crying, beating the ground with their hands.

Some people even put the blame on the players and coaches, saying that they should apologize.

Whenever he heard such remarks, he would stay away from them.

It's not that I disagree.

On the contrary, he also wanted those losers, those guys who brought shame to the Dahe nation, to apologize.

But he couldn't, because his daughter was in there.

And in order for the next generation to make up for the height gap, he must work hard.

You know, the height of these people who play volleyball now is considered very tall in China.

The screams continued all around, and more and more frustrated people walked over to check out the situation.

bang~~~
Ah~~~
A scream came from across the street. Matsumura Shimokawa heard the sound and immediately looked around vigilantly. After finding the source of the sound, he hurried over.

Coming to the crowd, Matsumura Xiahe squeezed in. The tall and strong man saw at a glance the blood and debris splattered everywhere on the ground.

That's a person.

Then he looked up and towards the roof.

Faintly, there were a few people up there.

"Isn't this Koizumi Jiro? Isn't he very rich? How could this happen?"

Someone who knew him wondered, "He's a section chief at a car factory, his family is rich, why is he so depressed?"

"I heard that he gambled all the money in the family, betting on us to win."

"Not only that, I also heard that he borrowed a lot of money, and when he couldn't pay it back, his wife and daughter had to do that."

"That's it."

As everyone was talking, Matsumura Shimokawa shuddered all over.

He also wanted to buy the bet mentioned earlier.

But later I heard that players’ families were prohibited from participating in gambling, which was also to avoid suspicion.

He was very angry at the time. Why couldn't the players' families buy tickets? Why couldn't they earn some extra money?
Is it not possible to buy and win by yourself?

It's not like you're buying a loss.

But the other party just didn't agree, and in the end I could only let it go unwillingly.

But now it seems that it’s a good thing I didn’t buy it.

"careful."

"Get away quickly"

Suddenly someone shouted loudly, and Matsumura Xiahe hurriedly followed the person and ran away.

Next second

bang~~~
Blood splattered on his face and Matsumura Shimokawa's eyes were dull.

Crazy, fucking crazy.

bang~~~
Another dull sound.

Matsumura Shimokawa turned around suddenly and ran home.

This is fucking crazy.

If these people knew that his daughter was a volleyball player, they would probably vent their anger on him.

Can't stay here anymore.

Matsumura Shimokawa even felt that Edo was no longer safe.

"Baga, idiot, bastard."

"How could I lose? How could I lose!"

bang bang

The sound of miscellaneous work continued to ring out in the office.

An old man in kimono was chopping everything in the house with a bamboo sword in his hand.

"Damn it, how could we lose to Zhi?"

砰

A rough voice sounded, suppressing the old man's anger.

I saw the door being kicked open and a group of people walked in quickly.

Then, three old men came in with gloomy faces.

"Imagawa!"

The old man in the lead looked at Imagawa Yoshitaro who was holding a bamboo sword with a fierce look.

"Hiira, Lord Taira Yourito."

Imagawa Yoshitaro hurriedly threw his bamboo sword on the ground and saluted respectfully.

However, Ping Youren ignored him and slapped him twice.

"Hi!"

pop
"Hi!"

He slapped Imagawa Yoshitaro fifteen or sixteen times, and only stopped when his face was swollen.

However, Ping Youren was also tired of smoking, so he sat aside and left the matter to the two people behind him.

"Imagawa, you did something stupid."

A skinny old man wearing glasses walked up from behind and slapped him in the face.

"Hi!"

Imagawa Yoshitaro didn't dare to dodge at all.

"Satake-kun, let's get down to business first."

Finally, an old man spoke, and Satake Teru put down his hand. He snorted coldly and looked at Kono Jujuro behind him, "In that case, let Kono-kun speak."

Kono Jujuro nodded and walked up to Imagawa Yoshitaro, "Imagawa, you are fully responsible for this loss."

There was a flash of fear in Imagawa's eyes.

Full responsibility?

Even if he is sold, he cannot afford to compensate for the losses.

You know, when Mo Cheng launched the gambling game, they gathered funds from thirteen families just for this big bet.

Not only can it inspire the people, but it can also make a lot of money.

But who would have thought that, actually, we lost.

Loss, big loss.

Fear spread in Imagawa's eyes and his body was shaking.

Looking at the old man in front of him, he knew that this man was more insidious and vicious than the previous two.

The other two might give him a few slaps, but this one...
"Sign this agreement and commit suicide."

Sure enough, the next sentence that Kono Jujuro said made him terrified.

Then, before he could react, two men in black came out from behind him and held him down. A female secretary came up to him with the agreement and placed it in front of him without saying a word.

Above is the share transfer agreement between the automobile factory and the train conductor, as well as all the property under his name.

There are even arrangements for his family on it.
Sad and angry!

fear!

The three of them just watched quietly from the side.

He is powerless
砰

Another dull sound came from above, accompanied by splattered blood and flesh and a piece of broken glass.

The people around saw the scene and had gone from being shocked at first to being numb.

Because just now, several people fell from the sky.

I've seen it so many times that I'm used to it.

In the office, cold wind blew in from the broken window, and the three visitors left silently with the documents.

"Imagawa has already paid the price, so his family should stay!"

Kono said calmly, Ping Youren nodded, "Okay, then let's buy it to the north."

“It’s still very valuable there.”