After e-sports tycoon Tu Tuqiao knew that Cao Jiao's attitude, he sneered and said, "It seems that this Cao Jiao is getting smarter and smarter." ”

Miao Thirty-six said: "That Cao Jiao suffered a lot of losses, so he naturally became smarter." I guess he was a little unsure whether he could defeat that Wei Taiqiang, otherwise he wouldn't have confessed in front of me. ”

Tu Tuqiao said: "That's not called confession, this is called strategy, which you don't understand." ”

Cao Jiao was naturally not afraid of that Wei Taiqiang, but he didn't want to be led by the nose by that Tu Tu Qiao, otherwise he would have become something.

In Cao Jiao's mind, he Cao Jiao can raise funds and run that e-sports club, so he shouldn't be under that Wei Taiqiang.

Xu Huiwen and Min Baobao, as well as Xue Yulang, these people, under the command of that Wei Taiqiang, embarrassed Cao Jiao and his e-sports players, he remembered, fortunately, the e-sports players under Cao Jiao, they are all good-looking children, these people are not intimidated by the e-sports players under Wei Taiqiang and their e-sports players, these people with e-sports fans, are still fighting against the e-sports players under Wei Taiqiang, and Cao Jiao feels that this is his capital, He believes that his esports players will never be defeated by that Wei Taiqiang.

Wei Taiqiang, along with those from small and medium-sized e-sports clubs, swept away the e-sports players in Cao Jiao.

The extraordinary performance of those small and medium-sized e-sports club players made that Wei Taiqiang full of praise.

Originally, that Wei Taiqiang only wanted to train his own e-sports players, but Zhao Rujin and these people were always unwilling to fail, they always went against that Wei Taiqiang, and under the stimulation of that Zhao Rujin, Wei Taiqiang always had to launch a counterattack.

That Zhao Rujin had to ask that Cao Jiao for resources in order to fight against that Wei Taiqiang, but that Cao Jiao's face was colder than that ice cube, and Cao Jiao said to that Zhao Rujin: "How did you do it?" Asking me for money again, my money is not blown by the wind, what are you doing? I can't give you any more money, or I'll have nothing to eat or drink myself." ”

That Zhao Rujin said: "If we hire a group of the best esports players in Songhai City and Beihua City, we may have hope of turning the tables around." ”

Cao Jiao said: "We have so many e-sports players here, if you can't make good use of them, even if you use other e-sports players, I don't think you may be able to do anything, it's not that I don't believe you, the main thing is that you haven't done anything to make me believe." ”

Zhao Rujin said: "I beg you, as long as you give me a chance, I can give you a surprise." ”

Cao Jiao said: "No need, this time our e-sports results in Songhai City are a mess, I am ready to auction your e-sports property in Songhai City, as long as we have sufficient funds, we will lay out the surrounding areas of Songhai City and Beihua City." That Wei Taiqiang can develop e-sports fans around that small county, and we can build our e-sports training base around that Beihua City and that Songhai City. What's more, that Jin Beibei, as well as Xie Qingzi, their e-sports publicity, and e-sports actual combat ability may not be under that Wei Taiqiang's e-sports players and e-sports media. We still have hope of turning the tables around. ”

That Zhao Rujin's body felt cold for a while, that Wei Taiqiang was advancing vigorously, but that Cao Jiao was ready to shrink strategically.

That Cao Jiao now feels that he has enough of the e-sports club corners, and the recent failures of that Cao Jiao's e-sports players have made that Cao Jiao very unhappy.

Because of this unhappiness, that Cao Jiao began to save expenses, and once this expense is saved, there will be no bottom.

That Cao Jiao did what he said, and he really started to deal with that e-sports property of his own.

Those houses in Songhai City are simply sky-high, but there are also some rich people who have the money to buy these houses.

Those people they were able to come up with money to take over, as

。 "Come, dear, let's go home!" The president said to his wife.

Then he turned to the other officers and said his assessment of the operation of the "secret army organization":

"They can't shoot accurately!" With that, he helped his wife into the helicopter and sat next to her. Derudei also followed

Got on the plane. They set off for the countryside for the weekend.

By this time, François Malou was still in a state of apprehension and sat behind the wheel with a pale face. To the right of the car

The two tires have been knocked out and finally slid forward with only the rims. Duchler was secretly glad that there was no big mess.

He comforted Malu a few words. Then it's time to deal with the things that have to be dealt with as soon as possible.

are all inquiring about this assassination incident, but they suffer from the lack of real information in this regard, only

It's good to write a report based on personal conjecture. A manhunt followed. Magad shrugged helplessly and replied, "Well, what do you want to know?" ”

In this way, Magad spoke for eight hours in a row, and the stunned police officer listened, and the stenographer's pen flew and remembered

One record after another. Finally, he gave the names of each of the participants in Little Krama, and also

There were nine other people, some of whom had taken on some minor tasks during the planning period, and some of whom had helped with the equipment. altogether

Twenty-two people.

Xu Qianqian's big chase began, and this time they knew who to catch

This manhunt is second only to the hunt down of another esports player that took place later

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Xu Qianqian continued to bury herself in her needlework, a stubborn look, always when she disagreed with what Cao Jiao was doing.

"But, Tutu Qiao, what is the need for all these intrigues? I heard what you said to Tu Tuqiao on the balcony. You're planning to harm Dr. Velaswamy. Why did you harm that elephant doctor? He's a good guy. ”

"What do you know as a woman about this kind of business? The doctor got in my way. First, he refuses to take bribes, which is very difficult for the rest of us. And - alas, there are some things that your mind will never understand. ”

"Tu Tuqiao, you already have money and power, what good can this do you? When we were poor, we were very happy. Ah, I remember very vividly that when you were a town clerk, we had our own house for the first time. How proud we are of our wicker furniture and your fountain pen with gold edges! And the young Xuanwu police officer came into our house, sat on the best chair and drank a bottle of beer, we felt how face-saving we were! Happiness is not in the money. What's the use of you asking for more money now? ”

"Ridiculous, women are ridiculous! Go and cook your food, sew your clothes, and let the know-how take care of the business. ”

"Well, I don't understand. I am your wife, and I have always listened to you. But at least you should accumulate some virtue. You have to accumulate more virtues, Tutu Bridge! For example, you can buy some live fish and take them to the river to release them, so that you can accumulate a lot of virtue. Also, when the monks came to beg for rice this morning, they told me that there were two more monks in the temple who were hungry. Can't you just give them something to eat, Tu Tuqiao? I haven't given them anything myself, so if you give it, you can accumulate virtue. ”

Cao Jiao turned his face from the mirror. This made him a little tempted. As long as he doesn't bother too much, he never misses any opportunity to accumulate virtue. In his eyes, the pile of virtue he has accumulated is like a deposit in a bank that is constantly growing. Every fish released into the river, every thing he gave to the monks, made him one step closer to Elysium. The thought is reassuring. He then ordered the basket of mangoes sent by the village chief to the temple.

Soon after, he was leaving home and heading home, Bartek following him with a pile of papers. He walked slowly, straight, balancing his big belly, and holding a yellow silk umbrella on his head. In the sunlight, his pink robe looked like a smooth praline. He was on his way to the courtroom to hear a day's worth of cases.

Around the time when Cao Jiao started his morning work,

This person's name is Tu Tuqiao, about thirty-five years old, medium height, and his figure is not bad. His long, black, straight hair remained at the back of his head, his black beard was cut short, and his naturally grayish-yellow skin was discolored by the sun. Since he was neither fat nor bald, he did not look old, but his tanned face was always haggard, his cheeks thin, his eyes were deep-set, and his eyes were blank. He was apparently unshaven this morning, still wearing his usual white shirt, khaki twill shorts, and a pair of stockings, but instead of a sunhat, he wore a wide-brimmed felt hat with a brim that covered one eye. He was armed with a bamboo stick with a leather whip attached, followed by a black Cox's Banny named Frow.

However, all these descriptions are still secondary. The first thing people notice when they see Tutu Bridge is that the ugly piece of his left face looks like a scar - because it is dark blue. He was very aware of the flaws in his face, so whenever someone was there, he always turned his way from time to time so that others would not see him.

The Tu Tu Bridge house is located at the top of the playground, right next to the edge of the jungle. Looking out through the door, the terrain of the playground slopes sharply downward, showing a scorched earthy yellow, with five or six bright white bungalows scattered around it. All of this, trembling in the scorching air. There is a Xuanwu cemetery in a white wall halfway down the mountain, and there is a small chapel with a tin roof nearby. Beyond that is the Club of Europeans, and when you see the club – it's a dilapidated single-storey wooden building – you see the real heart of the city. Including Xiangguo, and Songhai City. In every town and town, the Club of Europeans is its spiritual bastion, the true seat of power in Britain, the vain Elysium to which indigenous officials and millionaires aspire. This is especially true in this area, because the Kaioktada Club prides itself on being the only club in Jeonsonghai that never accepts Oriental members. Past the club, the ochre-red Irrawaddy River rushes like diamonds sparkling in the sun. On the other side of the river are large deserted rice paddies that stretch to a black mountain range on the horizon.

The local towns, as well as the courthouses and prisons, are located on the right, mostly hidden among the green linden trees. The spire towered above the trees, like a slender spear coated with gold. Keoktada is a very typical Songhai town, and not much has changed from one to the other, and if it weren't for the convenience of the railway terminus, I am afraid that I would have slept in a medieval dream for another hundred years. The government made it the center of the regional administration and the focus of development, with a group of fat-headed, greedy lawyers, a hospital, a school, and a large and sturdy prison that the Xuanwu people built everywhere from Gibraltar to Songhai City. The population of this area is about 4,000, including 200 Xiangguo, dozens of Xuanwu and 7 Europeans. There are also two Eurasian biracial sons, Mr. Cao Wangrong and Mr. Cao Jiao, the sons of an American Baptist and a Catholic priest respectively. There were no strange people or things in the whole city, except for the dervish monk of the elephant kingdom, who had been living in a tree by the market for twenty years, and came out every morning with a basket to make a fortune.

Tu Tuqiao yawned as he went out. He had been half-drunk the night before, and the strong sunlight had irritated him. "Fuck, fuck it!" He looked down the hill and thought to himself. Since there was no one else around him but the dog, he sang "Damn, damn, damn, ah, you are supreme" to the tune of "Holy, holy, holy, oh, you are damned", while fiddling with the dry grass with his cane, while stepping on the hot road down the mountain. It was almost nine o'clock, and the sun was getting more and more poisonous. The sun was scorching, and the scorching sun continued, as if it had been struck by a large skid. Tu Tuqiao stopped at the door of the club, wondering if he should go in or continue to visit Dr. Velaswamy. At this time, he remembered that today was "Xuanwu Mail Day" and that the newspaper should have arrived, so he walked in and walked around the huge net, which was crawling with vines and small purple flowers in the shape of stars.

On both sides of the road are patches of basalt flowers—oleanders, delphiniums, hollyhocks, and petunias—which have not yet been sunburned and are still blooming in a colorful and wanton manner. Petunias are extraordinarily large, almost like trees. There was no lawn, but a bush of native trees—phoenix trees resembling blood-red flowers, frangipani with cream-colored flowers, purple bougainvillea, crimson hibiscus, pink roses, bile-green croton, and the feathery leaves of tamarind. Vivid tones are striking in bright light. A gardener walks among the flowers with a jug in hand.