Chapter 56 The Wrath and Srage of the Chinese
Everyone thought that Su Han had disarmed and surrendered, and the guy actually asked to take the initiative to report the results.
Isn't this a shame?
Of course, more people are confused. Does Su Han really intend to turn defeat into victory?
The host sneered: "Okay, okay, you have to be ashamed, and I still want to cover it for you."
Su Han ignored him and gave an Arabic numeral: "3."
This number suddenly appeared on the opposite screen.
If this number is highlighted, it means that the answer is correct.
"Oh, it's quite accurate."
"5."
The numbers are lit up again.
"I'm so lucky." The audience continued to break out with the theory of luck.
"10."
Another one lit up, and this time it was the audience's turn to be silent.
They were scared by Su Han. This is simply unscientific. Can they recognize the numbers without eyes? Which famous teacher taught such an apprentice? It's incredible.
Su Han's number still hasn't stopped. He reported one, and the screen lit up one.
Every time a new number is lit, the audience opens their mouths, and they dare not make any sound for fear of disturbing Su Han's thinking. It is very painful to forcibly suppress their excitement. These audiences are very painful now and want to howl in their hearts, but they can only swallow these words. How uncomfortable it is in the stomach.
“57.58.61.69.” Su Han reported the last number.
25 out of 25, with a hit rate of 100%.
The victory or defeat is clear.
The audience suddenly used it like a tide, and some people had to squeeze up the rotating stairs.
"Don't argue with me. I want to hug Hero Su no matter what I say today."
"Is Hero Su from your family? Hero Su is a talent who belongs to the whole Chinese tattoo industry.
Many audiences came on stage to abandon Su Han and welcome the heroes returning from the Arc de Triomphe.
Xiaoying is also a little excited. It seems that she has always underestimated Su Han's strength. She used to think that Su Han's greatest characteristic is sincerity, but now she finds that he is a monkey, causing havoc in the heavenly palace. I don't know how much ability he has.
It was also the first time she felt that her male friends around her were so bottomless.
She wiped away her tears of excitement and waved her arms and shouted excitedly, "Brother Xiaohan, you are the best, Brother Xiaohan, you are the best."
Su Han heard a familiar voice, waved in that direction, and also noticed Xiaoying.
At that moment, Xiaoying looked at Su Han's eyes with a tearful impulse. Isn't it a little too much for such a bloody man to be scolded as a violent man by herself just now?
Xiaoying turned around and really shed tears. Tears told him, "You really went too much."
The audience kept throwing away Su Han, and some of the audience even asked, "Su Hero, can you tell us who your master is?"
At this point, Su Han had nothing to hide and shouted loudly, "My sect is called - Wenmen! My master is - nine... tattoo!!!"
With a loud voice, Su Han told the tattoo enthusiasts: "The tattoo door is very powerful, and the nine tattoos are a master."
Many people who want to engage in the tattoo industry have a plan. They must enter the tattoo door, and no matter how difficult it is, they can really cultivate themselves into talents.
Next to the TV, Jiuwen watches TV almost every night. This time, he also found the tattoo exhibition competition. During the trial broadcast, he saw his apprentice. He, who had been thrifty, spent 20 yuan to subscribe to this program.
When he saw Su Han give back to him, he was as excited as a child and jumped around in the spacious room. When he saw Su Han close his eyes, he pinched a handful of sweat.
When he heard Su Han's sentence, "My sect is called - Wenmen, and my master is - Jiuwen!!!" The old Jiuwen covered his eyes with his thin hands. At that moment, the hot and turbid tears came out of his eyes like a collapsed river, and even oozed out of the old hand and gathered into a drop. On your own legs.
"Good boy, good boy..." Jiuwen was so moved that he was even very guilty. In fact, he had not taught Su Han too many things, but Su Han did a large publicity for him Jiuwen and Wenmen.
It can be imagined that in the next few days, Wenmen will be full of doors and many learners, all of which are brought by Su Han.
"God will live up to me and let me meet such a forgetful friendship." Jiuwen's shoulders shrugged with excitement.
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In the VIP hall, Li Changfeng pointed to Kan Dongzhe's nose and scolded, "Bastard, son of a bitch, I let you abuse that rookie. What's the situation now? Have you been abused like this by that rookie? Do you know? Many TV viewers even thought that this was our own arrangement, because they didn't believe that a guy who had learned tattoos for three days could defeat a master like you and unsubscribed halfway. I lost more than 16 million, do you understand?
"Hmm, rookie? Have you ever seen such a fierce rookie? Who are you looking for for me?
"No matter who you are, in the next game, you bet on one finger and another one. If you have to kill him, you can bet on what you are most proud of." Li Changfeng gave orders.
"If I want to bet on you, I will never bet my finger on this bet."
Li Changfeng pulled Kantozhe over, and a cold light flashed in his left hand. A blade rested on Kantozhe's neck: "Two choices, first, you give me a good bet. I guarantee that you are intact. At the same time, you can also get a five million check from me, and you can also win back your reputation. Second, if you don't gamble, then, your life is in my hands, and you can't go back to Japan. At the same time, the lives of your family are also in my hands. The people at the mouth of the Yamaguchi Group are now in your home.
"You... are so shameless."
"You are also shameless. Don't say anyone. Go ahead. Your family is waiting for you to be reunited." Li Changfeng let go of his hand and pointed to the door.
"Hmm!" After looking at Li Changfeng, Guan Dongzhe left the room and appeared on the stage again.
The crowd on the stage is not over yet. This is one of the masters in the tattoo world. In the annual international competition, Chinese players are always intercepted halfway. This time, although it is not a formal competition, killing Asia's first tattoo artist is enough for the audience to find a little comfort.
"Hero Su, you are my idol."
"Don't call it Hero Su. It's too vulgar. We should change it to Su Banxian."
"It makes sense that you can say all the numbers without opening your eyes. What is this?
"Half a man and half an immortal, gods and ghosts come first."
When everyone's mood was already extremely high, the host came out again to destroy the scenery: "Please be quiet. Just now, Mr. Kanto lost his horse and decided to win another game. He wants to ask Su Han if he is willing to play another game."
"It's better than a wool. If you lose, you still want to lose again?"
"Can that Kanto Zhe still have a face? Losing two games in a row, are you still coming?"
"It's also ** flowers again. Let's honestly roll back to Japan with your tail."
At this time, Su Han has become everyone's new favorite and speaks everywhere.
"This time's gambling is different. Don't gamble on money or jewelry."
"What's the bet?"
"One finger!" The host stretched out his middle finger with a platinum ring: "How about cutting off this finger if anyone loses?"
The audience was suddenly unhappy: "Damn, bet your fingers? Why don't you tell him to commit suicide by gambling? Don't Japanese people like to play this all the time?
"You?" The host was choked a little.
Su Han pushed away the crowd and said loudly, "Kuan Dongzhe was obviously militarism when Japan invaded China. I took this bet, not for anything else, but for the evil of that year."
Papa!
The applause was thunderous, and all the people with hats automatically took off their hats and paid attention to Su Hanxing.
This group of prodigal sons who love tattoos may be different from ordinary people, but one thing is the same, they all have a burning heart for their motherland.
"Good! The project to be bet this time will be formulated by Kantozhe. The host lengthen his tone, but unfortunately, Guan Dongzhe doesn't have any favor now, and almost everyone doesn't like him.
"This is unfair. The designated person of the gambling project is Kantozhe? This is not better than when the two of us go to shit together and wipe our buttocks, you give me a bamboo board and tell me that you usually use bamboo board to scrape. Do you scrape with bamboo board, I must scrape bamboo board?" Talented audiences always exist.
Su Han laughed for a long time: "Brothers, stop it. This time, I don't have any crooked thoughts. I want to make Guan Dongzhe, the devil, lose convincingly. If he loses, he will obediently hide when he sees Chinese people in the future. As a pug, he stops under the bed and dares to say nothing."
"Good! I support you."
"I also support it."
"If you want money and people, you have a word, as long as Su Banxian opens his mouth."
One sentence reminded the older audience of the story they heard from their parents at that time. Japanese tanks drove to China and Japanese troops drove to China, all of which formed a sad event that Chinese people have been mentioned until now.
Aggression! In the end, the Chinese drove away those arrogant Japanese devils. Now, China is no longer afraid of small Japanese islands, but we take you with the benevolence of China, and little Japan still wants to provoke China.
Then let you taste the anger of China!
Look at this huge anger, can you accept it!
The hatred of Chinese people against Japanese comes from the heart, and any hot-blooded youth will unconditionally hate them, especially the Japanese with militaristic tendencies.
While all the audience's eyes were rosy, Kanto Zhe still came over arrogantly: "Stupid Chinese people, let you see what is the highest art today."
Do you dare to say the word "China" in China? Looking for death?
Some of the angry audience were ready to take the bench to treat Guan Dongzhe's stinky mouth, but Su Han said calmly, "Don't use force first. Let the Japanese kneel in front of us with dignity!"