As the capital of Daliang Kingdom, Luoyang City has nearly 300,000 households and a population of more than 1 million.
Big, very big!
Song Che drove all morning, changed two carriages, and could not complete a quarter of the journey.
"How about we open a restaurant? Food is the most important thing for the people. Everyone in the capital is extremely rich, so eating and drinking will definitely make money." Lin Yue suggested.
Song Che shook his head, the restaurant was a business, it needed time to accumulate, and the money came too slowly.
"Then how about we open a jewelry store? Look at the streets full of men wearing hairpins and women wearing gold. There must be sales." Lin Yue suggested again.
Song Che still shook his head. Low-end jewelry was too cheap, and high-end jewelry required start-up capital. He had spent most of the silver taels given by He Qiu all the way from Suzhou to Luoyang, and now he only had three hundred taels left on hand.
What's more, he doesn't plan to take root in Luoyang City. He wants to make quick money, make a lot of money, and have a huge influence, so that he can shake the emperor.
"How about bringing your business in Suzhou to Luoyang? Even the princess praised the beauty of Jiangnan, and other princes and nobles will definitely like it." Lin Yue suggested again.
It's not like Song Che hasn't thought about this plan. After all, his old bank has experience and sales in Luoyang. However, the "Sui Coin" business has been booming recently. He is afraid that the Yang family will let the Yang family go before the cargo ship from Suzhou passes Yangzhou. To sink.
He still shook his head.
"This won't work, that won't work either, which one will work?" Lin Yue was even a little anxious.
Song Che couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, "No, I'm the one doing the business. Why are you so anxious?"
"I...I have some savings over the years, and I have always wanted to make money from it. You are so good at making money, why don't you take me to have some soup?"
"I can't even eat meat myself, and yet -"
"Snapped!"
Before Song Che could finish his words, a ball hit him squarely on the head.
"Who is it! So ungrateful!"
He turned his head and shouted, and saw a few yellow-haired children not far away from the market, looking at him warily.
Looking down at the ground, there was a round ball lying on the ground.
In ancient times, this should be called Cuju.
It must have been those little brats who lost their temper by playing around and accidentally kicked him.
Song Che stared at the ball closely, and a sudden idea sprouted in his mind...
He jumped off the carriage, picked up the ball, and strode towards the child.
It was probably because they saw Song Che dressed in extraordinary clothes and traveling in carriages and horses that ordinary children couldn't afford to offend him. They bowed and apologized to him repeatedly, and some were frightened to tears.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uncle, don't hit us, we know we were wrong."
Song Che cursed in his heart: Damn it, do I really look so scary?
"You're really a pawn, why are you so serious with a group of children?" Lin Yue came over to scold him.
"I really want to make them look good today!" Song Che glared at the children: "You should watch carefully."
Let go of the ball in your hand. The moment it hits the ground, hook the ball with the instep of your feet. Then lift it gently and start using both feet together to hit the ball.
A crowd of children could be seen moving up and down to the rhythm.
"How's it going? Doesn't this skilled footwork make you look good?"
That's not bragging. Song Che was on the school's football team in college, and once led his college to achieve third-from-last results. If he develops in the football industry, Melo will have to step aside obediently.
"Uncle, can you teach us how to play Cuju?"
The children's mouths were full of surprise, obviously impressed by Song Che's superb skills.
Song Che waved his hand and was about to speak when he heard someone say:
"If you could do this, the old sow next door would be able to climb the tree."
Lin Yue stood up from the ground and kicked the ball away from Song Che's hand with her toes. The ball flew seven or eight feet into the air. At the moment it fell rapidly, Lin Yue stood on her own. With a hook on her instep, the ball stuck to her foot like glue. .
Stop the ball without rebound!
Song Che rubbed his eyes, not believing rumors or spreading them unless seeing is believing.
"Just keep an eye on it, this is called football skills."
Lin Yue gently bumped her instep, and when the ball was in the air, she raised her knees to hit it. When the ball was higher, she raised her head to catch it, and the ball rested safely on her forehead;
She tilted her head, and the ball rolled to her shoulder. She shrugged again, and the ball slid down her arm to the back of her hand. She made a wave with the back of her hand, and the ball rolled from her left arm over her shoulder to her right arm.
Throwing her right palm upwards, she spread her wings like a flying swallow, stopped the ball with her right heel, then flicked her left foot, and the ball fell into the top of her head again. She lowered her head again, and the ball rolled to her chest, and the three balls stood side by side. The size is actually not much different;
The ball followed the chest and dropped into the instep again, left and right, left and right, left and right, front and back, left and right and back...
If there were talents like her in the national football team, why would they not be able to enter the World Cup for 20 consecutive years?
"What a skill. Is this girl from Juke?"
"I've watched Ju Ke games, but this girl's skills are not as good!"
"Sister is much better than uncle!"
Not to mention Song Che who was stunned and dumbfounded, the passers-by also gathered around and were full of praise and admiration.
Lin Yue kicked the ball back to the child and warned: "Next time you play football, don't choose to play in a busy city. If you hit someone with a bad temper, be careful of your butt blossoming."
After that, he pulled Song Che into the carriage and quickly left the busy city.
"Nvxia Lin, you are so amazing." Song Che praised sincerely.
Lin Yue said calmly: "It's nothing. People who practice martial arts can move and retract every inch of their bones and muscles freely. Not to mention kicking a rubber ball, they can kick it even if it is replaced by an egg."
Stop bluffing. No matter how advanced your martial arts skills are, how can you fly across the waves? Can a scorpion wag its tail? She must have practiced.
"I see that the Cuju style is very strong in Luoyang City. I heard that some people mentioned the word 'Ju Ke' earlier. Can Nvxia Lin clarify the confusion?" Song Che asked.
Lin Yue was confused: "Cuju is so popular in Daliang. You, a businessman who travels all over the country, don't know?"
"Cuju has never been very popular in our Jiangnan..."
"That's right. It is said that you Jiangnan people are all made of water. Those who can walk will never run. Cuju, a strenuous sport, is indeed not suitable for you."
"In fact, there is no need to engage in regional blackmail."
Guangzhou Evergrande also belongs to the southern camp, and they have dominated the Chinese Super League for several times.
"Cuju, as for the army, originally came from the army. It can not only increase fun but also strengthen the body. Later, it gradually became a noble game. The ball can be made of straw, paper, or cowhide, and there is no venue limit. A small open space can But, in this way, this sport became popular throughout the country;
You may not believe it, but our Princess Han is not bad at playing football despite her usual cuteness;
And the princess’s husband, Anyang Wang Zhao Xin, also likes Cuju very much. When the prince is at home, he will hold Cuju competitions in the palace every once in a while;
It can be said that the Anyang Palace, from the princes and princesses to the servants and maids, can kick a few kicks;
There are those who play games privately at home, and naturally there are also professional ones, and these people are called "Ju Ke";
Especially among the imperial guards in the capital, each battalion has many players with excellent skills, and those who stand out will be selected into the royal Cuju team, which will be led by the Xuanhui Academy and receive a salary;
If there is a Cuju team, there will naturally be competitions. There is a "Cuju City" in Meishan outside Luoyang City, which specializes in holding various Cuju competitions. The most famous one is undoubtedly the "Green Forest" held by "Qingyun Club". The entire Daliang All dynasties, states, and counties can organize and participate..."
Song Che was stunned for a moment after hearing this Cuju process, and the light in his eyes became more and more intense.
Although there were Cuju competitions in ancient times, they were definitely not that formal, and there was certainly no such thing as an "opening".
If we can hold a "Luo Chao" in Luoyang and then open the market, we will definitely make a lot of money based on the enthusiasm of the people in Daliang for Cuju.
And since there is a royal Cuju team, it means that the emperor also loves this sport. Why not use the name of the competition to "Cuju face the saint"?
"good!"
Song Che slapped his thigh and decided that he would start a 'Luoyang Cuju Super League' - Luo Chao!
But if you want to hold a large-scale competition, you must have a small amount of start-up capital. Now he only has three hundred taels of silver, which is obviously not enough.
Song Che inadvertently shifted his gaze to Lin Yue who was driving beside him, and asked with a smile: "Nvxia Lin, I have a business that is sure to make a profit without losing any money. Do you want to follow me?"
Lin Yue glanced at him sideways, "If I can make money, I will naturally follow."
"It's a pity that I walked all the way from Suzhou, and I didn't have much money left in my pocket to buy food and clothing along the way." Song Che smiled again: "You might as well take out more of your savings and let's eat together the money we earned. Meat."
"Didn't you just win more than one million yuan?" Lin Yue asked.
Song Che said: "That one million is just flying money. You have to go to Hangzhou to exchange it for me. Isn't it urgently needed right now?"
"How much do you want?"
"how much do you have?"
"Why do I feel that you are squeezing my money?" Lin Yue looked at Song Che suspiciously, thought for a moment, and then pointed out a finger: "I will make this deal with you with one hundred liang."
Song Che shook his head: "Not enough."
Lin Yue added another finger: "Two hundred taels?"
Song Che still shook his head, "It's not enough."
"Oh, that's all," Lin Yue said with a risk-taking attitude, "I'll give you all my belongings, five hundred taels!"
Song Che smiled slightly: "At least five thousand taels."
