Tibet

Chapter 13 Hierarchy
Several young and strong men chattered.

"What kind of foreign aid can he invite? The prince stipulates that white players are not allowed, or he can only invite other black players, but can other black players compare with Little Flying Dragon?"

"Little Flying Dragon is just a master of black golfers, playing a round of [-] pennies, there are many white players who are better than him!"

"The problem is that the prince doesn't allow white players? Qiao Xingzhong would at most invite black players, but Xiao Feilong ranks first among the black players. He probably thought it was Qi Yong who played, and Wang Shun would be enough for him."

"Let's go quickly, Zihualou is going to drink, first agree, I will buy the drink, if you want to touch the powder, you have to pay for it yourself!"

After several young men left, Li Ye quickly sorted out a few key points.

First, they should be players arranged by Manager Hu San.

Second, foreign aid can be invited for the game. Qiao Xingzhong did not tell the truth to himself.

Third, the foreign aid hired by Manager Hu San is a black player, nicknamed Little Flying Dragon.

Fourth, they do not know their own existence.

Fifth, these guys don't practice well, but go to drink flower wine instead, and they are not a strong team in terms of will.

Sixth, being a black golfer is very profitable, and the appearance fee for a game is [-] guan. Li Ye seems to have seen a way to make quick money.

Li Ye searched around, and finally found a small shop that specializes in all kinds of second-hand polo equipment. The store is small and has no signboard. It is like a corridor, very narrow and long. This should be the lowest-grade polo equipment in Xishi. shop.

The owner of the shop is an old man, sitting at the door and squinting his eyes to take a nap. There are various second-hand golf equipment hanging on the wall inside the shop.

Li Ye found the cue clubs. There were more than [-] clubs in a wooden barrel of various types of wood.

He took a fancy to one of them at a glance. It was of high quality, the same as his previous cue, made of jujube wood, heavy in his hand, and [-]% new.

This was prepared for himself, but there was no price on it, so Li Ye rushed to the door with the cue.

"Shop, how much is this cue?"

"Are you sure you want this one?" the old man asked slowly.

Li Ye nodded, and the old man said again: "The items in my store are sold and will not be refunded. I have to make it clear to you that there is no problem with the quality of this cue. The main reason is that the style is very old. It is the first generation of Zhenguan. The current Tianbao model is the seventh generation, and the original owner didn’t like it, so he sold it to me.”

Li Ye also couldn't understand the difference in styles, he felt that they were all similar, he nodded, "There is no problem with the items, the key is the price!"

"I spent [-] Wen to get it back a few years ago, you can give me [-] Wen!"

It only cost [-] Wen to buy this cue, and Li Ye felt the joy of picking up the wrong things.

Li Ye then found Qiao Bin. Qiao Bin was studying at Chang'an County School. It seemed that the school had very loose management and could ask for leave at will. He is currently in charge of the team's logistics.

After hearing about Li Ye's chance encounter in Xishi, Qiao Bin explained the difference between black players and white players to Li Ye. He explained: "Little Flying Dragon is a nickname. In fact, every polo player has a nickname. Their real names are everyone. Instead, I don’t know.”

"Does your father know? The other party invited this little flying dragon."

Qiao Bin nodded, "My father knows a little bit, but he doesn't know it's Xiao Feilong."

Qiao Bin's mood became heavy, and the forced smile on his face disappeared. Xiao Feilong ranked the highest among black players, and he was a very powerful guy. Did his father underestimate the enemy?
"What is this ranking based on?"

Qiao Bin sighed and said: "Depending on the number of games won, the ranking is done every two years. He played 22 games last year, only lost two games, and won [-] games, so he is still ranked first this year, and he will be ranked first next year. Counting, everyone is at a starting point again.

White golfers also have their own rankings, but they are indistinguishable from black golfers. White golfers belong to the third-tier golfers, while black golfers are fourth-tier golfers. "

"How many advanced golfers are there?"

Qiao Bin shook his head, "The number of players is very small. There are eight second-tier players in total. They are all recognized polo masters. There are also two top players who are playing with the emperor in the palace!"

"If I defeat Xiao Feilong..."

Qiao Bin smiled wryly and said, "He's still ranked No. 2. No. [-] has only [-] wins, so you're an assassin!"

"Assassin golfer! What do you mean?"

"Assassin player is an unknown person who beats a famous master. This is actually a loophole in the polo rankings, so there is the term assassin player. Of course, you will definitely be noticed by interested people."

Li Ye asked again with interest: "How much can this little flying dragon rank among the white players?"

Qiao Bin raised a little finger, "He is nothing in the hands of white players. Those guys really look down on black players and call them field players."

Li Ye suddenly understood that this is a pyramid-like hierarchy of players.

The two top players played with the emperor, and the eight second-tier players came down, enjoying the highest honor.

Then there are two to three hundred third-level white players, they are organized polo players, and then there are countless fourth-level black players, they are organized foreign players, and there are amateurs like servants below. Polo players, and the lowest level is the folk grassroots players like myself.

He is also only worthy of playing with amateur polo players like servants, so only people at the management level invite him to play, and he didn't even want him at the beginning. It's not that the prince has any rules, it's just an excuse, the real reason It's because I can't get on the stage at all.

Qiao Bin is a pure and good boy, but his father is not.

..........
Li Ye left listlessly, but Qiao Bin hurried to report to his father.

In an alley next to the palace, Qiao Xingzhong became a little nervous after listening to his son's report. Hu San actually invited Xiao Feilong, what should we do?
"Father, why don't we also invite the black player, the second-ranked Waterhawk."

It was about his father's job and the whole family's livelihood. At this moment, Qiao Bin couldn't care about Li Ye anymore.

Qiao Xingzhong shook his head, "He went to the competition in Xianyang County, it was too late, the prince just moved the time of the competition to the day after tomorrow."

Qiao Bin was surprised, "But brother Li hasn't trained yet! I'm not familiar with all kinds of coordination, how can I compete?"

Qiao Xingzhong sneered and said: "Hu San invited Xiao Feilong, how could a person as proud as Xiao Feilong play with his servant? There should be no martial arts competition, most likely it will be Wen competition, Hu San won't give me a chance, he persuaded me The princess raced ahead of schedule."

"Then what should we do?" Qiao Bin was worried.

Qiao Xingzhong gritted his teeth and said: "I can only gamble. Li Ye can play double jumps, and his skills are by no means inferior to Xiao Feilong. If he can't get on the stage, if he is capable, Xiao Feilong will give up the game. I wish for it!"

Qiao Xingzhong whispered a few words to his son, Qiao Bin nodded repeatedly,
"Wow!" Li Ye jumped into the well again, Pei Min didn't come every day to give him advice once, and he had to practice hard for the rest of the time.

After realizing his humble status, Li Ye was deeply stimulated, and a monstrous anger was burning in his heart. He didn't care about being a polo player, he wanted to become a peerless swordsman like Pei Min.

This time he didn't feel the biting cold like last night, and the resentment in his heart turned into a strong motivation. He swung the club hard and decisively under the water, once, twice, three times.
His lungs felt as if they were about to explode. He swung the eighth shot with all his strength. Then he kicked off the stone lock and rushed out of the water like a fish. He took a big gulp of air, but his body didn't feel tired, and there was a feeling in his heart. Can't be happy.

Li Ye took a deep breath and dived into the water again.
On the well, Pei Min watched the well silently, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, this child was beyond his expectation.

The second time I went into the well, I could swing eight times. You must know that I could only swing five times at most when I went into the water for the second time.

This child is a piece of uncut jade, which was once wrapped in stones, stupid and rough, but now the outer layer of stones has been knocked away, revealing the white and moist jade inside.

Pei Min sighed inwardly, put a small box on the well platform, turned around and floated away.

(End of this chapter)