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Chapter eight hundred and ninety fifth: Thousands of calls(2/2)

Xiao Jing was already worried. When he heard this, he lay on the ground without saying a word: "I will die."

Emperor Hongzhi seemed very unhappy.

Why, your factory guards dare to check the details and find out on my head...

He continued to look slowly, and the ancient well was not waved. After carefully reading it, it was still calm and light. He put the report on the imperial case and said, "Do your serious business and call a few of you."

"I obey the order!" Xiao Jing breathed a sigh of relief. Today was so dangerous.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt scared.

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But at the entrances of major book shops, it was in full swing.

Countless people flocked to the door of this book shop.

"Give me a ball."

"Come to the latest issue..."

"I'll give you one too..."

The sales volume of the ball exploded directly.

It turns out that people think that when buying football lottery or watching football, why do you need to go and read any articles about Laozi Football?

But now I know that after listening to the experts' analysis, I will never suffer any loss.

Especially Zhu Dashou.

Therefore, the latest issue of the ball was released, countless people lined up outside the bookstore.

This time, Zhu Dashou will definitely have more articles. There will be several games in the next ten-day day. Well... Let's take a look at Zhu Dashou's analysis... let's talk about it.

People rush to the forefront, fearing that they are out of stock...

The person who bought it smiled.

This ball is different from a journal. The paper is very cheap and is almost not much different from straw paper, so the printing cost is extremely low and the price is within the affordable range of most people.

Someone bought the "Ball Sutra" and suddenly, many people gathered around: "Has Mr. Zhu written a ball review? What did you say?"

"You won't buy it yourself?" The person who bought it gave them a blank look. This was bought by yourself with money, so why do you show it to you?

But while complaining, he lowered his head, his body trembled...

No.

What about Zhu Dashou?

What's wrong... Zhu Dashou didn't write a football review?

The person holding the ball in his hand searched over and over again, trying to find the word "I miss you all day long".

But……

No!

Nothing!

This person's face... is green!

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Chapter completed!
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