CHAPTER 97 CRICKET FIGHT

"Well, young man, you have so many crickets." When the fishermen finished buying flower horn and were ready to leave, the old man suddenly noticed the cricket in the corner. Crickets are not invisible things and they are on the table in the corner. It's not difficult to spot them.

"Old Mister, are you interested in buying one or two?" Su Jing asked.

"How much is one?" The old man was obviously very interested, and his eyes were shining slightly. Other fishermen were also interested, but not as much as they were as excited as watching flower horn. They saw the flower horn as an expert player and cricket as an amateur.

"10,000," Su Jing said.

"You are too unfair." The old man was speechless for a while. Did the young man think that just because he bought the flower horns generously, he will just waste money?

"Old Mister, you can't say that. Every penny is worth every penny." Su Jing laughed.

"Then you mean that they are worth it? Are they very powerful? Should we take a look at them now?" The old man's eyebrows flicked.

"Did you ring your crickets with you?" Su Jing was stunned.

"Hey hey, I did bring it." The old man thought Su Jing was afraid and laughed playfully.

"That's fine, but what if you lose?" Su Jing said quietly.

"If I lose, I will buy one for ten thousand yuan." The old man said.

"That's not necessary. How can I buy and sell by force? If you lose, just introduce some buyers to me. You should know a lot of people who like cricket fighting?" Su Jing laughed and said that although sales were handed over to Peng Ming, it was not a bad thing to help pull some strings.

"Yes, but what if you lost?" asked the old man.

"If I lose, You can take any ten crickets here with you," Su Jing said.

"Good." The old man's eyes are bright, although he does not think that these crickets are worth 10,000 yuan but looking at them, Their appearance is really good and they are worth about thousands of Yuan, If he can take 10, he will absolutely make a lot of money. The old man then went out to a bridge car in the yard to fetch crickets.

"A'Jing, don't blame me for not reminding you, Old Liu is a veteran at Cricket fighting," Xue Zhonghong reminded.

"That's alright. Otherwise, I can't show the strength of these crickets." Su Jing smiled, not caring about the authenticity. These crickets have been feeding on the fallen leaves of Immortal World for a few days. Although they have not been fed much, they have been reborn, and they are better than ordinary crickets.

"Shall we set up a gambling game?" The bald middle-aged man said.

"Well, I'll bet Old Liu wins."

"I also bet Old Liu wins."

"I also bet Old Liu wins."

"All bet Old Liu and a fart."

The bald middle-aged man wondered that although gambling was not possible, they were still interested and waiting for the good play. They don't think Old Liu has any chance of losing. They think Su Jing doesn't know the world because they all know that Old Liu is very famous in the field of cricket fighting. His crickets often win in cricket fighting competitions. And Su Jing is only a young man in his early twenties. He probably has little experience. His crickets are also free-range. Can he raise more than one hundred at a time? Cricket fighting is not expensive.

Later, Old Liu came back with a mahogany grille and three earthen jars, and crickets and grilles in the car. This is definitely a cricket lover. Playing with fish and crickets, he estimated that only the elderly can be so leisurely.

"Young man, let's get started." Old Liu said putting the mahogany bucket on the table.

If it is a very regular game, cricket farmers would send their crickets to selected shantytowns before gambling. Crickets must first bathe in water boiled by radishes, and then raise them in shantytowns for five days (some crickets take stimulants, which can be effectively prevented). The casino staff work on their behalf and the households must not operate (cheating prevention). Five days later, they can participate in the fight.

Nevertheless, it is impossible to pay so much attention to it just for two people to discuss it. Moreover, this is a sudden decision to play and it is unlikely that the stimulants will be taken in advance.

"How do you start?" Su Jing asked as he didn't understand.

"You kid teases me. You don't even know how crickets fight started. You dare say your crickets are very good." Old Liu has a sense of being played.

"I don't know the proper cricket fighting rules, but my crickets are really good." Su Jing swears in an authentic tone.

"I have three crickets, 36, 38 and 42. You can choose one of them." Old Liu said.

"Er… I don't have such a precise electronic scale. You can choose anyone." Su Jing said that and although he didn't understand it, he probably understood Old Liu's words. Like a boxer, crickets are weighted.

"Any one? You're crazy enough, but I don't want to bully you. You can choose one for yourself." Old Liu said.

"Then I will choose." Su Jing walks to the box and reaches for a lattice. The cricket jumps into Su Jing's palm. Su Jing holds the cricket and goes back to the fence. The cricket stands in Su Jing's palm and does not run around.

"Hey!" Old Liu and others showed surprise at this. They didn't know that crickets could play like this. Generally, who didn't pretend to be good enough to be afraid that crickets would run away, but looking at the crickets'smart appearance, they didn't seem to be the kind of crickets that didn't want to move because of their faults. Xue Zhonghong, the only one who has seen Su Jing's abilities in this respect has a familiar look.

Old Liu looked at the cricket on Su Jing's hand carefully again, and there was a feeling of being looked down upon, because this cricket, among the dozens of hundreds of crickets in the box, was relatively small, and its size was estimated to be less than 38.

"Little Xue, you can be the referee." Old Liu told Xue Zhonghong.

"All right." Xue Zhonghong nodded, straightened the grille, stood next to it, and then said, "Both sides put crickets in the grille."

Su Jing put crickets on one side of the fence. Old Liu didn't want to win unfairly. He didn't use 42 cricket. He used 38 cricket and put it on the other side of the fence. There was a gate in the middle. So for the time being, the two crickets couldn't touch each other.

"Now you have a minute." Xue Zhonghong handed Old Liu and Su Jing a piece of grass and started the stopwatch on his mobile phone as he spoke.

Old Liu immediately plunged the grass into the fence and pulled his cricket. Su Jing did not fight crickets, but it's not hard to guess that the purpose of doing so was to arouse the fighting nature of crickets and excite them. Su Jing also draws gourds and uses grass to pull crickets.

After a while, Old Liu's cricket suddenly raised its wings and Su Jing's cricket suddenly turned around and cried at Old Liu.

"The game begins." Xue Zhonghong pulled up the gate from the middle and two crickets rushed together and began to fight.