Chapter 151: Chapter 151: She Fell Behind Again!
Prince An squeezed his fingers until they crackled.
But losing is losing, and it’s an irrefutable fact.
If your skills aren’t as good as others’, you have no right to speak.
But still, it’s too frustrating.
Mr. Chu, Mr. Wei, and Mr. Ge also wore expressions of defeat.
Although they are fond of polo, they’re ultimately not naturally gifted.
The rivalry with the opponent began years ago over a trivial matter. Though they’ve long forgotten the incident, the animosity between the two groups has deepened and persisted to this day.
They inherently like to make comparisons everywhere, so how can they now willingly accept losing to the other side?
However, after this match, they clearly felt the disparity in strength between them and the opponents, who were even stronger than last year. They can only win if Heir Pei returns in time.
Or perhaps...
Ah!
Even the Third Miss and others outside the field couldn’t bear to watch anymore.
"Those led by the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel’s son are too excessive, not making a single measure when speaking."
Fang Yuan said, "Both sides constantly compare in life, let alone on the field? It’s fine if Prince An and the others win today; otherwise, they’ll be ridiculed for a year."
Fang Yuan watched last year’s match, where Prince An and the others lost miserably.
One might have thought that Second Brother’s intervention this year would help them vent their frustration.
However, Second Brother was unable to attend due to some matter.
This makes things difficult.
Based on the situation in the first match, Prince An and the others are still outmatched by the opponents.
Cheng Ru also appeared anxious, "Is Second Cousin really not participating?"
The Third Miss and Fang Yuan both shook their heads, as no one knew Second Brother’s whereabouts.
While speaking, the second match commenced.
This time it was even more intense than the first because Prince An and the others, driven by anger, wanted to fight hard, determined to win at least one match even if they lost in the end.
Everyone was fighting fiercely.
But the opponents were fighting fiercely too.
The match was in full swing, thrilling the spectators, who even forgot to drink their milk tea.
Indeed, today’s milk tea was selling like crazy.
Normally, people might be reluctant to spend fifty wen on a cup of milk tea, but on a special day with matches, many didn’t mind buying a cup for fun.
As they drank, they found it quite delicious, not only tasty but also with many varieties.
There was pearl milk tea, fruit milk tea, banana milk tea, and Burning Immortal Grass; flavors never heard of but surprisingly good, leaving a lasting impression after just one taste.
"Which shop sells this milk tea?" someone couldn’t help but ask.
"It’s called ’Burning Immortal Grass Milk Tea,’ look at the writing on the packaging?"
Upon looking, the packaging not only has the shop name but also the shop’s address, albeit the print is somewhat small.
Next time, whoever wants to drink knows where to find it.
The advertising is very successful; today "Burning Immortal Grass Milk Tea" gained significant fame.
This made Ji Nishang riding by in a carriage grip her fingers tightly.
In just half a month, other than the Xiao’s Milk Tea shop near "Burning Immortal Grass Milk Tea," the business of the other four is bleak and facing closure.
Looking at the daily accounts, Ji Nishang felt ashamed facing her aunt.
Her aunt didn’t vocalize complaints but her expression was clearly displeased.
Initially expecting to earn a lot, they opened multiple locations; now daily business doesn’t cover costs, let alone profit?
If this continues, losses will snowball, and personal funds will be needed to cover, which Mrs. Xiao couldn’t accept, asking Ji Nishang to think of solutions.
Ji Nishang was looking for solutions, but didn’t know where the problem lay. Clearly, the milk tea tastes the same, prices are reasonable, by her thinking, it should succeed.
Yet at the same price, "Burning Immortal Grass Milk Tea" has better business.
Ji Nishang pondered obsessively without identifying the issue, unable to come up with strategies, stuck in a loop.
In this situation, how could she have the mood for a polo match? If her cousin participated, she might have had interest to spectate; but her cousin wasn’t there, so she had no inclination for the match.
Just as her carriage passed by, "Burning Immortal Grass Milk Tea" had also set up near the polo event?
More accurately, it was set up in temporary stalls.
Business seemed especially good, with people queuing to buy milk tea, this...
Why hadn’t she thought of this method? If Xiao’s Milk Tea had been sold here today, with so many people, business would certainly be good, possibly recouping recent losses!
But now it’s too late to say anything.
Setting up now is too late; this requires planning in advance and networking to sell milk tea in such a place.
She’s fallen behind another step!
Ji Nishang bit her lip, her discontentment evident.
She always believed she had a knack for business, but encounters with Qu Fulan continually frustrated her, making her feel miserable.
Meanwhile, the match on the field approached its climax, cheers from spectators rose continuously, making even those absent feel the competition’s intensity.
Amidst a strong wave of cheers, this match finally came to an end.
The winning team dismounted and ran around the field, shouting triumphantly and showing off to the spectators, portraying great bravado as if they’d gained complete victory.
But it was close enough, the other side losing two matches made comeback difficult.
Unless a miracle happened.
But where are there so many miracles in the world?
These people anticipated beating the opposition with a four to zero shutout, becoming increasingly arrogant in joy.
"Didn’t they say Heir Pei registered to compete? Why isn’t he seen, is he afraid to lose, so he hid early?" Zhou Baiying, son of Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, eagerly mocked.
"He’s still a Princely Heir and holds the title of Young General. Losing to us would be a disgrace? So he simply didn’t show up, saving face in a way, hahaha." someone echoed.
"Even Heir Pei is more self-aware than you all; knowing he couldn’t afford losing, he became a turtle, simply better than you unaware folks."
With one remark, the mockery all said, followed by another burst of laughter.
Prince An clenched his fists, ready to charge for a fight, but was held back by several others, who dragged him back to a private resting place while gently advising.
"Taking issue with them means falling for their trap, not worth it."
"Let them humiliate us like this? Even leaving aside us, look at how they’re speaking about Jian? Moreover, we’ve already lost two matches; don’t you think we can turn it around four to two now? Unless Jian returns, or..."
Or what?
They couldn’t continue, as upon entering Prince An’s private space, they were stunned by the scene in front of them.
Qu Fulan was biting one end of a strap, coordinating with one hand to tighten it, securing his cuffs, and then noticed the incoming angry few and their shock.
"Stop gawking, let’s first discuss our next strategy." Qu Fulan said after binding his wrist.