But it is a pity that even if Wei Zhiyuan becomes a master, let alone becoming a master, he will not be able to escape this lesson.
Wei Qian patted Wei Zhiyuan awake with a gloomy face, held him by the back of the neck, straddled the crowd all the way bloody and bloody, and carried Wei Zhiyuan to his own seat in the carriage like a sack, with the movement of planting onions Throwing Wei Zhiyuan on the seat, next to him, the mountain rain was about to come and he said, "What's the matter with you?"
Wei Zhiyuan realized that he had committed a serious crime, and there was no redemption for death—he would have to be beaten up. Out of the general rule of "leniency for confession", he explained his reasoning process, practical experience, and all steps of fare evasion.
After listening to his adventures, Wei Qian felt that what San Pang said was right, this brat might really be a weasel, he was so clever in finding death!
Just when he was about to swear without regard to public morals, he heard Wei Zhiyuan's stomach rumbling suddenly. The boy pressed his stomach, raised his head pitifully, and looked at Wei Qian with a pale face.
Wei Qian looked at him, and at that moment, his expression was almost melancholy.
The eldest brother lost his temper by Wei Zhiyuan, so he had no choice but to buy the little boy a piece of bread, a piece of ham sausage and a bottle of mineral water from the legendary trolley, and looked at him like a hungry little boy. Like a wolf gobbled it in.
Wei Zhiyuan had enough food and drink, had a premonition that he couldn't be good at this time, so he got off his seat anxiously: "Brother, sit down."
Wei Qian didn't say a word, just glanced at him, Wei Zhiyuan felt the wind blowing around his little neck, he didn't even dare to breathe out, and sat back silently.
For the remaining nearly twenty hours, Wei Qian got down the whole way leaning on the back of the seat.
They got off the train in a certain city in Guangdong, found a place to rest first, checked into a small hotel with a reasonable price, and fell asleep first.
After waking up, Wei Qian took a shower, bought some boxed lunch and came back to eat. After the two brothers had rested and eaten, Wei Zhiyuan got his wish and got beaten up.
After the exciting men's singles, Wei Qian contacted Zhao Laojiu with the phone number at the front desk of the hotel, and then he took out 20 yuan from his pocket and gave it to Wei Zhiyuan, warning him sternly: "Go out and buy something by yourself if you are hungry. You are not allowed to leave here for more than a hundred meters, if you dare to run around, I will break your legs."
Wei Zhiyuan: "Oh."
Wei Qian slapped him hard on the thigh: "Did you hear that!"
Wei Zhiyuan quickly raised his chest and raised his head, put his middle finger on the seam of his trousers, and reported in the Nazi tone of calling "Long live the Führer", "I heard you!"
Not long after, a man on a motorcycle came downstairs and took Wei Qian away.
Wei Zhiyuan stuck his head out of the window and watched his eldest brother leave.
The summer here is extremely hot, and the air is humid, like a big steamer. Seeing what my elder brother meant, he planned to stay here for more than a month.
Wei Zhiyuan didn't want to cause him any trouble, he concentrated on lying on the bed, drying his almost swollen buttocks, while thinking about how he could not be a drag.
Zhao Laojiu had already come back one step ahead of Wei Qian, and enthusiastically invited him to a meal, and after drinking for three rounds, he showed him a contract.
Wei Qian's drinking capacity is only average, and it can't be compared with real massive people, but the strings in his heart are too tight, and he insists on staying very clear.
He knew that this contract was a joke, and black fisting itself was illegal. Signing it did not mean that he was bound by the law and could not break the contract, but he declared that he had given up his life—voluntarily, life and death, money and money. owed.
The price is marked on it, arranged by level, the lowest level, win a thousand, the higher the level, the more money you will win, challenge the top boxing champion and win, you can get a sky-high price that is unimaginable in Wei Qian's view Of course, he It was just a glance, and he didn't think about what he shouldn't have - he had heard of these top boxing champions, and these people had undergone extremely rigorous training. They could sweep a ton with one leg, and they were really kicked by him. Well, being able to fly off the stage on the spot with five viscera ruptured is no joke.
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Zhao Laojiu watched him carefully scrutinize the contract with cold eyes, and found that this kid was warm-hearted and cold-hearted.
Zhao Laojiu lit a cigarette, looked at Wei Qian and said, "The rules are the same everywhere, so you don't need to look at them. I'll tell you that ours is different—the first one, you can't just come when you say it, just go when you say it." Just go, even if you want to go, you have to fight me three times. The fourth master provides food and shelter, but you have to give him face as an old man, you understand the truth, right?"
Wei Qian remained calm: "What else?"
"There is no turning back when you open the bow," Zhao Laojiu continued, "When you are on stage, you are only allowed to move forward, not backward, you are only allowed to upgrade, and you are not allowed to downgrade. I am the fourth master's arrangement."
That is to say, even if someone broke his leg in the morning, Boss Hu ordered him to climb up to the ring even if he climbed in the afternoon, and he would still face someone who was stronger than before.
Wei Qian lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "Brother Nine, there are really no such rules in other places."
"Of course I know the truth, Brother Ninth, so we have extra benefits! The money for winning the game will be counted separately, this" Zhao Laojiu took out a wallet from his arms with a cigarette in his mouth, pulled out a stack of RMB, and pushed it to Wei Qian , "Deposit, you just arrived, are you not acclimatized? Eat something good, it's Brother Jiu's kindness."
Wei Qian glanced at it, one thousand yuan.
He didn't reach out to take it, but just smiled awkwardly as much as possible: "Brother Jiu, aren't you afraid that I will run away with the money?"
Zhao Laojiu stretched out his oily hand and patted him on the shoulder vigorously, and laughed: "I don't pay much attention to your ninth brother for such a small amount of pocket money—you are young, and I will not call you Wei brother in a hypocritical manner." —Xiao Wei, you are young, you have a lot of future, young people can't be greedy for money, but they have to be greedy for money, and those with too shallow eyelids will never become a great talent in a lifetime, do you think it makes sense?"
Wei Qian looked at him, slowly picked up the small stack of RMB, stuffed it into his pocket, the thin banknotes pressed heavily on his chest like a shot put, Zhao Laojiu smiled with satisfaction, He continued: "In addition to the deposit, the fourth master will also give you a commission. In addition to winning a game, he will double the reward for you. You will know when the time comes, thousand or eight hundred yuan? Hehe, it's just pocket money."
Zhao Laojiu opened a new room for Wei Qian in the hotel near the boxing field, and asked the motorcycle boy to deliver him meals every day and buy whatever he ordered. Wei Qian greeted the motorcycle boy and went to the hotel to check out. After picking up Wei Zhiyuan and settling down this cumbersome cub, he arrived at the boxing ring alone.
The boxing ring is indeed new, and there are workers installing light tubes in the corner.
The area around the stage is very dim, and the non-glare lights only shine on the stage, so as not to distract the boxers' energy. The so-called "table" is an area surrounded by a yellow line in the middle, and people walk around, as long as they are not afraid of being accidentally injured, they can get as close as they want.
The higher and farther place is the guest seat, there are quite a few guests, but they are not full, and all of them are dressed like that.
There are mostly men in the boxing ring, and there are also women. Some are female boxers, basically all of them have big arms, round waists, and hideous faces. Not to mention, they can’t be seen as women at all. Others are dressed in ambiguous clothes, and their colors are like spring flowers. entertain.
Wei Qian slipped in, found a place without lights very low-key, and waited for the opening scene.
When the lights of several arenas were turned on at the same time, deafening whistles and loud swearing erupted from the crowd. Wei Qian squinted his eyes and looked at the nearest stage.
There were two men standing in the middle of the stage, both bare-chested. One of them was a 1.9-meter-long man with muscles all over his body. He moved his neck and limbs slowly, as if deliberately trying to put pressure on his opponent.
His opponent was just facing Wei Qian's direction. This man can't be said to be small, but compared to the five big and three thick strong men opposite him, he seemed a little malnourished. There was a long scar on his chest, like a scar. The ugly big centipede lay on him, under the light, his eyes were bloodshot.
Wei Qian had good eyesight, not far away, he saw the corners of the man's eyes twitching solemnly and continuously.
Wei Qian's muscles tensed violently, and he felt that there was something wrong with this person.
The dealer set up a table behind the stage, and the beauties began to encourage everyone to bet. The odds of the strong man and the scar were one to two. Many people rushed over to place bets. Wei Qian gave way and stepped back a step.
At this time, a young man wearing a vest rushed up, holding a big bell in his hand, and rattled it randomly, which meant that the scene had begun.
There are no professional referees here, everyone is a referee, and those who get on the stage, there are no rules, no matter life or death, as long as one side lays down on the other side.
Before Wei Qian's attention could be drawn away from the boy in the big pants and vest, the strong man threw a left uppercut into his opponent's face. He was wearing boxing gloves, making his fist look as big as a basketball. The man with the scar was caught off guard, his face was turned to one side, and his nose bleed suddenly. Wei Qian suspected that the bridge of his nose was crooked.
The sound of voices behind him made his ears hurt.
Sudden heavy blows on the head are prone to concussions. Anyone who has been hit by a beer bottle knows the feeling. If it is hit hard, you will be stunned on the spot. He didn't even care about it, he didn't even wipe his nosebleeds, he rushed forward, grabbed the two thick arms of the strong man with his bare hands, and fired them into the arms of the strong man who was forced to open like a cannonball. With a horizontal stroke, it stabbed firmly in the heart of the strong man.
The internal organs of the brawny man were severely injured, and he took three or four steps back one after another. His footsteps immediately seemed vain. Kicked to the ground.
Wei Qian and everyone stretched their necks to look at it. It stands to reason that one side fell to the ground, and there should be a referee for a few seconds, but there was no referee at the scene, and no one blocked it. Punching and kicking the strong man, and yelling "Aww", it seems to be sick.
The audience became excited as if they had been drugged. There were shouts and applause. Not far away, someone broke the wine glass. The smell of beer wafted over, mixed with the smell of sweat and blood. Wei Qian couldn't help it. He leaned against the handrail of the stairs, his palms soaked with sticky cold sweat.
Until then, the strong man who was beaten up begged for mercy, and raised his hands above his head. Then three or four men who looked like bodyguards rushed onto the stage, stood up the man with the scar that looked like a madman, and pulled the two apart. .
The boy who had just rang the bell ran up and raised the hand of the man with the scar. The crowd cheered loudly, and those who won the bet rushed forward to ask the banker for money.
Wei Qian didn't care who lost and who won, he stared closely at the man with the scar who won the match, he saw blood on his face, the red blood in his eyes was more obvious, his eyes rolled unnaturally at high speed, and his chest heaved violently , with a dazed and dazed expression.
He didn't seem to come back, but was led down by the boy.
The exit for the exit is next to Wei Qian. Wei Qian watched the man with the scar as he walked towards him in a numb manner. Then, just as he was about to pass him by, the man suddenly stopped, his eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils widened. He contracted violently and fell to the ground. The man convulsed first, then foamed at the mouth, and finally struggled violently for a few times before being motionless.
Wei Qian took another step back. On the two steps, he stared condescendingly at the man who was facing the sky for a moment. With the help of the weak light, he judged that the man was dead.
A chill ran up his tailbone all the way up his spine.
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