After Chen Ping sat down, no one spoke again, but after a long time, Song Zihao slowly stretched his mouth to the ear of his son Song Zhiyuan and confessed a few words. Song Zhiyuan's expression was deep at first, but after hesitating for a while, he slowly stood up, then turned and walked towards the "athlete" lounge.
When Song Zhiyuan entered the lounge, Wang Youcai, Huang Zhibing and Peng Dayu were doing the final warm-up before going on the court. The three of them hurriedly greeted Song Zhiyuan as they walked in.
"Song Shao, do you still have something to explain?" Wang Youcai asked with a deep face.
"Yeah." Song Zhiyuan nodded heavily, and then slowly said: "Brother Wang, Mr. Song meant that you don't want to wait for you to stop working hard, let... Let Chen Ping win."
"Song young man... you are..." Peng Dayu who was on the side of hearing this was immediately anxious, stepping forward and yelling fiercely, "I don't care. Chen Ping, that kid!"
"Yeah!" Wang Youcai was also a little worried. "That Zhao Liang is great, but it's just listening to others. I don't believe how much he can take advantage of me. Besides, even if I really can't win, I have to fight, but I can't lose 18k of face. !"
"Yes, that's right! What Brother Wang said is pretty good!" Hearing what Wang Youcai said, Huang Zhibing and Peng Dayu all followed.
"Oh, Brother Wang." Song Zhiyuan stretched out his hand and patted Wang Youcai on the shoulder, then looked at Huang Zhibing and Peng Dayu on the side. "I can understand your feelings, and I also know that you are loyal to 18k, but that Zhao Liang is indeed not small. My father meant that if you lose, you will lose. You can't work hard anymore, in case you have a long and short life. By then 18k will be even more troublesome."
After listening to Song Zhiyuan's words, Wang Youcai and others didn't argue anymore, and nodded heavily after a long time. Song Zhiyuan didn't speak any more, just walked out of the lounge with a heavy expression on his face.
In fact, Wang Youcai and the others also understand what Song Zihao meant. Chen Ping’s goal is definitely not just as simple as the listed Qingyang District, there must be a bigger conspiracy, and even want to occupy all the 18k site, so in this case, he himself Nobody can make mistakes, otherwise if Chen Ping is "other plans", then things are really troublesome, at least 18k and three capable cadres are missing!
"Dear guests, dear audience friends, the annual'Wulin Conference' officially begins now!" As soon as the host had finished speaking, there was a burst of warm applause around!
"Now, please come on behalf of the'Blue Moon' group and the first boxer on behalf of the'Hongxing' group!" The host walked off the ring after speaking, and the applause around him became even more enthusiastic!
Huang Zhibing was also unambiguous. After the host stepped down, the guy took off his coat and rushed into the ring with his shirtless shirt. The whole stadium burst into applause, cheering and shouting, and the whole stadium was boiling. Up.
Watching Huang Zhibing rush to the ring and sitting on the "chairman" stage, Song Zihao "showed" a slight smile on his face, but Chen Pingping on the side was disdainful and contemptuous.
The representative of Hong Xing was a big guy, at least 1.9 meters tall and weighing more than two hundred and five. His calf was as thick as the mouth of a bowl. Although the opponent is a tall and magnificent fellow, Huang Zhibing really didn't seem to put the guy in front of him in his eyes. Perhaps in his eyes, this guy is really a "two hundred and five."
"Boy, report your name!" The big guy looked at Huang Zhibing, who looked a little thin compared to himself, with a disdainful face.
"Huh!" Huang Zhibing also showed disdain. "You don't deserve to know Grandpa's name!" As soon as the voice fell, Huang Zhibing raised his fist and followed, and went straight to the big man's face.
"Chao!" With a look of anger on the big man, he raised his thick arm to block Huang Zhibing's first punch.
"Damn!" A fist missed Huang Zhibing's face of anger, and while retracting his fist, he squatted, stretched his thigh, and swept the opponent's lower plate with a sharp kick.
The big guy looked a little dull, and it seemed that he couldn't hide from Huang Zhibing's leg. Of course, he wasn't ready to dodge, but he squatted with a horse step and swept Huang Zhibing's leg heavily on his calf.
With a bang, Huang Zhibing succeeded in one leg, but unexpectedly, the big man standing in front of him was still motionless. On the contrary, a sharp pain in his calf came from him and he stood up and almost failed to stabilize his center of gravity!
"Hahaha..." Looking at Huang Zhibing with a painful look, the big man laughed triumphantly. "Boy, want to sweep your grandpa? Tell you, you're still a little tender, hahaha..."
"Hahaha..." The audience at the scene also laughed, not knowing whether they were laughing at Huang Zhibing's self-effort, or laughing at the stupid, stupid, "two-hundred-and-five" appearance of Huang Zhibing.
"Damn!" Huang Zhibing shook his calf a few times, stood firm and raised his fist again and rushed up.
In the first punch, the big guy easily drew away. In the second punch, the big guy also raised his sturdy arm to block it. In the third punch, Huang Zhibing seemed to be a little careless. A guy accidentally grabbed his arm by the big guy. The big guy was proud of his face and suddenly twisted Huang Zhibing's arm back. Huang Zhibing had to turn around, but when he wanted to retract his arm, he was tightly strangled with his neck.
"Hahaha..." The big man was proud of his face, and his arm tightly strangled Huang Zhibing's neck, preparing to drag the opponent off the ring.
"Ah!" Huang Zhibing yelled, his right foot slammed on the floor, and then he lifted his leg violently, his toes exceeded his shoulders and his head and kicked towards the big face.
The big guy didn't expect Huang Zhibing to make such a move. He didn't dodge in a hurry. He took a heavy kick on his face and screamed back two steps. Of course, he also loosened the arm that was holding Huang Zhibing's neck tightly. .
"Your grandfather, you dare to hit me on the nose, I... I hate people hitting me on the nose!" The big guy was completely angry when Huang Zhibing kicked it so, he opened his arms and rushed towards Huang Zhibing viciously.
Facing the opponent's fist, Huang Zhibing retreated two or three steps in a row, then squatted while the opponent punched, jumped forward, and got directly behind the big man.
The big guy was angry and he just wanted to turn around, but at this time Huang Zhibing's fists followed again. He was originally about to hit the opponent's head, but the big guy turned around and hit the opponent's nose with his fists impartially. .
"Ah!" With a screaming scream, the big man took two steps back again, clutching his nose with both hands. "you you… "
"Hahaha..." Looking at the big silly face on the ring, the audience laughed again.
"I'm going to your mother!" When the audience laughed like this, the big guy was almost angry to the extreme, and opened his arms again to pounce on Huang Zhibing. One flop was unsuccessful, and two flops were unsuccessful. Just when the big guy was preparing for the third pounce, Huang Zhibing slammed his feet into the boxing ring.
A big guy is a big guy, maybe it really feels like a simple mind with well-developed limbs. There was no chance of reacting for a while, and he took a heavy kick on his head, and he took a few steps to stabilize his center of gravity. However, the current Huang Zhibing no longer wanted to leave the big guy with a chance to fight back. He kicked the big guy's chest with one kick as soon as the opponent stabilized his center of gravity.
With a sound of "Bang", the big man slapped his chest heavily, his body retreated a few steps again, and finally leaned against the guardrail on the edge of the ring.
"To... To you..." The big man was angry and wanted to scold something, but before he could scold Huang Zhibing's fist, he followed up again, hitting the big man's face with a number of punches. As for the nose, it was still No one cares about the mouth anymore, only after the big man fell heavily on the ring, Huang Zhibing retracted his fist and looked at the opponent with disdain.
"Yeah... Ah..."
"Good job! Come on, come on!" After the big guy fell down, the whole audience boiled, cheering on, and shouting!
Looking at Huang Zhibing on the boxing ring, he easily won the victory. Song Zihao sitting on the "chairman" stage didn't have much expression, but his face showed a smile of comfort. Looking at the big man who was lifted off the ring, Chen Ping also didn't have much expression on his face, and even still had a look of disdain and contempt.
"The winner of the first game is Mr. Huang Zhibing, who is representing the Blue Moon Group. Below, I have Hong Xing's second boxer on stage!"
As soon as the host’s words fell, a short stature climbed onto the ring. He was less than 1.6 meters tall and weighed no more than 100 catties. It was a bit like Yang Mengling described Zhang Er's "hair" in front of the director. -A gust of wind can blow down!
He watched the opponent step onto the ring. Although he was a little short in stature, Huang Zhibing didn't dare to care about it for a while, because from the sharp eyes of the opponent, the guy in front of him was by no means that simple, even if he couldn't talk about it. He is an absolute master, but he is definitely not good at coming!