Chong Sheng 1977Nian Cong Zhi Qing Kai Shi

"Dad, have you seen the boxer next to him in red pants? That's my favorite boxer. His name is Tie Zheluo. He was born in Yeluzi. He has learned a lot of things. He has both Eastern and Western fighting styles. He is a practical fighter." .”

Following what Nan Ruoying pointed out, Nan Yi looked at Tie Ruoluo. This man was sitting on the edge of the boxing ring. Someone was relaxing his muscles. It seemed that he was going to play soon.

Nanyi looked at the iron basket from top to bottom. The muscles of the iron basket are very good, and the whole body is lean. The eight-pack abdominal muscles are clearly exposed there, full of beauty.

It's just a pity that he doesn't have the back of a tiger, nor the waist of a dog.

His figure is very good for picking up girls, but it is very disadvantageous for fighting, and his achievements are limited.

"You like his muscles?"

"Yeah, Dad, don't you think his muscles are beautiful."

"It's okay, do you want to ask him if he sells it, and buy some for you to fry?"

"Father, don't quarrel with each other, be careful of ghosts."

"Oh, speak Hokkien with your old man, you are half a bucket of shit [similar to the meaning of half a bucket of water sloshing], you learned a few words in Chinatown, and you just showed up in front of me and called your old man short-lived Oh. Sigh, petting a pig and raising a stove, petting a daughter is not filial, I just die."

"Okay, Dad, write your will first."

"Write a will, I will let you write a will."

Nanyi grabbed Nan Ruofing's head and pressed it down, making the little girl giggle.

"Okay, Dad, I don't dare anymore, let's watch the game." Nan Ruobing broke away from Nan Yi's hand, patted his belly to coax a child, "Dad, the boxing ticket seller will come over later, we want to buy it." Two, or you will be kicked out."

"Do I have to buy boxing tickets to watch the match?"

"Of course, there are no tickets here. If everyone doesn't buy boxing tickets, how will the dealer make money?"

"Is twenty enough for one person?"

"Not enough, buy at least fifty, the next one should be the iron basket, Dad, let's buy him one hundred."

"Listen to you."

Nan Yi and the two returned their gazes to the ring. At this moment, the two fighters were about to decide the winner, and the fighter whose teeth had been knocked out just now was already on the verge of collapse.

I saw another boxer wrapping his right hand around the back of his neck, and giving him a heavy blow to his right temple with his left elbow, and directly KOed him.

One boxer walked off the ring by himself, and the other was dragged down by others.

No one washed the blood on the ring, and there was no host who came on stage to live a few words in vain, and the two new boxers went directly to the stage.

It seemed that none of them were newbies. As soon as the boxer came onto the stage, the gamblers below started shouting: "Tie Xiaoluo, Tie Xiaoluo, kill him, kill him."

"P12, P12, kill him, kill him for me."

"What does P12 mean?" Nan Yi turned to look at Nan Ruofing who was handing a Hong Kong dollar to the recipient and asked.

"Su Xiu's strategic missile, his punch is very powerful, and the opponent will fall if he hits it." Nan Ruoxing said, and handed a boxing ticket to Nan Yi, "The handicap of the iron basket is very good. At the beginning It’s 1.1 to 1, and we’ll change the odds later.”

"It's amazing, I know how to change the handicap."

"It's very simple. The dealer must change the handicap in order to ensure his own interests. Anyway, the dealer wants to make money. Dad, I have calculated that the dealer here guarantees that he has 20% of every game. Profit, a lot of money."

"Are you jealous?"

"No." Nan Ruobing waved his hand and said, "Father, I know this business is not easy to do, and we have to take care of all aspects of the relationship. There won't be too many that really fall into my hands."

"It's good to know that it's quick to get money from side businesses, but it's too hot to handle. Don't worry about this kind of money. You need to be full of enthusiasm to make money, but don't let your eyes fill with tears."

"I know, money is just a tool to protect myself and realize my ideals. I don't make money for the sake of making money, but for the sake of my ideals. Without money, there is no ideal."

"Well, let's watch the game."

On the boxing ring, Tie Zuoluo and P12 collided with each other's fists, and the two sides set up positions with each other.

I saw the back of P12's left fist facing upwards, the face of the fist turned inward, the angle between the elbow and the arm was 90 degrees, the left foot moved forward quickly for a small half step, and a left flat uppercut brought the power of the waist to the right of the iron basket. The jaw hit.

Tie Ruoluo's feet retreated, his head turned to the left, barely avoiding P12's fist, and then, following the inertia of the rotation, his right hand quickly pressed down, grabbed P12's wrist and pulled it forward quickly, trying to make P12 lose balance.

Although P12's wrist was caught, he didn't panic at all. Following the direction of the iron basket's force, he quickly stepped forward with his feet and sent his arms forward, which made the iron basket's center of gravity lose its balance. People are also in a trance.

Tie Zheluo looked like he had good muscle lines, and his whole body was full of muscles, but his core was not strong, and his lower body was not stable enough. Just such a trance made P12 seize the opportunity, and saw his left hand break free from Tie Zhaluo's grip, Press on the chest of the iron basket and push it forward, and at the same time, the right leg acts as a tripper to hook the left leg of the iron basket.

With the legs hooked and the hands pushed forward, Tie Zheluo's body lost its stability, and under the action of gravity, the person fell backwards.

P12 kicked his feet on the ground, and his whole body chased in the direction where the iron basket fell. When he was in the air, his right elbow lit up and aimed directly at the iron basket's neck.

First there was a loud "bang", Tie Zheluo's body fell heavily to the ground, and then there was a "crack bang", P12's right elbow ruthlessly poked Tie Zheluo's neck.

Then P12 quickly squatted up, raised his right hand high, and hit Tie Xiaoluo's left cheek fiercely with a right uppercut.

"Father, can I swear?" Nan Ruobing stomped her feet and said angrily.

"Are you angry because of a hundred Hong Kong dollars, or because your favorite boxer died?"

Nan Yi could tell that Tie Xiaoluo was killed by P12's elbow just now, and the subsequent right uppercut was purely redundant.

"Both."

"Okay, there's no need to be angry. Let's go. Someone has hung up. I don't know if the note will come." Nan Yi said, hugging Nan Ruofing and walking out of the factory building.

Sitting in the car, Nan Ruobing said quietly: "Dad, you are the god of death. Aunt and I have visited several times and have never seen any dead people. When you come, people die, and the ones who die are the ones I like." .”

"Dad was just unlucky, and I happened to meet him. From the day the person you like started to fight black fists, you should have thought that he would have such a day. Whether he was for his own preferences or ideals, or simply for life, he would Even if you fall on the road of struggle, you can be regarded as a well-deserved death. Do you take care of it?"

"What to pack?"

"Bojin."

"Forget it, I don't know him well, so he won't feel relieved by a stranger's condolences?"

"That's true, but let's go. Since you have the ability, try to be as thorough as possible. Benjamin Parker said..."

"The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Dad, is this sentence inappropriate here?"

"No, what Dad is talking about is not Spider-Man's uncle, but during World War II, Benjamin Parker, a lieutenant pilot of the 51st Fighter Group of the 25th Fighter Squadron under the 14th Air Battalion of the US Army, once said: 'If you have the ability, take care of him. Be good to those around you.'”

"Is he famous?"

"Nothing famous, if Benjamin's name hadn't been mentioned in the story of Masanobu Tsuji, a big villain, he wouldn't even be known. It doesn't matter, the important thing is that there is some truth in what he said."

"Perhaps someone forced it on him."

"It doesn't matter, it is inevitable to be arranged by others when you are alive, let alone after death."

"Then I'll make it for him." Nan Ruoying thought for a while and said, "Although, Tie Zheluo is not a person around me."

"Hmm, good."

...

The next day, while Nanyi was having breakfast, he received a call from Zhu Youren, the president of Creativity Real Estate.

"Nansheng, I need to consult your opinion on something, because it is related to the compensation standard for such things in the future."

Nanyi took a sip of milk, wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "Say it."