Cyber Daming

It's midnight, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

But at Pier 1 at Chaotianmen in Chongqing Prefecture, it was still bustling with people and very lively.

Today is the day when the owner of the wharf, Southwest Water Transport Group, pays its monthly payment.

This group of paid 'dock workers' slaves did not rush home. Instead, they gathered here and looked excitedly at a high platform built of iron plates that was nearly three feet above the ground and two feet square in the middle of the crowd.

Someone was punching and kicking on the stage, and the beating was fierce.

It is said that this is an exhibition match that the owner specially invited to a small boxing ring owned by the Sichuan and Chongqing Gambling Club to thank his workers for their hard work recently.

For these 'work slaves' who work from sunrise to sunrise, this is a rare pastime.

The most important thing is that the owner said that there is no charge for today's boxing match, it is just for everyone to have fun.

If you don't take advantage of someone, you're a bastard.

"It's not bright in the east, but it's bright in the west. When the setting sun basks in the sun, I feel sad! I'm not busy the night before and busy the next night. After playing mother-in-law, I'll play with the yellow beams."

From several loudspeakers placed around the ring, beautiful Ming rock music came out.

Among the bustling crowds around, there were many men wearing cotton and linen T-shirts walking back and forth.

Whenever they are stopped by someone, they will pretend to be cautious and take out an electronic device as long as two fingers long and stuff it into the other person's hand.

The worker slave who got the equipment swiped his salary card on the equipment, then stared at the list of next matches scrolling on the screen next to the ring, carefully selecting the players he wanted to bet on next.

It is not difficult to see that someone is setting up a bet on the outside behind the owner's back!

However, no matter whether it is the opener or the participants, everyone understands it at this time.

After all, if you have a lucky draw, then you will have success and passion!

Anyway, you don’t need to buy a ticket to watch boxing today, so it’s not a bad idea to spend a little money to gamble.

If you just watch boxing, you might as well go home and play in Huangliang Desire Realm, where it is dry and wet, and there are no entertainment activities? You can have wine pools and meat forests!

Besides, pirated versions are not expensive to use, so you just need to be careful not to indulge in them for too long.

If your body feels a little unable to keep up, there are many high-quality and low-priced health products in the farmer's pharmacy. Just take two pills and you will be able to make up for it.

If it's more serious, even if your consciousness is disordered, you can go to Taoism or Buddhism to hang up, purify your mind, and wash your head.

At the outermost edge of the crowd, there are two rows of vertical seats surrounded by curtains - this is where the boxers rest.

Brother Bao, the person in charge who was invited to compete today, was holding an e-cigarette in his mouth and frowning at the end of the row of seats on the left.

There was an empty chair there, obviously the boxers weren't there yet.

"Why hasn't this little bastard arrived yet?!"

Before Brother Bao finished speaking, there was a sudden rush of footsteps behind him.

A figure ran over quickly.

The young man was wrapped in a dirty robe, with only his head exposed, and he was smiling flatteringly at Brother Bao.

Brother Bao exhaled a puff of smoke, grabbed the young man's shoulders, and pulled him to a secluded place nearby.

"Zhou You, why are you here, you brat?!" Brother Bao looked unkind, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

The young man bowed and said with a smile: "My brother suddenly fell ill, so there was a delay. Brother Bao, don't be angry. I don't think this fight has reached the last round."

"Do you think if a fight started, you would still have a chance to stand and talk to me now?"

"I won't dare anymore, Brother Bao."

The young man Zhou You smiled and asked in a low voice: "What are you going to do today?"

"Old rules."

Brother Bao poked Zhou You's chest with his pipe, making a dull metallic sound.

"The steward of the Southwest Water Transport Group has said hello in advance. Today we must collect half of the monthly payment, otherwise we will not get a penny."

Zhou You curled up the corners of his mouth without any trace, but his head suddenly jerked.

"Don't worry when I do things, I will act more realistically than reality. That's it."

The young man changed the topic, raised his right hand wrapped in cloth and patted his face, "I just changed my face not long ago. Brother Bao, you are so generous, you can't let me give you money for fake punches, can you?"

"Don't worry, I'll finish it today and give you this number."

Brother Bao raised a finger and waved it in front of the young man's eyes.

"Ten thousand?! So much!"

Zhou You exclaimed in a low voice, the smile on his face couldn't help but fade a little, and said with a wry smile: "Brother Bao, are you trying to drain these people dry?"

He has cooperated with the other party several times, so he understands the character of this person named Brother Bao.

This man is a hyena that eats people without spitting out bones. If I cooperate with him in fake punches, I can get at most twenty or even one-thirtieth of the bonus.

Now that the other party can actually offer a price of 10,000 treasure notes, then he must earn at least 200,000 treasure notes.

Based on the monthly income of these dock workers, at least half of them will lose their pants today.

And he is very courageous. He is not a member of the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club, but he always sets up games in the name of the Sichuan-Chongqing Gambling Club.

The strange thing is that his luck is also ridiculously good. He has cheated and deceived so many times, but he has never been killed by the people from the Sichuan and Chongqing Gambling Club.

"These people are kept in captivity by the group. Even if they lose everything, it won't matter. There is always a mouthful of food for them to eat. But you kid, instead of worrying about others, it is better to worry about yourself!"

Brother Bao patted Zhou You on the shoulder, "I remember that your brother's consciousness is still being detained in the Huangliang Buddhist Kingdom of Tushan Temple, and he is a novice monk, right? Do you want him to be the basis of computing power for a lifetime?"

"Of course I don't want to." The young man had a forced smile on his face.

"Since your porridge is not cold, then put away those bullshit consciences of yours. Follow Brother Bao and I will do more of these things, and I will naturally have the money to redeem your brother."

Brother Bao raised his hand and pointed to the boxer's rest area, "Have you seen that person? He is your opponent today."

Zhou You followed his fingers and saw an extremely strong man. The bulging muscles on his body stretched his large robe into a tight suit.

In contrast, the chair under his butt was as petite as a low stool and extremely powerful.

"This person is a new talent that I have discovered recently. He is said to be a once-in-a-hundred-year martial arts genius. His martial arts skills are comparable to a mechanical body!"

Brother Bao looked proud, "The gimmick I pulled out this time is to fight steel with flesh and blood. These poor people are the only ones left with the flesh and blood given to them by their parents. They have to scream and bet on him. One after another One jumps into the pit?"

Zhou You rubbed his face and complimented: "You can find such a rare character, Brother Bao, it's really amazing!"

Brother Bao snorted, "It's just fake muscles made by farmers. Please be careful when you get on stage. Don't let me break it."

"It's a bit difficult, but it's not a big problem."

The young man grinned happily. "My acting skills are amazing!"

While he was talking, the winner of the fist fight on the high platform had already been decided.

A boxer was beaten until he was as bloody as a gourd. He fainted and was roughly dragged off by his feet.

The slave workers who won the money burst into cheers like a roaring wave.

"The heat is almost done, it's time for you to get on the stage and cut the leeks."