Linshui County is divided into Dongcheng and Xicheng in the local population, with the Central Road as the boundary.

Uncle Zhou mentioned the Dongcheng Boxing Club, which is essentially not the Xicheng Boxing Club. In other words, this is the only boxing venue in Linshui County. Shang Yang had known this place before, and his former name was Linshui Exercise Club. To put it bluntly, it was the Errenzhuan big stage, and it should have been a few years since the name was changed.

This was the first time he walked to the door.

The famous building with a imitation appearance has four pillars that need to be hugged by two people. It is gray and white and looks simple and elegant. The pillars are about seven or eight meters high, resisting the rainbow at the top. The front row of the rainbow is the club's plaque. It does not use the neon lights that are visible everywhere at the moment, but uses the antique ink letters on white background, which looks serious and solemn.

When Shang Yang came for the first time, everything was based on Uncle Zhou's instructions. He stood on the steps that were about to enter, looking around the parking lot below and the Central Road in the front. He has seen it here many times on Central Road. This is the first time he has stood out from this angle. Not to mention, the angle is different, even a garbage station can see a different scenery.

Uncle Zhou found the most corner and parked his bicycle.

There is only this original means of transportation in the entire parking lot. Although it is not a luxury car exhibition here, the most outstanding car logos in the county can be found here, such as Land Rover, Mercedes-Benz, Domineering, etc.

"Rich people love to watch this thing now?"

When Shang Yang saw Uncle Zhou put the car over, he couldn't help asking, for example, the Mercedes-Benz with a last-digit three-eighth rear number was the car of a well-known rich man in the county, and the Phaeton, which looks the most low-key and in essence the most luxurious, must not be affordable by ordinary people.

"Some of it, but it's enough to support the development of this industry"

Uncle Zhou slowly walked up the steps, and could not forget the look of Chen Yutong looking at him. He always felt that he was like cheating a child at such an age, so he felt a little sad. He explained: "When people are old and have a certain financial strength, they have to find ways to vent the pressure of life. You young people go to the bar, but when you are old, they can't get in. It's too noisy. You have to lie down when you stand in front of you. Drinking too much wine is not good for your health. In short, looking at this thing is at least more satisfying than watching the national football team, and you have to get your feet tight, haha..."

Shang Yang nodded undeniably.

Although I walked to the door, I was still a little unbelievable. In real life, I actually broke into a boxing competition. Just like dreaming, I still had consumption and could drive the industrial chain.

It's really a world of wonders.

Uncle Zhou was ahead and pushed the door first. There were two female guests wearing red cheongsams with cheongsams slit to the base of their thighs, revealing white and white flesh. They were all about 1.75 meters tall and had a first-class figure. However, for Shang Yang, who had come into contact with too many beauties, he could only be 70 minutes.

This score is not low!

They did not welcome Uncle Zhou, and they knew him to bring people to participate in the competition. When they saw Shang Yang walking in behind him, they were slightly surprised, and their eyes suddenly became as charming as silk. Although they still had a black eye, they were in the foundation. The fortune teller said that the biggest disaster in his life was: the peach blossom disaster.

Continue to follow Uncle Zhou's footsteps, and instead walk forward, he walks to a door on the side. There is a long corridor in the door, and you can vaguely hear the sound of talking. It is not just one person, but many people should be.

"At the end of the corridor is the locker room, changing clothes and warming up before the game. After passing the locker room, it is the lounge, which is for the boxers to rest. Then forward is the instrument room, which is all equipment to exercise strength, much more than the equipment in the gym. In forward is another locker room, which is for the players in the field. When we go on stage, we will go out along this corridor and walk out of the door we just came in..."

Uncle Zhou introduced to Shang Yang as he walked.

Uncle Zhou said it was like a straight line, but in fact, the corridor should be a huge circle, embracing the entire club.

Shang Yang nodded, not caring about how to play. He just used money to work, but he just did something different from others and was beaten. He wasn't he had never been beaten. In comparison, he was more interested in the boxing ring in front of him. There was such a place in Linshui County, and he never knew what it was for before.

He asked: "Players on the field?"

Uncle Zhou heard the question and then raised his hand and slapped his forehead, just focusing on introducing the popular saying: "It's all popular. We are used to calling the boxers raised in the boxing ring players on the field, and the boxers with an agency are called off-field players. For example, Xiaofei, who has no agency and no contract with the boxing ring, is called the Sanren..."

On-site players, off-site players, scattered people.

Shang Yang's mind was as big as a paste when he heard it. In his world, he would do it if he had a disagreement on the stage. On the stage, you beat me, I beat you, and I will end up killing one. How could he say so much?

Uncle Zhou saw his expression and would never say so much if he just asked someone to take care of Zhou Fei. But Shang Yang was different. He was the first person who was willing to stay for Zhou Fei as a long-term training. Moreover, he was beaten. Not many ordinary people could hold a stalemate under Zhou Fei's fist for several rounds.

He also said, "The way of starting a salary is different. The stadium is open in the boxing gym. If there are companies, they can win bonuses based on the company's share. They can also work part-time on the spot!"

Hearing this, a trace of light seemed to sway in Shang Yang's mind, and he shook his whole body.

The so-called: No one can reach a thousand miles without accumulating small steps, and no one can form a river without accumulating small streams. These two sentences were forcibly instilled in the minds by the teacher when he was in school. He didn't understand a few years ago, but after selling watermelons, seeds, and dried fruits for a few years, he knew that the profit of one cent and three cents per catty could also repay the famine of 200,000.

They are all big men, who can be as unruly as they are?

He asked, "How much is the bonus?"

"The competition is different, the prize money is different. Like the daily competition, the scattered people will go up and play, winning one thousand yuan, winning one thousand yuan in a half-month competition, winning one thousand yuan in a monthly competition, 50,000 yuan in a quarterly competition...the annual competition..."

Uncle Zhou stopped as he spoke, turned his head, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes: "Xiao Shang, don't you want to be a Sanren boxing match? This doesn't work, you can't do it... Don't think that this boxing ring is not big, there are too many rules in it, and the water is also very deep, especially for Sanren, who are not as tolerant as imagined. If you have this idea, you should quickly eliminate it at the source, don't even think about it..."

Uncle Zhou was very excited, and was so excited that he was abnormal.

His condition made Shang Yang stunned. Looking at the vicissitudes of life, he almost blew his beard and stared at him. He comforted: "No, I just wanted to ask, they are all professional players. Are I looking for death? Is it okay to be a sparring coach with you next to me, but I wouldn't feel at ease if I didn't..."

"Don't think about it, don't even think about it!"

Uncle Zhou warned again sternly, his face blushed slightly, and he seemed to be very secretive about this topic.

Shang Yang glanced at him and couldn't figure out why his son was already "scattered" and was still so resentful of this topic.

After walking a few more steps, a yellow wooden door appeared in front of him. Uncle Zhou took the lead in. The noise in the door suddenly rolled in. At the same time, there was a slightly pungent and sour smell of sweat. The smell was so great that it almost hit Shang Yang. Fortunately, it was not a stinky foot, otherwise it would have been vomited out.

There were five or six strong men sitting in the door. They were not the strong men who were purely for bodybuilding in the gym. The muscles of these people may not be obvious, but each muscle line contained an explosive power. The moment the door opened, the communication sound suddenly stopped and they all looked over.

There are dozens of locks.

They were either standing or sitting, all naked, and had already changed their pants, obviously ready to go on stage later.

Uncle Zhou subconsciously dodged when he saw their gaze, turned his head and looked aside, standing at the door without moving much, because Zhou Fei's cabinet was next to him.

Shang Yang also felt strange when he saw this scene. Uncle Zhou seemed to be afraid of them and wanted to hide it.

When Uncle Zhou moved away, Shang Yang at the door naturally fell into their sight. The eyes of these people were definitely not friendly, but they were not hostile, they should be provocation and swearing.

Shang Yang frowned slightly. What he couldn't stand the most was the gaze that others looked down upon.

"This is Xiaofei's uniform. It should be a bit big when worn on you, but it's very clean, just washed..."

Uncle Zhou kept lowering his head, facing the cabinet, calling Shang Yang, and just pulled it back, just like a mouse in front of the old cat, not daring to breathe, and the voices could be heard by two people.

Shang Yang was pulled and turned his head away.

At this moment.

I heard a strong man in front of me, about 1.85 meters tall, leaning against the cabinet and teasingly said, "Lao Zhou, this is not your style. Every time I play, I have to be there a few hours in advance. What's wrong with today? I'll let your stupid son beat you up again. Let me see your eyes... Is it dark?"

"Ha ha…"

As the man finished speaking, a burst of laughter broke out in the changing room.

Shang Yang's brows became deeper and deeper.

But Uncle Zhou looked like he didn't hear it, just facing the cabinet, hiding in this corner under the public eye, without saying a word.

"Hey... Lao Zhou, look back at me"

A sound like a funny dog ​​sounded again next to him: "Why didn't your stupid son come today? He had diarrhea? Or did he fall on the belly of the woman last night? I told me, both of you have no wives, so let's marry one. Although Zhou Fei is stupid, he has nothing to do with his body and has a strong sense of strength! He can have normal physiological communication with women. You are a normal person. When you are old, you will definitely not be able to physically exercise, so you will have mental communication."

"I've thought about it for you. When she is with Zhou Fei at night, Zhou Fei calls her mother. When she is with you during the day, Zhou Fei calls her wife..."

"Haha... I can think of this even if I have talent!"

"Who is the real husband?"

"I don't know, let's use it together..."

"Ha ha…"

A burst of laughter burst out from the room that was so arrogant that the eardrums were piercing. The people were already squatting on the ground with their stomachs covered, and some people kept patting their thighs.

"Swoosh..."

Shang Yang's face suddenly turned red, and he felt blood rolling, and his fingertips couldn't help trembling.

"Swish..."
Chapter completed!