Wei Qian didn't want to make his family miserable because of himself, so although he was still thinking about this, he still went to the factory to work every day as if nothing had happened. During the years he followed Le Xiaodong, he had too many worries. Over time, he developed a young and cunning style.

But someone just didn't let him calm down.

The first person to be affected was Wei Zhiyuan. Wei Zhiyuan turned out to be such a good child. He acted coquettishly and was obedient and could look at people's faces. But he had turned into a skewer duck alive. He had to ask him one by one every morning and evening, which made Wei Qian very upset.

Secondly, Mrs. Song doesn't need to change. She is a slutty mouth that can be whispered by car. She can hold up five hundred ducks by one person. Wei Zhiyuan's little nagging is weaker than her. Wei Qian was simply afraid of her. One day, when he went home and pushed the door open, Mrs. Song happened to walk out of the kitchen. When she saw him, she paused and opened her mouth. Wei Qian seemed to see a terrible bloody mouth. Without saying a word, she turned around and walked out of the door...

Of course, the old lady just wanted to sneeze.

There are also three fat people.

Three fat people were extremely cheap. One day, while he was not at home, he used a brush to dip red paint and painted a line of big words at his doorstep - studying for the rise of China.

The gloomy corridor, the blood-red and blood-red big words...

The evil old lady in the opposite door got up early and went out for a walk at around 4 a.m. before dawn, she was frightened. She was stunned at the door for three seconds, screamed briefly, picked up her pants and slammed the door and ran back to her house... She almost didn't wet her pants.

Under such a situation of ambushing on all sides, Wei Qian found the only trace of peace in Song Xiaobao.

Song Xiaobao said to him seriously in private: "Brother, if you don't want to go, don't go."

Wei Qian looked up at her in surprise.

Song Xiaobao held a piece of watermelon in his mouth and said sincerely: "Don't you want to go to school?"

Wei Qian hesitated for a moment and nodded against his will.

Song Xiaobao shook his head and sighed, pretending to be a mature person, "Oh, there is nothing I can do, I understand your difficulties."

Wei Qian was shocked and thought that she had become so sensible before she knew it, and she was a little heart-warming, so she asked, "What do you... understand?"

Song Xiaobao "snatched" and spitted the watermelon seeds into the ashtray, and said sympathetically: "Tell you the truth, brother, I don't actually want to go to school either."

Wei Qian: “…”

Song Xiaobao was ordered to copy the longest text in the Chinese text twice that night.

But it sounds amazing. Sometimes there are such coincidences. When a person is obsessed with something, there will be some desperate turning points - although it may not be a good turning point.

On that day, Wei Qian changed out of his work clothes and pushed his bicycle to ride on him, suddenly a man called him.

The man was wearing expensive clothes, looked like a terrifying pair of sunglasses. Wei Qian didn't recognize him, but he had a familiar aura on his body.

Wei Qian had a premonition in his heart at that time. Sure enough, when the man saw him, he strode towards him.

Wei Qian had already washed his hands and ignored him. He wanted to leave after getting on the car, but the man raised his hand and grabbed his handlebar and stepped on the wheel: "This is Brother Wei, I want to say a few words to you."

Wei Qian's hand pressed on the handlebar tightly, and the blue veins burst out, and he lowered his voice and warned: "Let go."

The man took off his sunglasses and saw that his nose was a little crooked, and there was a scar on his eyelids, which looked big and small, with a fierce and cunning face. He took out a business card from his pocket and shook it in front of Wei Qian: "Master Hu Si, should he remember Brother Wei?"

The first time Wei Qian fought a bunch of people alone, and when he became famous, there was indeed a man who called himself Master Hu, who gave him a business card, which was very interesting. Although Wei Qian refused at the time, he was very impressed by this person because he looked at people with strange looks, just like in his eyes, no one was human, but he could lead pigs, horses, cattle and sheep to the market to hawk.

Later, Wei Qian heard from someone that the old man named Hu Siye was a guy who was both good at porn, gambling, poison and rain. He was so bad that he had three or four famous underground black boxing rings under his name, attracting respectable thugs and athletes everywhere, especially like Wei Qian's professional spirit of fighting and fighting.

Wei Qian's eyelids twitched at that time, and knew that this person could not be offended, so he stretched out his foot and stopped the car on the ground. He asked politely: "What do you call me brother?"

The man in sunglasses saw him coming up and was very satisfied. He rubbed his hands and let go of his bicycle: "I dare not take it. My name is Zhao Laojiu, just call me Laojiu."

Wei Qian smiled and said, "Oh, it's Brother Jiu. Master Hu doesn't come often, maybe I don't know, happy..."

Zhao Laojiu said: "Le Xiaodong is dead. It's been half a year since he has known it."

Wei Qian lowered his eyes and paused: "Yes, so I'm no longer doing this anymore. Actually, Master Hu and Brother Jiu look down on me. I shouldn't be pushing me. But look, I can't leave anything if I take my family and I can't leave anything, and it's indeed..."

Zhao Laojiu turned his eyes and nodded and said, "Oh, I understand, everyone has difficulties. Is Mr. Hu such an unreasonable person? Now it is mainly like this. He has opened a new 'point'. The 'place' is not warm yet, and there is a shortage of people to warm up. I urgently need to find a few powerful people to support it. Although it delays your work, you have to rest assured about the price. Mr. Hu will definitely not treat his own people badly."

Wei Qian followed Le Xiaodong in many occasions in the later period, and he knew a little about many things - he heard that Zhao Laojiu meant that Mr. Hu Si had built a new black boxing ring and wanted to ask him to go to the warm-up field.

The black boxing market in Guangdong and Guangxi has a long history, and the huge profits are obtained from life. Some underground boxing rings will have real masters. In the mid-1990s, these people could get tens of thousands of dollars in one game, while other irrelevant small fish and shrimps that warm up the field ranged from thousands to thousands.

Wei Qian smiled self-deprecatingly: "Brother Jiu, stop teasing me. Do you still don't know how much I have? A real master of boxing Sanda can crush me with just one finger. It doesn't matter if I live or not. It's not good to embarrass Mr. Hu and you."

Wei Qian knew that if he agreed, he would definitely be Zhao Laojiu's people, and Zhao Laojiu would be looking for someone for Mr. Hu Si. He would definitely get benefits in the middle. He would have the money if the person he found lost and won. Wei Qian knew all these things.

"You are wrong, it's not that true," Zhao Laojiu waved his hand, "The real master is not a cabbage, so how easy it is to find him? What kind of eyes does Mr. Hu have? He can look down on you, so you don't have to underestimate yourself..."

Speaking of this, Brother Jiu suddenly looked around and lowered his voice and said to Wei Qian: "Besides, Brother Jiu tells you the truth. In the boxing ring, you are usually good enough. You can make a few games, 18,000 yuan, and then leave after taking it. This money is easy to come, and nothing is done. It is not good to be really powerful to a certain extent. If a top boxer cannot get off the advanced arena, there will always be even more powerful, and the final outcome is to die on it."

Wei Qian's eyes twitched.

"I won't tell you that it's false," Zhao Laojiu looked at his expression and lowered his voice. "Mr. Hu sent us out, and I have also found many people. For example, the entry price is 2,000 yuan. Whether there will be bonuses and commissions in the future depends on your personal performance. Those people... are the most powerful ones. If you can't beat 30,000 or 50,000 yuan, that's the price of life. Even if you want to play with others, you can't play at that level. Do you understand?"

Wei Qian was silent, and Zhao Laojiu's words were indeed a bit credible.

"Oh, brother, I just told you a general market, and didn't scare you. This time, it's different from the general market. Our task is to warm up the field, which is to sing out the new boxing ring, which is equivalent to opening and rewarding guests. Do you understand? It's just a hilarious tidbit, with very little risk, not as big as a death." Zhao Laojiu patted his shoulder intimately and gave him a train ticket: "The ticket next Monday is my phone number written on the back. If you want, go to me there. If you don't want it, forget it. I'm just asking my brother to help you. If you don't, you're still there, right?"

Wei Qian was carrying this train ticket and lay in bed for a night without looking at him.

Zhao Laojiu almost fell asleep just after appearing, and someone gave him a pillow.

Wei Qian once thought about how he would maintain his family income if he went back to school. Zhao Laojiu gave him the answer, and the admission fee would be 2,000 yuan, and there would be no need to be much. As long as he could last two or three games, he would have 5,000 or 6,000 yuan.

Five or six thousand is nothing, but this money was no longer a small amount in ordinary people's houses. There was a person like Mrs. Song who spent eight petals with one cent. Wei Qian believed that with her diligence and thrift, she would have no problem using this money to comfortably manage her whole year of livelihood.

But……

It is hard to make money and shit is hard to eat - everyone knows this principle, there is no pie falling from the sky. Wei Qian clearly understands that what Zhao Laojiu said about "opening business and rewarding guests" and "highlights" are all nonsense.

Why just come to him? It's so far from the south to the north, and countless people can fight.

Wei Qian thought about it and felt that it was probably Le Xiaodong who died. Mr. Hu traveled thousands of miles to find him, and he wanted nothing but a bottomless person.

In front of him was a pool of water, clear and visible to the bottom of the pool was gold visible to the naked eye, but Wei Qian didn't know how deep the water he jumped into after he jumped into. He didn't know if he could come up again after he jumped down.

Before Mazi died, he also made a lot of money.

Wei Qian turned over and lay for a long time, and his muscles began to ache. He got up gently, trying not to wake Wei Zhiyuan up. The weather was too hot, and the child was sweating all over his forehead, so it was really rare to sleep.

Wei Qian walked downstairs and circled around the old tube building in the shanty town, like a donkey pulling a mill, trying to bring out a little Zen meaning.

Wei Qian felt that this was because he was too greedy and the burden was heavy, but he still wanted them to live a relatively relaxed and good life.

He always thought that even if he was selling himself, he could pull him up. Isn’t he better than a chicken? How could he let Xiaobao and Xiaoyuan live their childhood?

But these were not enough, and he actually hoped to go to school.

In the dim morning light, Wei Qian was holding the dew that had just fallen, and was like a big demon who had overcome the tribulation and the inner demon, sternly questioning his heart.

He told himself fiercely, what's the use of going to school? Will you be able to get into college by going to high school? Will you be able to finish your studies after going to college? Will you be able to find a good job after finishing your studies? Even if you find a good job, can you make up for the six or seven years of time he wasted from high school to college?

Wei Qian listed all the reasons he could think of in his mind that were not worth going to school.

At this time, he saw the owner of the convenience store downstairs yawning and opening.

Wei Qian kicked a small stone away and said to himself in his heart: What a nonsense, why don’t you want to go to heaven?

He bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the convenience store, and officially announced that he had completely failed after quitting smoking for half a year.
Chapter completed!