This big drink was so drunk that the two drinkers were like relatives reunited after being separated for many years, with tears filling their eyes.
During the meeting, Wang Jun mentioned that when he started, he opened a boxing gym specializing in teaching Muay Thai. The business was pretty good at first. Maybe he was just curious. Muay Thai, which is famous for its toughness and fierceness, is at the top of the world in the field of fighting and fighting. Daimyo's.
An endless stream of young people come to the hotel in search of excitement, including many innocent girls and beautiful young women.
But all of these young people are like Ye Gong, who was very fond of dragons back then. They only had a superficial taste of it. They just practiced superficially, but they were unwilling to work hard to understand the real Muay Thai. Some even ruined the boxing gym. As a very popular salon club nowadays, those men and women with money and time are very casual and crazy about attracting each other on this fashionable social platform.
Originally, Wang Jun could make a lot of money from these stupid and exaggerated young people, but he was stubborn and couldn't stand these men and women who were brightly dressed on the outside but empty and brainless on the inside. Their empty and hypocritical faces were like a A soulless walking dead.
Moreover, today's young people love to follow the trend. They don't know the smell and taste, and they are like a group of buzzing flies, flying here and there. In a few days, there will be no boxing lessons anywhere. Everyone went to learn boxing, and some people said that Taekwondo was good, and they all flocked to the Taekwondo gym in an instant. Anyway, whatever is new is good, while China’s traditional martial arts, the quintessence of China, are regarded by these vulgar and crude young people. The earthly ones spit on the dregs and throw them away.
They think that those martial arts performances similar to physical gymnastics on TV are traditional Chinese Kung Fu. How can those fancy fists and embroidered legs represent our traditional Chinese martial arts? They think that things imported from foreign countries are good, and foreign monks can chant sutras. In the eyes of these unscrupulous descendants who worship foreign countries and consider thieves as their fathers, the moon in the United States is rounder than that in China.
As time went by, Wang Jun, who was not very good at catering to the market, gradually lost most of his customers. He was not a businessman, and he did not know how to maintain customers, expand resources, or market operations. Wang Jun, who gradually failed to manage well, eventually The boxing gym was forced to close.
By chance, Wang Jun met He Yong, a gangster in society. That day, one of He Yong's brothers, Ermaozi, went to Wang Jun's boxing gym to find a girl. Ermaozi, who had drunk some wine, shamelessly pestered the girl. If you have to be with someone, how could an innocent girl fall in love with a bastard?
Ermaozi, who was under the influence of alcohol, got drunk and stopped the girl from letting her go. A young man who was practicing boxing with the girl stepped forward and said a few words to Ermaozi. This was like poking a hornet's nest. With his red eyes, Ermaozi pointed at the young man who had accused him and started to curse. The little gangster Emaozi was not really drunk but pretending to be drunk. He suddenly Isn't it good to see a blind guy come up to interfere with his affairs? What does he do? He is a member of the society. He wants to cause trouble even though he has nothing to do. What Ermaozi is proud of is his experience of killing people on the streets, especially since there is a girl he likes here today. Now, isn't this a good time for him to show off his muscles?
Thinking of the clever Ermaozi going crazy here, he waved his hand heroically.
"Fuck him for me! If anything happens, it will be my fault." Immediately, the few buddies who came with him pounced on the young man who was fighting the injustice like wolves and tigers.
The young man who has been practicing Muay Thai for a few days also feels that he is unambiguous. He may have seen too many bloody scenes of heroes saving beauties, and he thought he was a superman saving the world. Damn it! Brother! Is Superman's red briefs meant to be worn outside? The reality is that it's fucking miserable.
In less than three seconds, the young man's glasses flew into the sky. Ten seconds later, he was lying on the ground, letting people kick him in a circle. At this time, the innocent little girl stretched out her hand. It was an extraordinary move. When this girl took action, it was really extraordinary. In an instant, the girl's originally clear and bright eyes immediately became extremely sharp. Her slender legs were suddenly raised, and with a few fierce kicks, she kicked several hooligans who were lying down around the young man. Fortunately, this time, the hero did not save the beauty, but let the beauty be saved.
Now Ermaozi's face was disgraced. How did he know that this frail little girl was one of the few students that Wang Jun liked. He was completely red-eyed. A knife was pulled out from his waist.
"Fuck! Little bitch, can't you beat me? Come on, I want to see if you can hide from the knife?" After saying that, he smiled sinisterly and pounced on the pretty little beauty.
Wang Jun, who had been holding his shoulders and watching for a long time, originally didn't want to care about the bullshit of these little boys and girls, but when he saw that they were going under the knife, he couldn't pretend to ignore them anymore. Furthermore, he really likes this little girl who is usually very studious. The word "like" is in quotation marks, which is the teacher's appreciation for his proud student.
Just when the knife in Er Maozi's hand was about to pierce out, Wang Jun, who had a cold look in his eyes, moved. Er Maozi saw an afterimage rushing towards him with a whir, and then his vision went black. It flew out sideways.
Wang Jun made a powerful and heavy high sweep, and kicked Er Maozi hard on the head. He said that it was powerful and heavy, but it was just because of Wang Jun's crisp and neat movements, which gave people the impression. In fact, Wang Jun was leaving behind He is a fucking professional. If he takes action with all his strength, then Ermao Zi can go get his lunch box.
Even this was enough for Ermaozi to drink a pot. He flew out and hit the ground, and passed out instantly. Brother Ermaozi, seeing that something was not going well, rushed him to the hospital in a panic.
The doctor confirmed that Er Maozi had at least a moderate concussion. The guy was confused for several days before he finally regained consciousness. Sadly, when he regained consciousness, he didn’t know who kicked him like this. He later found out after asking his brothers who were present at the time. It was done by a man named Wang Jun.
Naturally, the clever Er Maozi did not dare to seek redress on his own, so he had no choice but to go home to his mother like a wronged child. His eldest brother was none other than He Yong, the most popular person in society.
In fact, Ermaozi is not He Yong's core backbone. Ermaozi's brother He Yong is still using him for the time being. For his brother's sake, he took Ermaozi to play with him.
But no matter what, Er Maozi can be regarded as one of his people. If something happens to the little brother, the elder brother can't even fart. Besides, He Yong is also very fond of this guy who kicked Er Maozi with a moderate concussion. Interested, He Yong took a bunch of his boys to Wang Jun's boxing gym one night.
Wang Jun and He Yong, two people who also had extraordinary experiences, looked at each other for a long time without saying a word.
"Hehe! My brother got a moderate concussion after being kicked by you. As the eldest brother, I had to come over and take a look. I know you are not a good person, but today even I have a moderate concussion and I have to be there for you. Let me give it a try, hehe! Otherwise, who the hell will play with me in the future!" He Yong smiled sadly and slowly took off his coat.
"Haha! I haven't learned anything about the mixed society in China. When I was holding a gun in Myanmar, my kid, you were still studying ABC in middle school." Wang Jun looked at these so-called social people with cold eyes, and his words were very cold. It's not cutting.
