Macao.
Power Gym.
At present, the country is severely cracking down on illegal boxing matches and underground black boxing.
There are no official boxing matches even on Hong Kong Island. If you want to box, you can only go to Macau!
The Asian division including MMA mixed martial arts competitions is only held in Macau.
This environment has left a lot of food for many boxing gyms in Macau. However, unless there is a big boxing gym supported by a big boss. Ordinary boxing gyms are gradually being converted into "fitness gyms". In addition to teaching boxing and fighting, they also teach yoga, aerobics and other entertainment projects to make money.
After all, not many young people learn boxing, but there are quite a few middle-aged ladies who do gymnastics.
Of course, making money is faster than making money.
"Hello."
"I'm looking for Cheng Hui."
Li Jiajun was wearing a white T-shirt and sports shorts, and he placed a backpack on the ground.
At this time, he had taken off the white bandage on his arm, holding a photo, and was asking a passing coach in front of him.
"oh."
"You are looking for Jianhui."
The coach nodded and pointed back to the aerobics room: "He has classes there, just wait for him."
"Thank you."
Li Jiajun thanked him politely and walked to the door of the aerobics room with a curious expression. The coach muttered something strange, and while tying a protective band on his hand, he passed by him.
After all, Cheng Hui had been in the gym for a while, and this was the first time a stranger came to him.
At this time, Li Jiajun was standing in front of the glass door. Through the glass, he saw a dark-skinned, short, middle-aged man wearing a headphone collar and leading a group of Chinese aunts to "dance".
one two three four.
Two two three four.
Kang's nose is in the north, do it again.
The rhythm of aerobics is very exciting, but no matter how the coach looks at it, he doesn't look like the former three-time Asian gold belt boxing champion.
If it weren't for his master who learned boxing in Hong Kong, he heard that he wanted to fight MMA and specially introduced Cheng Hui to him.
Li Jiajun would never believe that the aerobics man in front of him had won the Asian boxing championship belt back then! And he is the only boxing champion in history who has won three consecutive gold belts!
It is said that the fist is so strong and fast that it can kill someone with one punch.
However, now that he has arrived, it is absolutely impossible for Li Jiajun to transfer and leave. He can only wait for Cheng Hui to get off work and see Cheng Hui's strength with his own eyes before making any plans.
There is no way, the MMA challenge will start next month, and there is only one month of training time left.
Weekly exhibition matches have already begun.
The Hong Kong boxers are not as powerful as those from Macau.
After hearing that Li Jiajun wanted to fight MMA this year, they all shook their heads, and no one dared to teach him.
After all, with Li Jiajun’s current level, he would only get beaten if he went to the Asian boxing competition...
If Li Jiajun hadn't been well-connected, he might not even have been able to get Cheng Hui's contact information.
So how could he have traveled in vain? Did you see Cheng Hui turn around and leave? Give it a try and then talk about it.
The music in the aerobics room stopped, Cheng Hui stopped his movements, clapped his hands feebly and said: "Okay, okay, that's it for today's class."
"Thank you, instructor."
The aunts replied breathlessly, each of them fatter than the last.
And when Cheng Hui picked up a bottle of mineral water and drank with his head raised...
He immediately noticed a muscular young man outside, looking at him with a "scrutinizing" gaze.
This look shocked Cheng Hui. He quickly raised his guard and walked up to the other party and said, "Boss, boss, I have no money now."
"When I get enough money from my salary, I will pay you back the interest first."
"Can you please stop screwing up my work here?"
It turned out that he thought that the Hong Kong Island Finance Company was there and had chased him to Macau to cause trouble for him.
This group of people is really well-informed!
Li Jiajun sneered twice, shook his head and said, "Master Cheng, I'm not here to collect debts."
"My name is Li Jiajun. I was introduced by Master Wang from Hong Kong Island and came to you specifically to learn boxing."
"I want to fight MMA."
"Get the championship!"
He really didn't expect that the "boxing champion" he came for, even if he usually taught aerobics, was still the kind of guy with a lot of debt and a low profile.
Cheng Hui did not expect that after eight years in prison, young people would find him to learn boxing.
Today's young people.
What’s not good about learning, boxing?
Lost your mind!
Cheng Hui showed no interest in this kind of fool who wanted to get the gold belt at the first word. He shook his head and waved his hands and said: "Master Wang? I don't care which Master Wang introduced you. You have also seen it. I will teach you now." Auntie does aerobics, how can she teach you how to box?"
"Don't learn a few tricks of the three-legged cat and just think about being the best in the world all day long. You simply don't know how high the sky is."
"Return to MMA, no matter what, I'll just give you MMP."
"It was Master Wang who said that you had won three consecutive championships, the gold belt boxing champion, and that you were the number one boxer in Hong Kong and Macau..."
If Li Jiajun hadn't been motivated by this reputation, he wouldn't have cared about this middle-aged bad guy at all.
But when Cheng Hui heard the word "boxing champion", he seemed to feel it was very harsh. He picked his ears with his fingers and said displeased: "Boxing champion?"
"Master Wang told you that I am the gold belt boxing champion, but didn't he tell you that I was a boxer and squatted for eight years, and now I owe a lot of debt!"
It was obvious that for him, the two fists were no longer an honor, but a kind of ridicule.
Cheng Hui could tell at a glance that the brat in front of him didn't seem to know about this.
So, after saying these words, he turned around and walked along the corner to the lounge.
Li Jiajun was silent for a moment, and soon realized that it didn't matter to him whether Cheng Hui used black boxing or not. Whoever can help him get the gold belt and win the MMA championship is the most important thing.
After he figured it out, he shouted loudly: "Help me win the championship, and I can give you a sum of money."
Cheng Hui can engage in black boxing, so it is conceivable that he is also a character who is greedy for money.
Sure enough, when he heard that there was money to be taken, he immediately stopped and asked, "How much is a sum of money?"
If it's less than his monthly salary, don't even talk about it.
"How much do you owe!"
"How much can I pay you back?"
Li Jiajun is rich, with millions of Hong Kong dollars in assets in his own account alone.
If you beat the MMA fighting champion, you can get another bonus.
Therefore, despite his usually inconspicuous appearance, in fact he is definitely a rich young man.
What's more, you can buy peripherals for a boxing match. When the time comes, he can buy himself a win and then win the boxing match.
"Bian Hui" doesn't have a problem even if he has tens of millions of debts. After paying off the debt in one lump sum, he might still be able to make some money.
"Huh?"
Cheng Hui's eyes lit up and he turned to look at Li Jiajun.
He suddenly discovered that Li Jiajun had amazing muscles and amazing bones. He was really a good seed to win the boxing championship.
Such good seedlings cannot be wasted and must be carefully cultivated.
Da da da.
Immediately, he strode up to Li Jiajun, swept his shoulders and said, "Follow me."
"yes."
"Master Cheng."
Li Jiajun followed Cheng Hui, and the two walked to a sandbag in the corner of the gym.
Cheng Hui patted the thick sandbag and said, "Try punching it."
"Snapped."
Li Jiajun set up his position, punched out with all his strength, and suddenly hit the sandbags.
Cheng Hui had been observing him carefully, nodded and said: "I have a certain foundation, but it's too superficial to be knocked out with one punch."
"Get out of the way and let me come."
Li Jiajun touched his nose and took a step back to stand to the side.
Cheng Hui straightened the sandbag and punched out with a relaxed expression. With a bang, the sandbag responded with a loud bang and was thrown around fiercely.
Li Jiajun's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he immediately knew that he had found the wrong person. He had really met a master.
In the future, Cheng Hui will teach him how to box. He will win the MMA fighting championship if he is a small one, but he will be a big one if he punches Li Ping'an!
However, Cheng Hui didn't know what was going on in his head. After punching the sandbag, he lightly punched Li Jiajun's arm: "What, your hand is injured?"
"I just saw that your strength was stagnant. Was it because you were beaten?"
"Ah." Li Jiajun exclaimed in pain, touched his arm, and nodded with a smile on his face: "Yes."
Cheng Hui hit Li Jiajun's pain point without knowing it. He didn't pay too much attention, but stood aside and said casually: "It's okay, it's just a slight bone fracture. I'll get you some ointment to rub it on, and you'll be fine soon." .”
"I'm telling you, there's only one month left until the start of the season."
"Actually, whether I can win or not depends not on how good I am as an instructor, but on you. Do you understand?"
"rest assured."
"clear."
Li Jiajun nodded happily, without any arrogance at this time.
In order to punch Li Shaoze, he kicked Li Pingan.
Rush!
Cheng Hui nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, from now on, Riot will report on time at six o'clock every morning."
"In addition, regardless of whether I win the championship or not, the money will still be paid."
"My foreign debt is not that big, just over 30 million..."
"clear!"
…
Kowloon District.
Single officers' quarters.
"Sir Chen, congratulations on your reinstatement."
"Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations."
Chen Guorong had just received his ID from the police station and returned to his long-term dormitory. Several familiar police officers passed by and immediately greeted him and congratulated him.
After all, with Chen Guorong's miserable defeat, it is really a miracle that he can successfully resume his original position and continue to lead the crime team. If it were any other police officer's fate, he would probably be transferred to a civilian position and sit on the bench.
It is said that Sir Chen was able to come back smoothly because Sir Li helped him out. This surprised the police officers of Kowloon District even more!
No one would have thought that Chen Guorong had such a good way of holding his thighs that he actually asked Sir Li to wipe his buttocks and even hugged Sir Li's thighs.
admire!
admire!
When Chen Guorong heard the greetings from his colleagues, he nodded in greeting and replied absently: "Thank you."
"Thanks."
Seeing that Chen Guorong was not talking in detail, his colleagues did not continue to talk, but walked directly through the corridor and left the dormitory building.
"Crack."
Chen Guorong walked into the dormitory, closed the door, and let out a long breath and said: "Miaomiao has been unable to be contacted for seven days. If it is not possible, we can only ask the clerk to help check."
Although he lives in a single police dormitory in Kowloon, he already has a beautiful seventeen-year-old daughter. Many police officers who have been single for a long time like to have a relationship with him and want to recognize him as their father-in-law.
The reason why he was reduced to living in a dormitory building was not because of divorce, but because of being widowed.
His wife died in a car accident on the way to the hospital four years ago.
Because he was busy with work, he did not arrive at the hospital as soon as possible to see his wife for the last time... As a result, "Miaomiao" is now very rebellious, has a relationship with him, and always hates him in her heart.
Don't talk about studying hard and going to school, you don't even see anyone's shadow.
Of course, like almost every father who is a police officer, he has no time to chat with his daughter and slowly untie his knot...
But in the past, Miaomiao would answer his call once every two or three days. It was undoubtedly strange that she didn't answer his call for a long time this time.
"Dududu."
Chen Guorong wore his uniform, sat down on the bed, and dialed his daughter's number on his mobile phone again.
I was on my way home yesterday and had another chapter in the afternoon.
(End of chapter)
