Saturday.
Morning.
Li Jiajun woke up from the hotel room, washed up, and went to the hotel restaurant with his room card.
Coincidentally, he happened to meet Cheng Hui here for breakfast.
The two of them got their things from the buffet together and sat down on both sides of a dining table.
"This money is for you."
"It should be enough for you to pay off the loan shark."
Before Li Jiajun started breakfast, he took out a check from his pocket.
Cheng Hui took the knife and fork and glanced at the check beside the dinner plate. He didn't reach for it immediately. Instead, he smiled and said, "Thirty million is enough."
The handicap for yesterday’s boxing match,
He wins at odds of 1 to 11, and Li Zitian wins at odds of 5 to 1.
Li Jiajun took his deposit and bought 3 million to win, and he got more than 30 million in peripherals. What about the bonus from the game?
Now he gave Cheng Hui a check of 30 million, and he still had several million in pocket money.
Li Jiajun realized that Cheng Hui didn't take the initiative to take the money. He smiled, put the check in his wallet, then stood up and stuffed it into Cheng Hui's pocket.
Cheng Hui did not refuse, but with a smile on his face, he put a piece of steak into his mouth and asked: "After winning the MMA title, where are you going to go next?"
"Go back and study well?"
This means asking him if he still wants to box.
After all, even if Li Jiajun is a rich second generation, with his current worth, the money he earns from boxing is enough for him to become a rich generation!
Because after MMA, there will be various world competitions with greater influence and higher prize money.
Winning a few more boxing titles and earning tens of millions, hundreds of millions is easy.
At this time, Li Jiajun was holding slices of bread in both hands, chewing and saying, "I want to do something more meaningful."
"more meaningful?"
Cheng Hui thought about it and probably knew that Li Jiajun was not going to box.
It seems that Li Jiajun is an idealist...
Boxing is about proving yourself.
After boxing, no matter how famous you are, if you say you don’t want to fight, you won’t fight. You have to go and do more meaningful things.
"well."
"I don't understand you young people."
"But if you don't box, I, as a coach and an agent, will be missing a cash cow."
"I can only go back to the gym to do exercises in two days."
Cheng Hui shook his head, sighed and complained, but there was always a smile on his face.
After all, now that he has 40 million Hong Kong dollars in his hand and has paid off the loan shark, wouldn't he feel relaxed? There is no need to hide away from debts, and you can go find a serious job outside.
With the reputation of his three gold belts and the record of teaching a boxing champion, it is not too easy to make some money.
Of course, Cheng Hui never knew Li Jiajun's background and had no ability to check it deliberately. So I don’t know that Li Jiajun is not short of money, let alone what Li Jiajun wants to do.
After listening to the master's complaint, Li Jiajun smiled and said, "Master, aerobics is not bad either."
"I think the aunt you come to learn from every day is interested in you. If you don't have a money tree, maybe you can give her a hug."
"Auntie will buy you an AJ."
Cheng Hui thought of the ambiguous and greedy look in that aunt's usual eyes, and his right hand holding the steak suddenly trembled: "You bastard!"
"Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!"
He couldn't stand that kind of aunt, and he didn't dare to hug this tree.
Li Jiajun chuckled and continued eating without mentioning this.
After he finished his breakfast, he said goodbye to Cheng Hui. Without taking too many notes, he returned to the room, packed his things, and checked out.
However, after he returned to Hong Kong by boat, he did not go to school or go home immediately. Instead, he took a plane to Vietnam.
He waited until the next night, carrying his schoolbag and driving back downstairs.
At this time, Li Wenbin followed his usual practice of standing in front of the bar drinking and watching the game. Unfortunately, there was no boxing match to watch. He could only watch the football match now.
Alas, since the results of the Deputy Director of Competition Action were announced, he did not show any abnormality when working on weekdays. Only at night when he was at home alone would he drink to drown his sorrows and stage a tragic drama.
Fang Jiexia tried to persuade him for a few days, but her attempts were ineffective and she was too lazy to persuade the old man again.
Because she understands that men have some scars and it takes time to heal.
Since Li Wenbin can't accept it for a while, let him drink for a while. Is it possible that after half a year or a year, Li Wenbin still can't accept it? At that time, my mentality must have calmed down.
So Fang Jiexia was already sleeping in the bedroom inside...
Li Wenbin heard the familiar sound of a car engine downstairs and knew in his heart that his son was back.
Sure enough, within a few minutes, there was a sound of footsteps approaching the door of the house.
Li Jiajun used his fingerprint to unlock the door. After changing his shoes and entering, he walked to the bar carrying a bag.
Compared with a month ago, he became more confident and muscular.
Due to a minor injury sustained during boxing, there was a small band-aid on his face.
Handsome.
And extremely confident!
This is Li Jiajun's state at this moment.
I have to say that people who have won boxing titles are different!
Compared with Li Wenbin, who was drinking to drown his sorrows and depressed behind the bar, he was in heaven and on earth.
Even Li Wenbin had to admit at this time that his son was more aggressive than him.
It’s good to be young…
Li Wenbin sighed quietly in his heart, turned around and took out a wine glass and placed it in front of Li Jiajun: "Let's have a drink together."
"OK."
Li Jiajun would come back to find his father. He did not leave at this time, but watched Li Wenbin fill a glass of whiskey with ice for him, then unzipped his backpack and took out a ten kilogram gold boxing belt. !
Snap!
Although this boxing championship gold belt is made of gold-plated material, the blood and glory behind it are real!
Li Wenbin stared at it, nodded, and pushed the wine glass in front of Li Jiajun: "Well done."
This sentence was already too soft for Li Wenbin.
Li Jiajun chuckled, raised his glass and took a sip. He played with the glass and sneered: "That's right."
"At least he's better than you."
This time Li Wenbin did not get angry, but fell into silence for a long time, raised his eyelids and said: "You know everything?"
"Everything is known."
Li Jiajun nodded, his expression returned to normal, he held the wine glass and said in a deep voice: "Dad, I feel bad for you."
"When you were the head of the serious crime team in the Central District, what was that Li Shaoze doing?"
"He hasn't even graduated from the police academy yet. After graduation, he will work as a small uniformed policeman. He will brag and get slapped every day while patrolling. If he catches a thief, he will be slapped with a brick!"
Li Wenbin's brows jumped. He didn't expect that Li Jiajun could even inquire about things so far back. It seems that his son is also quite capable...
This made Li Wenbin feel a little unhappy. He didn't know what Li Jiajun was doing while he was busy.
But Li Jiajun didn't notice it and continued: "Li Shaoze's ability to get along is actually all about hugging women's thighs."
"Even if he has some ability, it's just a little bit. How can he compare with you?"
"How many guys from the Operations Department support you? There are also Sir Zeng and the guys from the Central District. They all support you as deputy director! Li Shaoze can't convince the public at all!"
"I have a plan..."
"As long as you nod, Li Shaoze will be dismounted and you will be able to take over!"
Li Jiajun said this with a smile on his lips and a look in his eyes that looked more like a wolf than Li Wenbin.
wild ambition.
Really arrogant ambition!
Li Wenbin's heart pounded, he slapped the bar hard and shouted: "Shut up!"
"Why do you say this!"
"You haven't even graduated from the police academy, so what do you know!"
Li Jiajun became serious, pointed at the golden belt next to him and said, "As you said, I prove that I am qualified to talk to you."
"Dad, you can't be afraid!"
"I know a truth in the boxing ring. I'm afraid, you will lose for the rest of your life!"
Afraid.
You will lose forever.
When Li Wenbin heard this sentence, his head suddenly buzzed, and he fell into silence.
Afraid?
Do you really want to admit defeat?
There is no chance anymore.
This loss is really for life.
Li Wenbin seemed to be hit in the heart, and his lips were trembling faintly.
In the dark living room.
Li Jiajun's wild wolf-like gaze seemed to see through his father's hesitation at this moment. He clapped his hands and said, "Uncle Kuang, come in."
Kwong Chi-li.
Zhang Zhiheng.
Luo Guangzhi.
Chen Bin.
Four muscular men wearing T-shirts walked into the room one after another.
"Zhili, Zhiheng, Guangzhi, Abin."
Li Wenbin held the wine glass, looked at the four old guys he hadn't seen for a long time, and called out their names one by one...
His eyes suddenly filled with tears as he recalled the days when he and the guys fought side by side in the Central Zone.
They shed blood, received medals, drank wine, and received scoldings in the Central District.
All are real life-long friendships.
Unfortunately, in a case that year, the Central District Crime Squad suffered heavy losses.
Four brothers were seriously injured and retired. They left Hong Kong Island with their family and went to work as a middle-level manager in a factory in Vietnam.
Although this factory is Li Wenbin's family business, everyone has not seen each other for many years since they went to Vietnam. Meeting again now is undoubtedly a huge surprise, which touches the deepest part of Li Wenbin's heart.
I saw that the four faces of Kwong Chi-li, Zhang Zhiheng, Luo Guangzhi and Chen Bin have been weathered for a long time, but their long years of work in Vietnam have given them an unscrupulous look.
At this time, they stood in a row in front of Li Wenbin, suddenly stood at attention, saluted, and shouted neatly: "Central District Serious Crime Team, Kuang Zhili, Zhang Zhiheng, Luo Guangzhi, Chen Bin."
"Report to sir!"
"Why are you here? You're not just here to have a drink with me, are you?"
Li Wenbin is also a man who has experienced great things. After being touched when they first met, he immediately realized that the purpose of the appearance of the four people was not simple, and perhaps it was not a good thing at all.
Kuang Zhili was Li Wenbin's deputy at the time and the eldest brother of the four. When he heard Li Wenbin's question, he took the initiative to step forward and said: "Tou, we came here specially to help you."
"What can you help me with?"
Li Wenbin looked a little unhappy.
But Kuang Zhili still said: "Help you defeat Li Shaoze!"
"Help you become deputy director!"
"Help you get to the top brother!"
(End of chapter)
