Beautiful Sweetheart

Ningji's iron clothes are designed in great detail. They can't be made by machine. Many places have to be made by hand.

"I'll go too. You can't bear to leave me at home alone." Whirlwind legs jump off the bed.

This is the strength of the ordinary boxer, the broken hands do not affect the activities.

"All right, let's go. Uncle Jian, you take a blanket to cover the wound. It's windy outside. " Ning Ji said with a smile.

Ning Ji will not be stingy with his own language while others care about him.

Whirlwind legs heard the sour nose, eyes immediately red, immediately vowed to recognize Ningji this friend all his life.

Ning Ji doesn't know how much help his little care will bring to his future.

Clean up, three people on the business Audi, this car Lin Chengguang ration, let Ningji open a variety of places and work.

The car slowly drove out and down to the village. Ning Ji didn't drive into the city, but wandered in the suburbs.

Mindu city is full of commercial streets with few factories. It's a waste of time to find a blacksmith shop there.

"Demon, is the only way you can speed up your career is to wear iron clothes?" Back row, whirlwind leg opens mouth to ask a way.

As a qualified boxer, whirlwind leg can give Ning Ji a lot of good advice and help him avoid many detours.

"It's not, and the morning exercise is messy. Anyway, it's all done on the basis of wearing iron clothes." Ning Ji took the steering wheel and replied.

In a word, iron clothes is an indispensable part of Ning Ji's quick fitness plan, without which nothing can be carried out.

In the last few days of the plan, Ning ran behind the car wearing a 30 kg iron suit and a chain.

"In the words of ordinary people, strength is based on muscles. A muscular man, even if he doesn't do it, will give people a very strong and powerful feeling. " Whirlwind legs ponder for a moment, say such a sentence.

Ning Ji didn't understand. What does this paragraph mean?

"But the most powerful people are the ones without muscles. For example, we muscle men, strength is in the muscle.

And the kind of strength without muscle has gone deep into the bone marrow. It's like Ye Wen, master Yongchun, and the mad leopard last night. " Whirlwind leg continued.

Whirlwind leg's words are right, just a few words, is equivalent to vernacular experts' research results.

"Well, I know that." Ning Ji nods, he agrees with the view of whirlwind leg.

Because Ning Ji has seen it with his own eyes, the terrible master Tang Xiaofan.

If you see Tang Xiaofan for the first time, you will think that he is an ordinary young man, and you can't connect him with the killer.

However, after you have seen Tang Xiaofan's skill and speed, you will admire the wonderful world.

"I think you're one of those. No matter how you exercise, you can't be a muscle man, but you will definitely be a master in the future. " There was a strange noise in his throat when he spoke.

He was a little excited. It was not everyone's privilege to see a rookie become a master.

"Why?" Although Ning Ji asked, he was still very happy.

You see, the veteran and black boxing fighters all say that. I'm sure I'll become an expert!

"Because there's an air in your heart, you give people the feeling that you won't be pressed on top of your head by anything." Uncle Jian took the words.

Ning Ji raised his head and looked in the mirror. The face in the mirror was ordinary and extraordinary.

From ordinary and extraordinary, Ningji's past is ordinary, but his future is absolutely extraordinary!

In modern cities, it's hard to find old blacksmith shops. Even there are few workshops for making iron products.

Ning Ji spent three hours driving around the whole West Fourth Ring Road, but he didn't find the place he liked.

The plan of making iron clothes should not be shelved or delayed. We must finish it today.

Time is money. Seeing that it is already noon, Ning Ji is worried.

"Some of my friends are engaged in decoration. They have grinders and other things. Go and have a look." Uncle Jian thought about it and said.

No matter where you go, you always have deep or shallow friends.

Grinding machine and other things can't make the iron clothes required by Ning Ji. Uncle Jian said so out of frustration, dead horse should live horse doctor.

"Is it the same as in the movie, ostensibly engaged in decoration, but actually underworld?" Ning Ji ha ha a smile, at last is to have landed.

Uncle Jian didn't nod or deny it. It was tacit.

After seeing the route marked by Jianshu on the electronic map, Ning Ji shook his wrist, and the black Audi made a gorgeous 180 degree turn.

Although this driving skill is not enough to take part in car racing, it is more than enough to drive on the road."Ningji, you want to die!" Uncle Jian didn't pay attention, so he stuck his face on the glass.

The whirlwind leg in the back row is nothing. I'm wearing a seat belt. I just feel dizzy.

"Sit down." Ning Ji, with a smile, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

Audi doesn't have much horsepower, but the speed under full driving can also be described as galloping. Jianshu didn't pay attention and was thrown back.

"Shit, do you have a driver's license?" Uncle Jian roared.

"Well, not yet..." Ning Ji is a little embarrassed.

“……”

Fifteen minutes later, Ning Ji parked his car on the side of the road, and the three walked into the small decoration shop.

In broad daylight, the rolling gate is only half pulled down. I guess with my toes that the people living here are not normal people.

Decoration shop hate dim, through the gap through the light, Ningji saw a lot of machines and waste.

The chandelier suddenly turned on, and a middle-aged man with a naked upper body and a dark face came out of it.

Dead fish eyes, pockmarked face, and as black as Bao Qingtian, the second is really not so good.

"Viagra, what brings you here?" The middle-aged man smiles and shows his white teeth.

"Second, bring a friend to hold you up." Uncle Jian also smiles and goes forward to give a hug.

Ning Ji is about to vomit blood, Viagra, second child, what are these names.

Can you find some more ridiculous nicknames than these two?

It can be seen that when Jianshu was young, he didn't have a good time. When he went to the street, everyone called Viagra, but his face was not green.

"Oh, you're going to come back. Is it a mountain knife or a paper knife this time? " The second patted uncle Jianshu on the shoulder and made fun of him.

With super intelligence and precise brain, Ning Ji can analyze a lot of hidden information from any language.

Kaishan Dao is one of the most fierce knives. It is extremely sharp and made of fine steel.

Although it can not achieve the effect of opening the mountain, it is more than enough to break the stone and iron.

And the paper knife, in the underworld belongs to the top civilian tools, a knife down thick paper can be cut.

It's a matter of a moment to be cut down by this kind of knife, to break one's arm and leg.

And this second man, if he can say that, he has the strength to make these two kinds of knives.

You can't judge by appearance. This strange uncle who faces obscenity must have been extraordinary before.

"No Dao this time, Ning Ji. Show him the drawing." Uncle Jian said and turned to look at Ning Ji.

Ning Ji nodded and took out the drawing from his pocket and handed it to him.

The second took it, squinted and scanned it, nodding slightly.

I don't know whether to praise Ning Ji for his good drawings or to express that he can make them.

"How's it going? Can you do it? " Ning Ji asked.

"If I do it here, I can only splice one piece for you, and the effect is not much different from your design." The second replied.

Ning Ji designed this iron suit for weight-bearing practice. Splicing or other techniques are not important, as long as they can be put on the body.

"Well, how long will it take?" Ning Ji asked again.

"Three days." The second lit a cigarette and replied.

"Fastest." This time uncle Jian spoke.

Like the second person, whether he works or not depends on his interest and mood. If he is in a good mood, he can finish his work in half a day in three days.

Uncle Jian knew this very well, so he began to help Ning Ji.

"A day and a half." Second deep suction, spit out the turbid smoke, light said.

"I'll do it for you. Is one day enough?" Uncle Jian gritted his teeth.

As soon as the voice fell, Ning Ji put on a look of surprise. Uncle Jian, do you know how to strike iron?

Looking at this man in his early sixties, he is not in the middle of winter. Ning Ji really can't see that Jianshu has such a skill.

The second takes a puff, and the cigarette burns for a third, followed by silence.

A moment later, the second man exhaled the exhaust gas and nodded, "one day, one day."

Ning Ji is very happy. It's true that he has a specialty in martial arts. If not for Jian Shu, an old gangster who specializes in the gangster world, he will waste two days this time.

He went in and changed into a white shirt. Then he turned on all the lights in the room.

Dozens of incandescent lamps are suspended from the ceiling, shining no less than the light outside.

"The one with disabled hands, just sit there and rest. You, come and help. " The second man crossed his waist and began to command.

Ning Ji nodded in a dull voice and began to move the iron block to the workbench under the command of the second man.

Although Ning Ji is an employer, he can't refuse the second man's command after he leaves the human relationship this time.

After working for more than ten minutes, all the materials and tools were ready, Ning Ji had nothing to do and began to stand by and watch.

In just half an hour, Ning Ji twice deeply realized the essence of the sentence that people can't judge appearance.It's really unambiguous for Jianshu to do this kind of work, which is much faster than the black faced second.

"Surprise, I used to open a decoration shop." Uncle Jian raised his head and said with a slight air.

"Well, when we were in the capital of Fujian, what was the Golden Eagle gang in front of us at that time?" The black faced old man sighed and began to recall the past.