Goldfinger is a bit strange

After everyone was sweating profusely, they then entered the eating, drinking and chatting mode. Liu Qingshan was well-informed and soon kept these foreigners in a daze.

The topic soon turned to the hottest topic at the moment, the Olympic Games. A big black man grinned and began to brag, saying that if he went to the Olympics, he would definitely win a boxing gold medal.

Speaking of rising, he went down to the field and waved his fists vigorously. It looked like that.

"Mike, why don't you have a boxing match with this gentleman?"

A voice suddenly sounded.

Liu Qingshan turned his head and looked, and almost screamed: "Old Mao'er" saw a black girl on his left arm and a hot-bodied Yangma on his right arm, which instantly attracted the attention of the whole audience.

What's going on?

"Okay, that's a good suggestion. Come on, let's have a showdown between men!"

The big black man Mike suddenly showed a fierce look in his eyes and said eagerly.

That black girl had an affair with him. She was going to cheat on him, so of course she couldn't bear it.

The old man was so sincere, he even said: "The boxing technique you just performed was just a trick."

Dayangma, who has a great figure, doesn't know if it was intentional, but he still translated the old hat's words with added embarrassment.

Mike was even more angry. He had received professional boxing training and could easily knock down three or five ordinary people.

The old man is also a fool: "What's the matter, you want to start a fight, right? Come on, come on, I won't be a man!"

Liu Qingshan frowned: "McCall, this won't cause any trouble, right?"

"It doesn't matter. This is a private communication and does not involve diplomacy."

McCall was also worried about the world being in chaos. He was still setting up rice seedlings nearby, took out a banknote from his pocket, waved it and said, "I bet on Mike winning!"

Foreigners are very fond of gambling. When they see the leader, they immediately place their bets.

They all knew Mike's strength, so they all bet on Mike's side, and soon they piled up a lot. Look at it, almost several thousand dollars.

Here, there are foreign exchange coupons and US dollars.

Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up when he saw it: It can still be like this, okay, okay, I'm still worried about how to pluck the wool!

So he also took out the five hundred dollars he had left and said, "I'll bet on you!"

"Liu, you have to think carefully before placing your bet."

McCall also reminded him kindly.

Liu Qingshan said seriously: "I brought people here, so of course I have to support my compatriots!"

The level of the country and the nation rose at this moment. A few people who had not placed any bets immediately paid out their money and bet on Mike to win.

On the dance floor where they were dancing just now, the two warring parties stood opposite each other, surrounded by a large group of people, holding wine glasses, forming a large circle, making noises and whistling, it was very lively.

McCall temporarily stepped forward to act as the referee. This guy introduced the players from both sides in a long voice.

Taking advantage of this moment, Liu Qingshan quickly pulled the old man aside: "Uncle Master, we have to win this game, but we must not make a heavy move and kill people. We will be in trouble."

The old hat nodded: "If you don't go to Sijiu City to inquire about it, we men have never subdued anyone in a fight."

After saying that, he collided his two big fists and rushed upward.

"No, gloves."

McCall gestured for the old man to put on his gloves.

The old man was wondering where to find that thing. He kept shaking his head, and then Liu Qingshan remembered an important question:

Uncle Master doesn’t understand the rules of boxing. If he loses because of a foul, it will be a loss to his grandma’s family.

So he seized the time and explained the rules to his uncle. Time was short, so he could only focus on the key points.

"You're not allowed to use your feet, isn't that the same as giving him two feet?"

The old man was a little confused, but fortunately he didn't use his hands and feet. He showed his iron elbows: "If you don't use legs, then you can only use this."

It’s so awkward, uncle, you’re not allowed to use your elbow!

Liu Qingshan broke out in a cold sweat. At this moment, someone brought a pair of boxing gloves to the old man and helped him put them on.

Dong Dong, the old hat bumped his fists, shook his head and said: "Wear this thing to hit, it's soft, not manly at all!"

After struggling for a while, the game finally started.

Foreigners just know how to play. The hot-bodied Yangma just now held up a piece of paper with the number "1" written on it and walked around the field to signal the start of the first round.

With the sound of a gong on the drum set, McCall signaled the game to officially begin.

Mike is tall and strong, and of course Old Man is not bad in appearance either. The two parties are really a heavyweight.

In order to show friendship, Mike stretched out his fist and wanted to collide with the old man. This is also the habit and common sense of the game.

How could the old man understand this? When he saw the opponent's fist slowly extending over him, he would start punching him.

"Uncle Master, this is courtesy, give him a light fist bump."

Liu Qingshan quickly shouted from the audience, he is now equivalent to the coach.

"Okay, got it!"

The old man didn't fist bump with the opponent, but put his hands together in a traditional fist-holding ceremony, but he was wearing gloves, which looked a bit nondescript.

"Wow, Chinesesegongfu!"

The black girl just now shook her body vigorously and roared like a lioness.

Chinese Kung Fu is still somewhat influential in the United States because of the spread of Bruce Lee.

Seeing the audience shouting Kung Fu, Mike couldn't help but feel a little jealous. He jumped like a kangaroo, jabbing with his front hand and following with a heavy punch with his back hand, launching a combination of punches.

Lao Maoer also punched like lightning, and his fists met his opponent. His body had been tempered for many years, and he had formed a natural reaction. After putting on the opponent's gloves, he was ready to grab the opponent's wrist, and with a pull and a wipe, he could knock the opponent down directly with the steps of kneeing into the crotch.

As a result, when he stretched out his hand to grab, he found that he couldn't grab it at all with the gloves on. He was stunned for a moment and was hit by Mike's fist like a venomous snake.

There were two muffled bangs, and Lao Maoer was hit directly. He didn't know how to use his fists and arms to protect himself, so he was hit hard.

If he hadn't practiced martial arts since he was a child, he would have been knocked down directly after these two hits, especially the heavy punch at the end.

And after Mike succeeded, the combination of punches behind him came like a storm.

The old man finally reacted, and he moved his upper body back and forth and left and right in coordination with his footsteps. Every time, Mike's fist hit him, it brushed his cheek.

"My God, what a beautiful dodge, it's like seeing the butterfly dance of boxing champion Ali!"

Someone in the audience cheered loudly.

Mike threw 20 or 30 punches in a row, but each punch missed, and his physical strength was greatly consumed. He had to give up the plan to knock down his opponent.

"Boy, it's fun to fight, right? It's my turn now!"

The old man was also active now, and kicked Mike in the stomach, kicking him directly into a squat, causing a burst of exclamations from the audience.

"No, you are committing a foul, you are not allowed to kick, deduct points, deduct points!"

McCall quickly stood between the two players, shouting loudly.

Liu Qingshan also grinned: "Uncle, you can't use your feet. What did I tell you just now?"

Lao Maoer knocked his head with his boxing gloves: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it. I really didn't mean it."

Fortunately, he didn't forget Liu Qingshan's instructions just now, so he didn't use much force in this kick. Mike stood up and rubbed his stomach with a grin. It seemed that nothing happened.

Liu Qingshan had to apologize to him, mainly because he was not familiar with the rules. Mike also expressed his understanding.

In fact, he was already a little scared. If it were an ordinary person, he would have been knocked down by him with the combination of punches just now, but it turned out that all the punches were empty, proving that the opponent's reaction speed was far faster than his.

When the fight resumed, Mike attacked again, and his punches were fierce, but Lao Maoer was still so comfortable. Taking advantage of the opponent's unstable footsteps, he stepped on his feet, bullied him, and resisted sideways, directly resisting Mike in the air and about to throw him to the ground.

The audience around exclaimed. They had never seen such a boxing match: you fight yours, I fight mine, you fight boxing, I fight kung fu, how can this be played?

"Foul, foul!"

Before the referee could speak, Liu Qingshan yelled.

If he lost the match because of a foul, it would be too unfair. He only had the 500 US dollars left in his hand. After losing, he would not even have a chance to make up for it.

After hearing the shouting of his nephew, Lao Maoer could only put Mike, who was lifted up in the air, down angrily, and then bit the boxing gloves with his teeth, took them off and threw them on the ground:

"No more fighting, no more fighting, this one is not allowed to use, that one is not allowed to use, fighting is really too aggrieved, boring!"

Everyone also saw that if they were fighting, Mike would have been lying down by now. Chinese kung fu is really well-deserved.

However, within the rules of boxing, this person is obviously not adapted, so this is destined to be a match without a result.

Although Lao Maoer withdrew from the competition, he did not fail. The two girls just now came up to him enthusiastically and pestered him to learn "Chinese gongfu". However, looking at the wildness in their eyes, it was hard to tell where they could learn kung fu.

The other audiences felt a bit uneasy. Their interest had just been aroused, but they had not yet fully expressed it, and it was held back.

"How about I continue to fight?"

Liu Qingshan looked at the pile of money on the table and felt that he could not give up just like that.

Although he had not received professional boxing training, he had watched many boxing matches after all, and he knew the basic knowledge and rules.

When the audience heard this, they all got excited again and started cheering again, and Mike also agreed.

"Does the bet just now still count?"

Liu Qingshan asked again.

"Of course it is valid, and I want to add more bets!" McCall was quite cunning. Seeing that Liu Qingshan was young and not so strong, he took out a few hundred yuan and threw it on the table.

Others followed suit, and the stakes soon doubled to about four or five thousand yuan.

On the other side, Liu Qingshan still had a pitiful five hundred yuan, and the stakes were very unequal.

Even if those people won, at most they would just share the five hundred yuan, but it was just a game, who cares about that.

So the game started again, and there were no beauties holding signs, and the treatment was obviously reduced.

Liu Qingshan also raised his fists in a formal manner, one high and one low, protecting his head, and jumping lightly on his feet, which looked quite good.

But he was exposed as soon as he threw a punch, with no rules at all, and all the jabs, hooks, etc. were all out of place.

Mike was very methodical, and he became more and more comfortable as he fought. At the end of the first round, Liu Qingshan was hit in the face by at least a dozen punches.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and after being hit by a punch, he was able to dodge and release the force in time, so his face was still clean, without even a little redness or swelling.

It's just that his fist didn't effectively hit his opponent, so the score was already far behind.

There is no way, this is the limit of the rules. If he is asked to let go of his hands and feet and just rely on the iron mountain, it will be strange if Mike doesn't vomit blood.

The following rounds were basically the same. They agreed on a six-round match, and in the blink of an eye it was the last round.

Mike's offensive also began to slow down, and his physical strength was also consumed a lot. He thought that as long as he finished this round, he could win the victory, so his desire to attack was no longer so strong, and he switched to control.

The opportunity is here!

Liu Qingshan knew that his boxing skills were not good, so he was always on the defensive, wearing down his opponents.

Now I see that the speed and power of my opponent's punches have dropped in my eyes, and they immediately start to explode.

Although the punches were still completely unorganized, Mike couldn't resist and was beaten back. That is to say, there was no rope, otherwise he would have been beaten against the rope and unable to move. wAp.

The scene was reversed in an instant, and the audience loved watching this and started shouting crazily, cheering for both sides.

"What kind of punch is this?"

The black girl held the old man's arm and asked.

"Tortoise Fist!"

The old man also felt a little embarrassed. It was just a random fight, but it was just a bastard punch.

No matter what kind of punch, the one that can knock down the opponent is a good punch. Liu Qingshan's crazy punches finally made Mike unable to hold on. Liu Qingshan punched Mike hard on the chin. He rolled his eyes and lay down directly. land.

McCall raised Liu Qingshan's arm high and declared victory, and there were cheers and whistles all around.

Liu Qingshan also raised his arms and cheered for victory, then helped Mike up from the ground and hugged each other in greeting.

"Liu, I suggest you receive formal training. You will definitely become a great boxer in the future, as great a boxer as Ali!"

Mike was also convinced and said in admiration.

It doesn't take much, the opponent only needs two months of formal training, and beating him is just like playing.

Looking at the pile of banknotes on the table, Liu Qingshan was also filled with joy, but it seemed that he was still far away from the foreign debt of 15,000 yuan?

Liu Qingshan sat on the sofa, sorting out the banknotes one by one, making them a neat pile, and then he counted them happily.

He counts money, and of course he feels unhappy when others lose money.

But foreigners are good at this. They are willing to admit defeat and win with their own abilities. Apart from a few curses on their lips, they don't take it to heart.

This group of people, if you look at the current high-income people, they only have a small amount of money.

Just looking at the serious look on Liu Qingshan's face made me feel a little unhappy.

March, early spring.

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The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood.

The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate.

The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now.

Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them.

There, a figure was lying down.

This is a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes are torn and covered with dirt, and he has a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, occasionally observing its surroundings vigilantly.

It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog.

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