Chapter 48: Opportunity to Get Rich Overnight After listening to this, Du Sheng was speechless and felt both amused and Yaowei was indeed asking for help. But the situation is somewhat special. It is not the kind of problem caused by being robbed, mugged or oppressed. Instead, he was dragged over there to fight boxing! Yunfu is located on the border with Myanmar. The people of both sides are of the same ancestry, speak the same language, and have frequent exchanges. Licheng is not far from the Myanmar border port, about 200 kilometers away, and usually many Burmese people come here to do business. Of course, given that Myanmar is a bit chaotic, some capable bigwigs have come here to start alternative businesses. Bar boxing is one of them. The public security today is not as peaceful as it will be in ten years, and some thefts and frauds can still be seen in railway stations and passenger stations. There are now countless bar boxing matches in coastal and border areas. As long as the fees are paid, the police don't bother to intervene. For example, here, we are still cooperating as a family. After Ma Yaowei recovered from his injury, he couldn't sit still again. Tonight, he was lured by a big boss from Hong Kong to go on stage as a representative to compete with others.
I don’t know if it was because his level was slightly inferior or his opponent was too strong, but he was defeated in three rounds. The big boss didn't look upset because he lost hundreds of thousands of dollars. The reason he looked gloomy was that he was ridiculed by the dealer. At this moment, Ma Yaowei didn't dare to leave at all. Because before he went on stage, he patted his chest and promised that he would win... Moreover, the big boss is a risk-taker. If he doesn't solve this problem, he might break a bone tomorrow. As a last resort, he could only ask for help. After searching around, he didn't find any qualified expert. When Won Bin found out about this, he scolded him and told him to go back to Hong Kong. Ma Yaowei was also scared, but at this critical moment, he couldn't just leave if he wanted to. Just as they were in despair, Yuan Bin's apprentice finally said hesitantly, "Du Sheng's part has been completed today..." Most of the time, it was Won Bin who spoke up. He couldn't afford such a large sum of money as compensation, but he couldn't just leave his old friend's son alone. I can only ask Du Sheng to take a look, even if I owe him a favor. Du Sheng knew this very well. The reason why he agreed to go and take a look, in addition to his close connections with Hong Kong people such as Yuan Bin and Ju Jueliang, was actually because he had some little thoughts. Because "Snow Goddess Dragon" still lacks investment! He knew that the show would be a hit and this was a chance to get rich overnight. It would have been fine if I didn't have the ability before, but now that I have encountered the opportunity, there is no reason to remain indifferent. As for other questions. There are security checks at all times, and equipment cannot be brought in. Zhen Zidan and Shao Bin both wore casual clothes to see it, so who cares about a nobody like you? …… Swan Street is located in the southwest of Licheng.
This used to be a local goose farm, which is why the street got its name. Although this place is usually quite prosperous thanks to a nearby bar street, it is particularly lively tonight. "Brother Sheng, the security here is a bit strict." Arriving at the Xingyao Bar and looking at the surging crowd, Wang Yaoyang felt a little nervous. Although he knew that Du Sheng had practiced boxing for several years, he had no idea how capable he was. And I’m about to join a group, what should I do if something goes wrong? Du Sheng was relaxed and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I won't act rashly. Let's see what happens first." If he didn't have the confidence, he wouldn't have come at all. Who cares whether you are kind or not. The two walked in and found a checkpoint in the basement ahead. For security reasons, both boxers and spectators must be checked before entering, and even mobile phones and cameras are not allowed. The younger brother sent by the big boss Zheng Zetao had been waiting there for a long time, showing the letter and leading them in. When I pushed open the glass door of the underground hall, a huge wave of sound accompanied by heat and the smell of alcohol hit me in the face. "Shabi, hit him on the head!" "Fuck you, how dare such an idiot come on stage to challenge?" "Sang Biao, stop playing! Hurry up and end it..." Although the boxing ring is located in the basement of the Xingyao Bar, its specifications are still quite high-end. The entire venue is at least three hundred square meters, with bright neon lights. Except for the main beam, all the other parts were opened up, and a large slanted grandstand was set up around the boxing ring in the middle, which was more than enough for two or three hundred people to gather together to place bets and watch the fights. When Du Sheng and his two companions entered the venue, a fierce boxing match was in full swing on the ring. The two burly boxers faced each other like two mountains, wrestling fiercely at the fence. Every collision between them caused the fence to vibrate continuously, as if the entire boxing ring was shaking. A rough estimate is that there are about 200 people in the audience, and their emotions have become even more excited under the influence of alcohol. Whenever a boxer showed even a brief moment of retreat or defense, they would boo, jeer, and even curse mercilessly. These sounds combined into a huge wave of sound, constantly impacting the boxers' nerves and intensifying the tense and fanatical atmosphere on the scene. "Ah Sheng! This way——" Ma Yaowei, who was looking around anxiously, was surprised and stepped forward when he saw this. Du Sheng saw that his cheeks were red and his shoulders were also red, and raised his eyebrows: "You were beaten down in less than three rounds?" It shouldn't be like that.
During their last sparring session, although Ma Yaowei failed to block a few of his moves, his basic skills were very good, and it was not an exaggeration to call him a professional boxer. Ma Yaowei said awkwardly, pointing to the first row on the right: "Thank you, Ah Sheng. I'll remember this favor. I'll introduce you to the big boss!" It was so embarrassing that he was too embarrassed to mention it. However, he knew that Du Sheng lacked money for investment, so it was still okay to give him a generous gift. "Are you the martial arts master that Ah Wei mentioned?" Zheng Zetao, dressed in a suit and tie, was about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old, and was drinking with a hot woman in cool clothes. Seeing Ma Yaowei coming back with his men, he looked up and glanced at Du Sheng. He has a straight posture, a powerful aura, and sharp eyes, but he is a little thin. The fiery woman in his arms curled her lips and said: "It looks pretty, but I hope it's not just for show." Just now they had lost more than 600,000 yuan in succession and were almost being slaughtered. Zheng Zetao had seen real traditional martial arts masters in the Minshan area. Although they were not strong in build, he did not doubt anything. Whether you can fight or not will be known once you get on stage. "Brother Tao, you can rest assured!" In order to earn some money by cooperating with Du Sheng, Ma Yaowei said earnestly: "Ah Sheng is definitely a good fighter. He knocked me down with just a few moves last time!" Zheng Zetao did not comment and pointed to a seat nearby: "Sit down first and wait for them to finish fighting." Ma Yaowei took the opportunity to introduce Du Sheng: "Did you see that shirtless man with a flat head? He is the one who -" Du Sheng looked up and sizing up the two boxers on the ring. Both of them are of Chinese descent and weigh nearly 80 kilograms, which makes them considered light heavyweights in the fighting circle. One of them was a tall, sturdy man with a dark body, bare upper body, and wearing combat pants. He had a flat head and looked like an African strongman. The one who defeated Ma Yaowei was him, Sang Biao! According to Ma Yaowei, this man escaped from Myanmar. He came from a black boxing background and was brutal, ruthless, arrogant and conceited. He once had a record of defeating twelve people in a row while defending his ring. Last year, he killed the wife of a local arms trafficker while drunk and had to flee. Du Sheng's eyes fell on Sang Biao's hands. The fists had been almost flattened, and the bulges on the joints were no longer visible. Only a thick layer of calluses covered the fists. He has a strong body, with thumping chest muscles and biceps as thick as his calves. Just standing there gives people a sense of oppression. (End of this chapter)