Chapter 541: The organizer is too talented

I gave Huo Zhenbang a birthday present to Xiao Qin, the iron box, and after I put it home, I held two tickets for the underground boxing match and felt a little restless.
This thing is definitely illegal. Since it is called the "underground" boxing match, it is definitely not the normal fighting rules. I am afraid that when the players play against each other, they will fight each other to death. It is the kind that Pentax has participated in. "Death fight".
China is really advancing with the times. I thought that this kind of ancient Roman fighting ground is only the capitalist countries like the United States and Russia, or the Thais with the Thai boxing tradition. I did not expect to be in the land of China. After the karaoke bars, bars, and casinos, it became a way for the rich to release pressure.
Although I know from the bottom of my heart, these underground boxing games, which are like human beings, are totally incompatible with universal values. But when I saw the sandbags hanging from my bedroom, I couldn’t help but feel the urge to hit the sandbags quickly. Straight punch.
The sound of "砰, 砰" was uploaded from the rough sandbags, as if it were on the ancient Roman fighting ground, before the battle began.
Unrestricted fighting without rules really makes me very curious, I really want to see it for myself.
This is the birth of the powerful fight in the peninsula, and finally have the opportunity to observe, if I just dare not go because this thing is illegal, it is too manly.
Once I made up my mind, my heart couldn't itch. Although Huo Zhenbang told me that the underground boxing match will be held in Dongshan for a week, but holding the tickets in hand, it is like a sound teenager who just downloaded the A film, and has no patience to wait until the weekend. Enjoy the same.
I want to go today, anyway, Xiao Qin’s birthday is tomorrow’s business.
The second ticket is very easy to decide.
Of course, Peng Peisisi was invited. The undefeated strongman in the former underground boxing competition, the legendary figure known as "Black Death", has him explained to me next to it, which definitely allows me to learn more practical skills.
When I thought of it, I called Peng Peisisi and was catching up with Amy. There was ample staff. She generously
borrowed
Peng Peisi to me and even sent her special car.
After the sky was getting darker, I was sitting in a luxury bat car, escorted by Pentax, and went outside an idle warehouse in the suburbs, watching the various vehicles parked around, creating a strong sense of unreality.
"Underground boxing... I didn't expect my heart to be a little missed."
Pentax looked at the night outside the car window and smiled bitterly.
"However, the organizers of Dongshan City are too unprofessional. How can the underground boxing match be able to issue physical tickets? In the United States, the game information is published in secret language through Facebook, and deleted immediately after ten seconds. of."
"This...may not be on Facebook in mainland China, they have to issue tickets." I guessed irresponsibly.
"Is there still Sina Weibo?" Peng Duos pointed out while extinguishing the engine.
In front of the Chinese pass by Pentax, I can't lift my head.
In this underground boxing competition held in Dongshan City, I don’t know which local snakes came out with the wind and the cottage. From the beginning to the end, there is a kind of cottage atmosphere. The invited audience is not like a rich and expensive person. There are a lot of drunkards and hooligans, and at most two nouveau riche.
This... Although the venue is remote, the facilities are rudimentary, and the average quality of the audience is not high, but there will always be a high-handed staff, not to say that the most difficult environment will create the greatest warrior, it should be like this.
At the entrance of the warehouse, the person responsible for the ticket inspection was a man with two miscellaneous soldiers. Peng Peisi went to the front and made the faces of the two people white.
"Is there a ticket?" the soldier said in a stammering way.
My fox slammed up from behind Pentax and handed over two tickets.
When the soldiers picked up the ticket, they stumbled and almost dropped the ticket on the ground.
"Go in, go in."
The torn-out tickets are thrown on the ground, and you are undercover in the Public Security Bureau. You are afraid that the police can't find us.

It’s too unprofessional, too unprofessional...

Pentis shook his head. When I first told him that he had two tickets for the underground boxing match, he was amazed that some people dared to print the address of the game on the ticket, although it was a watermark address that could be seen through the sun. Also made him feel particularly unreliable.
After entering the interior of the warehouse, I took a breath.
It’s so simple, so simple and sturdy. It’s so sturdy in the middle of the warehouse, plug in a few columns, and then wrap around the ropes, reminding me of the plasticine art work in my fourth grade.
The auditorium is also very cold, and it is a folding chair that is wholesaled from Taobao. It is placed in four directions, and it is uncomfortable to sit up. I feel that I have to varicose my muscles and strain my muscles, not to mention other people.
Please also have a limit on the cottage. This feeling is that after someone else used the spaceship to land on the moon, we tied four kicks to the legs of the stool, and we also wanted to travel in space.
Because Pentis was with me, the organizer mistakenly thought that he was my bodyguard, so we were invited to sit on the VIP table.
In fact, if they don't say it, I really can't tell the difference between the west side and the VIP seat. In my opinion, it is the difference between a chair of 16 dollars and a chair of 12 dollars.
However, there will always be high-handed players. They all say that the mountains are hiding in the mountains, and the city is squatting. Although the audience and the audience are very broken, there are always fighting masters. To be confident, Zhuge Liang and Zhao Benshan are not all from Is the village excavated?
I sat in the first row of the VIP seat with Pentax. On the right side of us was a clerk with a tie and a tie. There were not a few hairs on his head. He looked decadent. Before he came here, he seemed to drink no. Less wine.
"Hey, it’s too young to gamble." The salesman’s uncle said across the neck and looked at me.
"Gambling." I don't understand.
"Underground boxing often has audiences betting on winning and losing, which is also one of the important income." Pentax explained.
When he heard that Pentos spoke Chinese, the salesman was shocked.
"I am going, this black brother Chinese is so skilled."
"There is a prize." Peng Ruisi said modestly, "I will only say, I will not write."
"That is also very great, yes, if you need housing resources, you can come to the chain home to find me. Everyone calls me ‘old’ Mao’, this is my business card...

Strong professionalism, do you know that underground boxing is an illegal activity, the ratio of good people in this warehouse is very low, maybe there is the undercover of the police, you just handed the business card so casually.
In contrast, Pentax is much cautious. He introduced himself: "My name is Peng Peng, and I am the bodyguard of my family."
Then I pointed out to me, "This is my family's young master, called ... Lin Ye, we don't plan to bet, just to watch the fun."
Looked at the magnificent physique of Pentis, and my murderous face, there was a moment of jealousy in the old eye, but in the blink of an eye, the alcohol was on the head and opened the voice.
"Hey, hey, Lin Shaoye, and Mr. Peng, it sounds like you are black people."
Pentis nodded: "Over the prize."
I have been honored by your sister, acknowledging it.
There is no undercover policeman nearby. I just came to watch the unrestricted fighting technique. I don’t want to be treated as a black gangster to catch the soap.
The old `hairs hit a wine cellar, slack facial muscles, full of strange smiles caused by alcoholism.
"Black people" ... black people do not matter, the triad is also a person, but also a house, buy a house is not, if you need to find me, where the world does not meet ... oh."
"Old Mr. Mao, are you looking at the game for the first time?" Pentos told the old man.
"Don't, don't call me Mr., the customer is God, call me old Mao." The old Mao continued to drunk and mad, "The ticket is... the book stalls are sold to me, he said it is more fun than the black lottery. ... I have to gamble today."
I wiped it out. The ticket for the underground boxing match is the same as the game card. It can be bought at the book stall... How big is the organizer's courage, or how much he doesn't have common sense.
But even if the organizer SB, there should be a high-handed player, everyone is looking at this, if there is no master competition, everyone will not bet on bets, it should be like this.
The old `Mao next to "呜呜呜..." suddenly cried again.
"The little king, actually took my old..."
Have you snatched your wife? You are because your wife ran with people, and then came to the underground boxing match to gamble and vent, and a hard-working clerk.
I didn't expect the old Mao to continue to say: "... actually took my old customer, and the list of 2 million was also snatched away. Xiao Wang, you have a son who has no farts."
The result is the internal competition of the salesman. It is the old customer who was snatched away. It is not that the wife was taken away. It should be thankful.
At this time, some people came to sell drinks and snacks, and sold the same as the train. Peng Duisi and I took a can of tomato juice, and a pot of super pot was 20 yuan.
"Selling tomato juice at the underground boxing match of sweat and sweat, I really don't understand what the organizers think." I spit.
If it isn't for Pentax, I strongly recommend the active enzymes in the tomato juice that can strengthen the muscles. I won't drink this stuff.
"Not yet." Someone shouted in the seat on the east side.
At this time, as the film began, the lighting of the audience was closed. A chasing light hit the center of the ring like a lightning bolt. A host wearing a yellow striped suit and bow tie appeared on stage.
"Everyone, quiet, quiet, exciting game is about to begin."
I don't know why, I always think that the host is a bit of a comedian.
"Hey, this is not the time when the money boss is married, please take the ceremonies."
The old `Mao suddenly said.
What is the situation of Nima? Is it necessary to carry out the road of the cottage? The underground boxing competition is so serious, so cruel, actually ask a wedding ceremonies to act as the host, at least also a sports commentator to come to the bastard.
"You and I met in the red world, it is a fate, I hope to continue this fate, continue to watch our game."

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"Before you please first warm-up match for the first pair of players, and see if they are determined to be male and female, and they will be born early... No, it is a hundred years of good...not... In short, please applaud."
It’s good to start the game first, then it’s all about the wedding, who wants to listen to your old jokes.
Hey, music is ringing around. I didn’t get it wrong. It’s the theme song of Rocky 1. Because of the darkness, everyone’s eyes are concentrated on the platform, ignoring the simple facilities around, so that there is quite a atmosphere. Well.
The host waved his arm in the air. "First, I will introduce the man... No, it is a red player."
",, the nine-segment of the vacuum handkerchief from Japan, Mr. Ito."
The background music instantly became a "devil into the village", and a "Japanese" with a medium build and a mustache on his lips triumphantly stepped onto the stage.
"Europe and Europe," the sound of a slap in the face of the audience, in this aspect of the enemy, China is really in the forefront of the rogue.
"Hello everyone." Ito said to the audience in a very artificial "devil-style" Chinese. "Our karate in Japan is the world's number one, and I must be the last winner."
Too fake, before you pretend to be a Japanese, first change your Shandong accent.
In the audience's laughter, the host began to introduce the blue party player. He didn't give it to the "woman" this time, otherwise the two could be sent to the brigade.
"The blue party player is the black belt of the nine sections of Taekwondo from South Korea, Mr. Li Yongji."
This is even more fake. The underwear thief Xu Shaoguan, his father Xu Jinsheng is the black belt eight paragraphs. I heard that there are only three black belt and nine paragraph masters in the world, all of them are Koreans, and all are 7 or 80 years old. This is the man who seems to be less than 40, who is on the stage.
In addition, when "Korean" Li Yongji came on the stage, the music became the theme song of "Da Jang Geum", and it was with the lyrics version, specifically like this:
"Wu Dalang Wu Dalang ~~~~挨猪打~~~~~~挨打打~~挨打了~~~挨猪打了~~~~~

I want to shoot you in the tomato juice. Is this the underground boxing match between blood and fire in my mind? I am looking for two fake foreigners to entertain the public. This is not a local often held in a rural area. Dance performance is a level.
The music of "Da Jang Geum" was finally stopped, Wu Dalang finally did not need to fight the pig, and the fake Korean Li Yongji took the microphone and announced to the field:
"Our Korean Taekwondo is the strongest Smecta, and both Confucius and are Koreans. The universe is Smecta created by our Koreans."
I sat with Pentos straight and vomiting blood.