Chapter 22: Start reading

Wei Qian didn't want to make his family sad and miserable because of himself, so although he still remembered this, he still went to work every day as usual. He followed Le Xiaodong in the past few years. Over time, this gave birth to a young city government.
But some people just didn't let him stop.
First and foremost is Wei Zhiyuan. What a good child Wei Zhiyuan was. He is not a mischievous man, and obedient and looks at people's faces, but he has now become a broken-billed duck alive. He asks him stunfully every morning. Once, Wei Qian was annoyed.
Second is Granny Song. Granny Song does not need to change. She is a broken mouth of the Che language. One person can top 500 ducks. Wei Zhiyuan's is weaker than her. Wei Qian was scared of her. One day he went home and pushed the door. Old Song happened to come out of the kitchen and saw him. He walked and opened his mouth. Wei Qian seemed to see a terrible blood. Basin mouth, without a word, turned around and walked outside the door ...
Of course, in fact, the old lady just wanted to sneeze.
I still have three fat.
Twenty-three fat is so peerless and peerless that one day while he was away, he dipped in red paint with a brush and brushed out a line of letters at his door—reading for the rise of China.
That miserable corridor, that red character ...
The old lady who got up against the door got up early, and went out to bend at four o'clock in the morning. Before the day was dawning, she was shocked by this. She stayed at the door for three seconds, screamed briefly, and slammed her pants and ran away. Back to my house ... I almost didn't urinate my pants.
这种 Under such ambush conditions, Wei Qian found the only trace of tranquility from Song Xiaobao.
Song Xiaobao privately said to him seriously, "Brother, if you don't want to go, don't go."
诧 Wei Qian looked up at her in surprise.
Song Xiaobao held a piece of watermelon and said sincerely, "Do you not want to go to school?"
Wei Qian hesitated, and nodded against his will.
Song Xiaobao shook his head and sighed with a sigh, pretending to say, "Well, there is no way, I understand your difficulties."
Wei Qian was taken aback. She said that she was so sensible before she knew it, and she was a little bit attentive, so she asked, "What do you ... know?"
Song Xiaobao sighed, spit the watermelon seeds into the ashtray accurately, and said with sympathy, "I'll tell you the truth, I don't want to go to school."
Wei Weiqian: "..."
Yan Song Xiaobao was ordered to copy the longest text in the language twice that night.
But it ’s amazing to say that sometimes there is such a coincidence. When a person is obsessed with something, there are really some turning points-although it may not be a good turning point.
Wei Qian changed his work clothes this day and pushed his bike to just go up. Suddenly, a man stopped him.
The man was wearing expensive clothes, dog-like, and wearing a pair of sunglasses. Wei Qian didn't know him, but he had a familiar atmosphere.
Wei Qian had a hunch in his mind, and sure enough, the man saw him and strode towards him.
Wei Qian had already washed his hands in the golden basin, did n’t want to bother, and wanted to leave when he got on the car, but the man lifted his hand to grab his handlebar, reached out and stepped on the wheel: "This is Brother Wei, I want to talk to you A few words. "
Wei Qian squeezed his hand on the handlebar and squeezed his muscles. He lowered his voice and warned, "Release your hand."
When the man took off his sunglasses, he saw that his nose was a little crooked, there was a scar on his eyelids, his eyes were bigger and smaller, and his face was vicious and cunning. He pulled out a business card from his pocket and shook it in front of Wei Qian: "Hu Siye, His elder brother Wei should always remember? "
For the first time, Wei Qian singled out a bunch of seekers, and the time he became famous, there was indeed a man who claimed to be Hu Siye, who had given him a business card, which was soliciting. Hu Siye was happy. Brother Wei ’s VIP guest, although rejected at the time, he was very impressed by this, because he looked strangely at people, just like in his eyes, people are not people, they are pigs who can be brought to the market for sale. Horse cattle sheep.
Later, Wei Qian heard people mention that the old man named Hu Siye was a yellow gambling poison and rain dew. He was badly decathlon. He has three or four famous underground black boxing stadiums. Fighters and athletes especially like Wei Qian's fighting spirit.
Wei Qian jumped his eyelids at that time, knowing that this person could not offend, so he stepped on the ground to stop the car, and politely asked, "What's your name, Brother?"
The Sunglasses man saw him on the road, and was very satisfied. He rubbed his hands and released his bicycle: "Don't dare to be, my name is Zhao Lao Jiu. You can call me Lao Jiu."
Wei Qian smiled: "Oh, it's Jiu Ji, Ye Si Hu doesn't come often. Maybe I don't know, happy ..."
老 Zhao Laojiu said, "Le Xiaodong is dead. It's been half a year. I already knew it."
Wei Qian lowered his eyes and paused: "Yes, so I'm not doing it anymore. Actually, Hu Siye and Jiu Ge deserve me. I shouldn't push three or four, but you can see. It's not open, it's really ... "
Zhao Laojiu rolled his eyes and nodded his head and said, "Well, I understand that everyone has difficulties. Is Siye Hu so unreasonable? This is mainly the case now. His old man opened a new" point ". "Zhangzi" hasn't been warming up, and there is a special shortage of people to warm up. It is urgent to find a few powerful supporters. Although it is delaying you to work, you must rest assured in terms of price. Hu Siye definitely does not treat himself. "
Wei Qian followed Le Xiaodong on many occasions, and he knew a lot of things-he heard it. Zhao Laojiu meant that Hu Siye had newly set up a black boxing arena and wanted him to go. Warm up.
The black boxing market in Guangdong and Guangxi has a long history. There are huge profits in exchange for life. Some underground boxers will have real masters. In the mid-1990s, these people will be able to get tens of thousands of dollars in one game. Fish and prawns range in the thousands.
Wei Qian smiled with a ridicule: "Nine brother, don't tease me. I do n’t know how many pounds I have? Real boxing masters can crush me with one finger. It does n’t matter if I live or die. Give Hu It is not good for Siye to shame you. "
Wei Qian knows that if he agrees, he will definitely be Zhao Laojiu's person. Zhao Laojiu will be looking for someone for Hu Siye. There must be a benefit in the middle. If the person who finds loses, he has a share. These things Wei Qian have in mind.
"You're not right, that's not the case," Zhao Laojiu waved his hand. "The real master is not Chinese cabbage, which is so easy to find? What do you think of the Fourth Master Hu, he sees you, and you don't have to be arrogant ... ... "
Speaking of this, Jiujiu suddenly looked around and lowered his voice to Wei Qian and said, "Finally, Jiujiu tells you the truth. In the boxing arena, in fact, you are generally good. You can earn a few games for 88,000 yuan. It ’s easy to get the money, nothing. It ’s really bad to a certain extent. The top boxers ca n’t get up and down the advanced platform. There will always be more powerful. In the end, it will be dead. "
Wei Qian jumped at the corner.
"I'm not telling you anything," Zhao Laojiu looked at him, lowering his voice even lower. "Hu Siye sent us out, and I have also found many people. Like you, the admission price is Two thousand, if there are bonuses and commissions after that, it depends on your personal performance. Those people ... the ones who are the most powerful, can't beat the entry of 30,000 to 50,000, that is the price of life, you just want to play with others. I ca n’t play that level, do you understand? "
Wei Qian was silent, and Zhao Laojiu's words were indeed credible.
"Well, brother, I just told you a general market and did not scare you. This time, we are not the same as the general market. Our task is to warm up the field, that is, to heat up the new boxing field, which is equal to the opening rewards. You Understand? It ’s just a tidbit, the risk is very small, and it ’s not fatal.
Zhao Laojiu patted his shoulder affectionately and shoved him a train ticket:
The ticket for next Monday with my phone written on the back Number, if you are willing, just go find me over there, if you do n’t want to, even if I do n’t want to, I ’ll ask my brother for a little help.
Wei Qian took this train ticket and lay in bed for a night without closing his eyes.
Zhao Lao Jiu was almost dozing off, and someone gave him a pillow.
Wei Qian once thought, if he goes back to school, how can he maintain his family? Zhao Laojiu gave him the answer, the admission fee was two thousand, not much, as long as he can support two or three games, there will be five or six thousand dollars.
Five thousand or six thousand is nothing, but the money was not a small amount in ordinary people's house at that time. There was a penny like an old lady who spent eight cents on the house. Wei Qian believed that she was a householder with her diligence and thrift. There is no problem in living comfortably with this money for a whole year.
But ...
Saving money is hard to make, and is hard to eat. Everyone knows this. There is no pie falling in the sky. Wei Qian clearly understands that what Zhao Laojiou said is "open business rewards" and "trivia".
Why did you just find him? There are so many fights that are so far from the south to the north.
Wei Qian thought for a while and thought that it was probably Le Xiaodong's death that Hu Siye found him thousands of miles away. What he wanted was his rootlessness.
There was a pool of water in front of him, crystal clear, and gold at the bottom was visible to the naked eye, but Wei Qian did n’t know. He plunged into it and jumped deep into the water. He did n’t know how deep he jumped. Can't come up again.
Before the death of Ramie, she also made a lot of money.
Wei Qian rolled over, lying for a long time, his muscles began to sore. He got up lightly, trying not to wake up Wei Zhiyuan as much as possible-it was too hot, the child was sweating in his head, and it was so rare to sleep.
Wei Qian walked downstairs, and circled around the old zizilou in the shantytown, trying to pull out a little Zen like a donkey.
Wei Qian thinks that this is because he is too greedy, the burden is still heavy, but he wants to let them all live a relatively relaxed and good life.
He always thinks that his mother can pull him up, isn't he better than a chicken? How could he let Xiaobao Xiaoyuan live their childhood?
But these were not enough, he even expected to go to school.
谦 Wei Qian was in the morning light, facing the dew that just fell down, and tortured his heart like a big demon who robbed and crossed his heart.
He said to himself fiercely, what's the use of going to school? Can I be admitted to college by entering high school? Will I be able to finish my studies at university? Can I find a good job after reading it? Even if he finds a good job, can he make up for the six or seven years he spent from high school to college?
Wu Weiqian enumerated in his heart all the reasons he could think of, which were not worth going to school.
At this moment, he saw the owner of the stand downstairs yawning and opened.
Wei Qian kicked a small stone and said to himself: Last school, why don't you want to go to heaven?
He bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the stand, and officially announced that he had completely failed after half a year of quitting smoking.
Wei Qian squatted by the side of the road and smoked the cigarette, and then he made a very different decision than he had just thought—isn't it Guangdong? go with!