Hello, 1983

After everyone was sweating profusely, they entered the mode of eating, drinking, and chatting. Liu Qingshan had a lot of knowledge and quickly made these foreigners stunned for a while.

The topic quickly shifted to the hottest Olympics at the moment. A big black man grinned and started bragging, saying that if he went to the Olympics, he would definitely win a boxing gold medal.

Speaking of the rise, he even went down to the scene, waving his fists like a tiger, and it really looked like that.

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

A voice suddenly sounded.

Liu Qingshan turned his head to look, and almost screamed out: I saw a black girl slung on the left arm of the old hat's uncle, and a hot sea horse around the right arm, which instantly attracted the attention of the audience.

What's the situation?

Okay, that's a good suggestion, come on, let's have a showdown between men!

The black big man Mike, with a fierce look in his eyes, said eagerly.

That black girl, having an affair with him, this is the rhythm of cheating, of course I can't bear it.

The old hat is sincere, and said in his mouth: The boxing method you just used was basically a flower boxing and embroidering your legs.

Yangma, who has a great body, doesn't know if it was intentional or not. Anyway, he translated Lao Mao'er's words to add fuel to it.

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

The old hat is also a fool: What's the matter, you want to argue, right? Come on, it's the man's who is absolutely not cowardly!

Liu Qingshan frowned: Mccall, it won't cause any trouble, right?

It's okay, this is a private exchange, not diplomacy.

McCall is also in a posture of fearing that the world will not be chaotic. He is still standing next to a seedling, took out a bill from his pocket, and waved it and said, I bet Mike to win!

Foreigners are very gamblers. When they see a 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, it's almost thousands of dollars.

Here, there are foreign exchange rolls and US dollars.

Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up: It's okay, okay, okay, I'm still worrying about how to sew wool!

So he also took out the only five hundred dollars left on his body: I bet the old hat!

Liu, you have to think about it before you bet.

McCall also kindly reminded.

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

The height of the country and nation that has risen now, there were a few who didn't make a bet, and they immediately paid for it, and they all bet on Mike to win.

On the dance floor where they danced just now, the warring parties stood opposite each other, and a large group of people around, holding wine glasses, formed a large circle, booing, whistling, and it was very lively.

McCall temporarily stood up and acted as the referee. This guy raised his voice and made a long voice to introduce the players from both sides.

Taking advantage of this time, Liu Qingshan hurriedly dragged the old hat to the side: Uncle Master, this game is going to be won, but don't make a serious effort. If you kill people, our grandfather will have to enter the game.

The old hat nodded: You don't go to Sijiucheng to inquire about it, we have never given anyone to a fight.

After speaking, he collided two big fists and was about to charge up.

No, gloves.

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

Where did the old hat go to find that thing, and shook his head, Liu Qingshan remembered an important question:

Uncle Shi doesn't understand the rules of boxing. If he loses because of a foul, it will be a loss to grandma's house.

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

No feet are allowed, isn't that the equivalent of letting him have two feet?

The old hat was a little confused, but fortunately, instead of letting his hands and feet, he showed his iron elbows: If you don't need legs, you can only use this.

It's so dangling, Shishu, don't use elbows!

Liu Qingshan broke out in a cold sweat, just at this time, someone brought a pair of boxing gloves to Lao Mao'er and helped him put it on.

Dong Dong, the old hat banged his fists, shook his head and said, Wear this thing to fight, it's soft, and it's not a man at all!

After tossing for a while, the game finally started.

The foreigner just knows how to play. Just now, the hot Yangma held a piece of paper with the number 1 written on it, and went around the field to signal the start of the first round.

Accompanied by the sound of a gong on a drum set, McCall signaled the official start of the game.

Mike is tall and big, of course, the old hat is not bad in appearance, the two sides are really a heavyweight.

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

How can the old hat understand this, seeing the opponent's fist slowly stretched out, he is about to start a punch.

Uncle Shi, this is etiquette, give him a light fist bump.

Liu Qingshan hurriedly shouted off the court, he is now the equivalent of a coach.

Yes, I understand!

Lao Mao'er didn't punch the opponent, but put his hands together and gave a traditional clasping salute, but wearing gloves, it looked a bit nondescript.

Wow, Chinesegongfu!

The black girl just now, shaking her body vigorously, let out a lioness-like roar from her mouth.

Because of the spread of Bruce Lee, Chinese Kung Fu still has some influence in the United States.

Seeing that the audience was shouting kung fu, Mike couldn't help but feel a little bit appetizing, his body jumped like a kangaroo, jabbed and jabbed with his front hand, followed by a heavy punch with his back, and launched a combined punch attack.

Lao Mao'er also punched like electricity, and his fists went up. His body had been tempered for many years, and he had already formed a natural response. After putting on the opponent's glove, he was ready to grab the opponent's wrist and smear it with him. The pace can directly knock the opponent down.

As a result, when he reached out and grabbed it, he found that he was wearing gloves, and he couldn't grasp it at all. After a little stunned, he was hit by a fist like a letter from Mike's poisonous snake.

There were two muffled bangs, and the old hat was directly hit twice. He didn't know how to use his fists and arms to protect him, so he was hit hard.

If he hadn't practiced martial arts since he was a child, he would have been knocked down immediately after taking these two blows, especially the heavy punch at the back.

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

Only then did the old hat respond, and in line with the pace under his feet, his upper body swayed back and forth, left and right, and every time, Mike's fist rubbed his cheek and hit him.

My God, what a beautiful dodge that makes people seem to see Muhammad Ali's butterfly dance moves!

Some people in the audience cheered loudly.

Mike punched 20 or 30 times in a row, but the punches failed, and his physical strength was also exhausted. He had to give up his plan to knock down his opponent.

Boy, it's a great fight, isn't it, this time it's my turn!

The old hat is also active now, and it popped out and kicked Mike's stomach, directly kicking him into a big squat, causing the audience to exclaim.

No, you are fouling, you are not allowed to kick, and you will deduct points!

McCall hurriedly stood between the two contestants, shouting loudly.

Liu Qingshan also grinned: Uncle, you can't use your feet, how did you tell you just now!

The old hat tapped his head with his fist: I'm used to it, I'm used to it, I really didn't mean it.

Fortunately, he didn't forget all of Liu Qingshan's instructions just now, so he didn't exert much force on this kick. Mike stood up and rubbed his stomach with bared teeth. It looked like nothing was wrong.

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

In fact, he was already a little worried. The combination of punches just now was replaced by an ordinary person. He had already beaten him to the ground, but the result was all empty, which proved that the opponent's reaction speed far exceeded his.

When the battle resumed, Mike attacked again, punching and punching fiercely, but the old hat was still so good at it. Taking advantage of the opponent's unsteady footsteps, he undertook a guy, bullied him, turned sideways, and directly held Mike in the air. Fall on the ground.

The surrounding audience exclaimed for a while, they have never seen such a boxing match: you hit you, I hit me, you hit boxing, I use kung fu, how can this be played?

Foul, foul!

Before the referee could speak, Liu Qingshan shouted.

If he loses the game because of a foul, it would be too wrong. He only has the five hundred dollars left in his hand. After losing, he has no chance to even turn over the book.

When the old hat heard his nephew's shout, he could only angrily put down the microphone that was held in the air, then clenched the gloves with his teeth, took it off and threw it to the ground:

Don't fight, don't fight, this one is not allowed to be used, that one is also not allowed to be used, the fight is too suffocating and boring!

Everyone could see it too. If there was a fight, Mike would probably have been lying down by now. Chinese Kung Fu really lives up to its reputation.

However, within the rules of boxing, this person is obviously not suitable, so this is destined to be a resultless match.

Although Lao Mao'er withdrew from the competition, he did not fail. Just now, the two girls went up to meet him enthusiastically, pestering him to learn Chinesegongfu, but looking at the wave in their eyes, they might not know where to learn. Woolen cloth.

The other audience members felt a little bit stuck. Their interest had just been aroused, and before they could vent, they just held back.

Why don't I fight next?

Liu Qingshan looked at the pile of money like a hill on the table and felt that he couldn't just give up.

Although he has not undergone professional boxing training, after all, he has seen a lot of boxing matches, and he still knows the basic knowledge and rules.

As soon as the audience heard it, they were all excited again and started cheering again, and Mike agreed.

Then the bet just now, does it count?

Liu Qingshan asked again.

Of course it works, and I have to make an additional bet! McCall was a thief. Seeing that Liu Qingshan was young and not so strong, he took out a few hundred more and threw it on the table.

Others followed suit, and the bet was quickly doubled to four or five thousand dollars.

On the other side, it was Liu Qingshan's pitiful five hundred yuan, and the bet was very unequal.

Even if those people win, at most they will divide up the five hundred yuan, but to play, just have fun, who cares about that.

So the game restarted, and there were no beauties holding a sign, and the treatment dropped significantly.

Liu Qingshan also raised his fists in a decent manner, one high and one low, guarding in front of his head, and his feet were beating slightly, it looked like that.

However, as soon as he punched, he was exposed. There were no rules and no jabs and uppercuts. They were all nondescript.

Mike, on the other hand, kept a straight face, and the more he fought, the more comfortable he became. At the end of the first round, Liu Qingshan received at least a dozen punches in the face.

Fortunately, his reaction was quicker, and he was able to dodge and release his force in time after getting punched, so his face was still clean, not even a little red or swollen.

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

There is no way, this is the limitation of the rules, if he is told to let go of his hands and feet and rely directly on the iron mountain, it will be strange that Mike does not vomit blood.

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

Mike's offensive also began to slow down, and his physical strength was also very high. He thought that as long as he finished this round, he would be able to win the victory, so his offensive desire was no longer so strong, and he switched to control.

Here's your chance!

Liu Qingshan knows that his boxing skills are not good, so he has been on the defensive, consuming opponents.

Now seeing the opponent's punching speed and power drop in his eyes, he immediately started to explode.

Although the punches were still completely out of order, Mike couldn't resist, and was beaten to the ground, that is, there was no rope, otherwise he would have been beaten by the rope and could not move.

The scene reversed in an instant, and the audience liked to watch this, and began to cry wildly, cheering for both sides.

What kind of punch is this?

The black girl was holding the old hat's arm and asked.

Wang Baquan!

Lao Mao'er also felt a little embarrassed.

No matter what kind of punch, the one that can knock down the opponent is a good punch. Liu Qingshan threw the punches in a mess, and finally beat Mike to the point where he was hit on the chin with a heavy punch by Liu Qingshan. land.

McCall raised Liu Qingshan's arm high and declared victory, and the cheers and whistles around him resounded.

Liu Qingshan also raised his arms and cheered the victory, then lifted Mike from the ground and hugged and greeted each other.

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

Mike was also beaten and said with admiration.

Not much, as long as the opponent receives two months of formal training, hitting him is like playing.

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

Sitting on the sofa, Liu Qingshan sorted out the banknotes one by one into a neat stack, and then he counted them happily.

He counts the money, others lose money, of course he is upset.

But foreigners are good at this. They are willing to admit defeat. If they win by their ability, they don't pay much attention to them except cursing.

The group of them, put it in the moment, is a proper high-income group, this is all small money.

Just looking at Liu Qingshan's sullen face, he was really unhappy.