Goddaughter CEO fishes for Qin Xun and Xia Ning

Ten ten p.m.

The boxing club staff began to remind customers that the business was about to close so that they could go downstairs to find a good spot to wait for Taylor.

Many people went down early.

At this time, there were so many people under the building that the streets were crowded and even the police were alarmed to maintain order.

The remaining guests also went to shower, change clothes and leave.

Ten twenty.

The manager, with a stern face and a pair of sharp eyes, began to patrol the venue.

Generally, he does not participate in such basic work matters and leaves them to others.

However, Taylor has been practicing boxing here these days, so he dare not neglect it.

Be sure to give Taylor the best experience.

In the past few days, he has added a few more people to the evening shift, and they are actively putting away utensils and scrubbing the floor.

suddenly.

He saw a man and a woman sitting in the lounge area, both wearing masks.

The manager trotted over, smiled politely, and spoke in a low voice.

"Mr. Qin, Ms. Xia, our business hours are about to end. Do you have any other needs?"

At ten o'clock, as soon as Qin Xun and his companion entered the club, he received a message from the beautiful receptionist and rushed out to take a look.

Seeing that Qin Xun and Xia Ning were both wearing masks, and knowing that they didn't want to be disturbed, he didn't go over to ask.

As the manager of one of the best boxing clubs in Beijing, he has some sense.

However, he was surprised that Qin Xun didn't practice boxing, but just sat in the rest area playing with his mobile phone without even drinking a sip of water.

When Qin Xun heard this, he knew that the manager was kicking people out, and said.

"I'm now a distinguished gold member, and I've already applied for the card. It's not good for me to leave without playing at all!"

"This is not the way to treat guests."

The manager looked embarrassed.

"But we're closing soon."

Qin Xun: "Isn't this not proofed yet?"

The manager's expression became even more difficult.

"I'm so sorry, but Mr. Taro is coming soon, so we've been clearing the place a little earlier than before these few days."

"so……"

Qin Xun was not wearing a watch. He grabbed Xia Ning's wrist, looked at the time on her watch, and said.

"It's 10:22 now. I'll just play for five minutes. It won't affect your reception of Ultraman Taro."

The manager was anxious.

"Mr. Qin, but Taro and the others are coming up soon."

Qin Xun couldn't stand such a polite manager.

He was embarrassed to point a gun at a good guy, and he hoped to meet an unruly person so that he could grab his balls and make him get out of the way.

Qin Xun stood up, clasped his hands together and gave a martial arts salute to the anxious manager.

The manager was shocked when he saw Qin Xun clasping his fists to him.

This underworld courtesy obviously doesn’t mean “hello”, it seems to be saying... “excuse me”?

He wants to hit me?

The manager thought of Qin Xun beating up Kato Daiki fiercely, his face changed slightly, he took a step back and said.

"Mr. Qin...Mr. Qin, what are you doing?"

Qin Xun turned his head away and smiled shyly, without saying anything, he turned and walked towards a row of hanging sandbags.

The manager looked at his back and frowned, not knowing what he was up to.

Five minutes of sandbag time?

Didn’t change clothes and didn’t wear gloves?

Not very professional!

How does this work?

The manager saw Qin Xun walk to a sandbag, circle left three times, right three times, twist his neck and butt, and suddenly punched the sandbag.

There was only a loud bang, echoing throughout the club.

The manager was startled.

He had never heard such a loud noise in the boxing gym. He didn't know if it was because there were too many people and it was noisy, or because Qin Xun was so strong.

But with so much force, won’t I hurt my hands?

Qin Xun was not wearing boxing gloves.

The manager walked quickly towards Qin Xun with a smile on his face, praising him as if he was coaxing a child, and then begged this plague god to leave quickly.

As a result... he saw Qin Xun shook his right hand, turned around and said to him.

"Manager, I was unlucky this time. I ended up hitting a rotten sandbag."

"This time doesn't count. I want to play another one."

After saying that, Qin Xun moved to another sandbag, revealing the wobbly sandbag in front of him.

The manager noticed something was wrong with the sandbag at first glance. After taking a closer look, he discovered that there was a dent on the top of the sandbag, and... the skin was broken?

His mind was confused for a moment, then he opened his eyes and looked carefully, his heart was shocked.

What the hell!

Is this sandbag broken?

Was it broken by his punch?

Impossible, impossible!

The club purchases high-quality sandbags, with upper leather on the outside and nylon cloth on the inside. The fillings are shredded cowhide, sawdust, grains, etc. There is also a buffer layer made of plastic foam in between.

This sandbag is very sturdy, how could it break so easily?

Just as the manager was shocked, he heard another loud "bang". He came to his senses and looked at Qin Xun.

Qin Xun turned his head, frowned, and said.

"Manager, did you take kickbacks during purchases?"

"They just picked some low-quality sandbags, and they broke every time they were hit!"

The manager walked quickly forward to Qin Xun's side, looked at the sandbag dangling in front of him, and found that it was the same as the previous one.

There was a hole!

The filling inside is exposed!

The manager's pupils dilated, and he looked at Qin Xun as if he were a ghost, swallowing and saying.

"Mr. Qin, I...our club has a great reputation in Beijing, otherwise Mr. Taylor would not have chosen our club."

"So this... this..."

He became more and more incoherent.

"You didn't break it, did you?"

Qin Xun said dissatisfiedly.

"If it wasn't me who broke it, how could it be you who broke it?"

The manager's face changed drastically and he spoke in a trembling voice.

"That's not what I meant. I meant... are you a bad fighter?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Qin Xun's face fall, and he knew that he had said the wrong thing and meant to mock others.

He quickly walked to a intact sandbag nearby, hugged it, put his face close to it, opened his eyes wide, checked it up and down, and said.

"Mr. Qin, there must be no problem with this sandbag. This is the most expensive sandbag in our club. Would you like to play with it for five minutes?"

The manager saw Qin Xun walking towards him with his wrist twisted. After a closer look, he found that Qin Xun did not have a blade in his hand to do anything wrong. He quickly retreated two meters away, but felt unsafe, so he quietly took two steps back.

Qin Xun raised his fist and with a "bang", he exploded another sandbag.

The manager was stunned and his mind went blank.

Qin Xun took off his mask, spat, then put it back on and shouted loudly.

"damn it!"

"Manager, what do you mean?"

"You picked the most expensive sandbag and asked me to smash it. Are you trying to scam me?"

“Is this a shady shop?”

He put his hands on his hips and cursed loudly.

"I tell you, I won't pay!"

"If you want compensation, ask your mother to pay it!"

The manager came to his senses, looked miserable and almost cried.

Touch porcelain?

Who is trying to scam me?

Did I see a ghost today?