Chapter 2 Opportunities? Risks!

As a result, less than ten seconds later, the phone rang again, followed immediately by Fatty Liang’s furious wailing:

"Okay, okay, 50,000 yuan in advance is 50,000 yuan in advance, but it has to be paid tomorrow. Why do I have so much money with me when I have nothing to do?"

Du Yuqi said with a smile:

"It doesn't matter, I also support Alipay, UnionPay, and WeChat transfers."

Fatty Liang cursed a lot on the other side of the phone, and then said:

"You still have your Alipay account, come to the martial arts studio within half an hour!"

The last sentence was really yelled into the phone hoarsely. After yelling, he probably smashed the phone directly. Du Yuqi said happily:

"Okay, boss."

Ten minutes later, he found that his Alipay account had received 50,000 yuan, so he undoubtedly smiled even more happily.

***

Du Yuqi went to special training for two or three hours that day. In fact, for him, no matter who he faced on the earth, his strength was simply crushing. The key was that if he went to the ring to make sandbags before, he would just hold his head and hold up the protective gear and get beaten. Okay, now I have to understand some rules. In the end, I figured everything out in an hour or two. Then the second senior brother felt that there was nothing to teach.

However, Fatty Liang must have been very unhappy in his heart, so he ordered Du Yuqi to do this and that, moving things and sweeping the floor. In short, he was not allowed to idle. Du Yuqi also felt that it didn't matter, just use money to do things, and he was supposed to do it during working hours. Things are not lazy.

In order to welcome a master like Mr. Chu, all the facilities in the martial arts hall need to be renovated and replaced with new ones. Such a small dojo cannot give people a gorgeous and grand feeling. At least it must be neat and tidy, so the rough things in the dojo these days Sundries and old things are also moved in and out. The second-hand Wuling Hongguang in the dojo can't rest for a moment. Sometimes the driver Lao Tan is not around, so Du Yuqi has to go and help drive a few times.

Lao Tan was originally a greedy drinker, but at noon that day, Fatty Liang's conscience happened to find him ordering a few dishes for a treat at the small restaurant next door. It was rare that Iron Rooster was bleeding, so he naturally drank until he was red in the face. As soon as he finished drinking, the trading company notified them and said that they had ordered The American boxing ring guardrail has arrived, so they rush to the dock in time to take it away. It is only free for three hours. If it exceeds one hour, an additional one-hour storage fee of ten dollars will be charged.

Fatty Liang was always a very calculating person. He was already very anxious when he heard that the storage fee was ten yuan an hour. What's more, it was in US dollars. He was as anxious as if his chrysanthemum had been exploded.

But the driver, Lao Tan, was so drunk that he just left the table. Even if he didn't leave the table, he wouldn't dare to let him drive drunk. So Fatty Liang immediately thought of Du Yuqi, the "revolutionary brick" that needed to be moved somewhere, and said anxiously:

"Du Yuqi, don't you know how to drive? Hurry up and help me pull the goods. Drive faster!! If it's late, you'll pay for the storage fees yourself!"

Du Yuqi rolled his eyes, sat in the cab of Wuling Hongguang, and selectively ignored the last sentence. It can be said that this car has no sound except the horn. The only advantage is that it is durable and durable. , I didn’t know it was sold as an N-hand car after driving 280,000 kilometers, but it seems that it can still be driven for tens of thousands of kilometers without any problem, and it was only driven by Lao Tan at a roadside stall yesterday for more than 200 yuan. It's a big health care, oh no, it should be a big maintenance, it shouldn't break down on the road.

The process of pulling goods was very smooth in the past, but when I came back, I saw that the street where the martial arts school was located was crowded with people. It seemed that something had happened and it was blocked. Du Yuqi just drove to the intersection and could no longer pass. , looking at that posture, even honking the horn is useless, not to mention that the horn of this broken car seems to be useless at all?

In desperation, Du Yuqi had no choice but to get out of the car, opened the side door, took down the luggage, put it on his shoulders and squeezed in. Only after walking for more than ten meters did he see that the door of the martial arts gym had stopped in unison. A row of luxury cars, what a Porsche? There are a dazzling array of products including Jet BOX, Nissan GTR, BMW I8, Maserati GT, Bentley Continental, etc. Of course, the most eye-catching one is a Lamborghini Sixth Element. Its shape as if it has traveled from the future has attracted people to take photos.

A group of well-dressed wealthy young men and their female companions were smoking and chatting at the entrance of the martial arts gym. They were accustomed to the looks cast around them and dismissed them. Du Yuqi was originally dressed very ordinary, wearing a wrinkled sportswear and carrying a bag. There was still a lot of dust on the cargo, so it was simply ignored as air.

At this time, Fatty Liang kept laughing and talking next to him, but few people paid attention to him. They were either chatting with the people next to him or playing on Twitter. Behind him, there was a young man with dyed white hair. He walked up, wearing a Christopher Kane brand hollow hooded blouse + black vest + black pants. He looked quite cool and handsome. He walked up to Fatty Liang who was sweating profusely and gave him a big prick. He blew a puff of smoke into his face:

"Invite us to sit in? Are you qualified to let us sit in this poor place? It's just that Mr. Chu said something to me yesterday, saying that even a small place can hide dragons and crouching tigers, so I came here today to take a look at this small temple street Where is the tiger and where is the dragon? Don’t let Mr. Chu make a mistake.”

After he said this, the people next to him laughed and said:

"A place like this that looks like a garbage dump will breed a bunch of flies and mice."

"Walking around here will bring you bad luck. I'll have to take a bath when I get back."

"This is the owner of the martial arts hall. How come he looks like a pig? Those who come here to practice martial arts are all pigs. How blind are they?"

"What a ** place. What kind of rubbish can you learn here!"

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After hearing these words, everyone in the martial arts hall turned pale. Only Fatty Liang was pale and sweaty. He was still bowing and smiling, apologizing.

At this time, someone had already told Du Yuqi that the white-haired young man was called Wu Yunda. His family's business was also very large, and it overlapped with the Chu family's business. Therefore, he had always been at odds with Young Master Chu, and there were hidden tricks when the two quarreled.

When drinking in the bar yesterday, Wu Yunda asked Chu Zihang to have a party on the high seas another day. Young Master Chu said that he wanted to go to this martial arts hall to play. Wu Yunda said that there was nothing great about a small place, and he was already hinting that Chu Zihang had a poor vision.

Chu Zihang said that small places can also hide dragons and crouching tigers, and retorted that he was blind. After the two quarreled, this young master Wu suffered a loss, and he ran here to find fault and wanted to slap young master Chu in the face.

The quarrel between the big men implicated the martial arts hall in an unprovoked disaster. Liang Pangzi wanted to cry but couldn't cry no matter what, but what could he do?

At this time, someone said that they suspected that this family had serious tax evasion and wanted to investigate. There is no doubt that this rich second generation has connections in the tax bureau, and another rich second generation directly shouted that he felt that this was a martial arts hall with a false name and was cheating money. He wanted his bodyguard to measure it carefully. The words meant that he was going to challenge the hall.

Being insulted like this, the second brother who usually teaches martial arts stood up first, but Liang Pangzi smiled bitterly in the middle to stop him. The situation was obvious. This group of rich second generations were obviously here to cause trouble. If they lost, their reputation would be ruined, and this martial arts hall would not be able to open again.

If you win, you will stir up a hornet's nest. The network of relationships formed by these second-generation rich is very large. They can strangle you everywhere, including the public security, procuratorate, courts, tax bureaus, etc. Today, the fire department will come and say that you have fire hazards. Tomorrow, the health bureau will come and say that your hygiene is not up to standard. The day after tomorrow, the tax bureau will come and say that you are evading taxes. The day after tomorrow, the urban management will come and say that your signboard affects the city appearance. This will also make you exhausted and wish you could be reborn as a human being.

However, Fatty Liang stopped the second brother, but there was another Taekwondo coach invited to the Liang family martial arts gym who couldn't help but stand up and point at people and shout:

"You can insult me, but you can't insult my martial arts!"

The rich second generation immediately changed color and said:

"Oh, the last person who dared to point at me stayed in the hospital for a year and a half!"

Someone next to him immediately asked:

"Why did he stay in the hospital for a year and a half?"

The rich second generation sneered:

"Breaking a hand will probably take a month in the hospital, so I broke the hand of this idiot again when I was discharged from the hospital. In the end, I broke his hand six times in a row, so he stayed in the hospital for six months?"

The other person immediately said:

"Then there is another year of hospitalization?"

The rich second generation laughed and said:

"When I broke his hand for the seventh time, wｗw．a.c The subordinate didn't hold back and hit him on the head, so he was a vegetable for a year. I heard that his family took good care of him, so a medical miracle happened. He was lucky to wake up. "

The people around him were naturally upset when they heard that this group of people were so arrogant, but when they saw the tall and strong bodyguards next to them, they looked very professional, and there were even a few black people among them, they dared not speak out. The Taekwondo coach probably stood up in a rush, but now he was stammering and dared not answer.

As a result, he wanted to shrink back, but others did not agree. A black bodyguard over 1.9 meters tall took off his coat and let his companion hold it, then strode up, tucked his shirt, and hooked his finger at the Taekwondo coach. The Taekwondo coach was called Jin Fahao, and he was actually quite good. He joined the WTF (World Taekwondo Federation) and was a second-level member.

He gritted his teeth and rushed forward with a few steps. He was met with a turning kick. The black man turned sideways to block it. Coach Jin's kick hit him, but it made a dull "bang bang bang" sound. It seemed that it did no harm to him. (To be continued. Your support is my greatest motivation.) 17-01-16