District 9

After Zhao Bao and Tang Yuan finished talking on the phone, they immediately went to the anchor's dressing room downstairs.

"Hey, editor-in-chief." A little girl on duty in the room stood up and said hello to Zhao Bao.

"Are there any makeup artists working overtime?"

"Yes, Xiao Yi is choosing clothes in the recording room No. 3."

"Ask him to come back and put on makeup for me." Zhao Bao said urgently: "I'm going to wash my face."

"Do you put on makeup?"

"Yes, let me try my skills as a makeup artist." Zhao Bao got into the bathroom and said, "Hurry up and call."

Ten minutes later.

A girly makeup artist, holding a wooden comb in her left hand and a towel in her right hand, asked: "Editor-in-Chief, what look do you want?"

"Give me a slightly older make-up. I'd better look like I'm in my thirties, with a bit of a mustache and a slightly darker complexion." Zhao Bao stared at himself in Jingzi and said in detail: "The eyebrows should also be a little thicker. .”

"Okay." The makeup artist nodded.

…

In the training room of Yaoguang Security Company headquarters in Jiangzhou.

Qi Lin was wearing black gloves on his hands, protecting his head with both arms, and was retreating in a messy pace. In front of him, a young man who was over one meter tall and in his early seventies, with a strong build and full of tendons, was using his fists to attack Qi Lin's head with a small swing of his body.

After Qi Lin received several punches, he suddenly bent over and arched his head forward.

"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, Qi Lin's head hit the strong young man's chest, knocking him half a meter away.

"Kill you."

Qi Lin put his left shoulder against the opponent's body, swung his right fist slightly, and hit the opponent's head horizontally.

The strong young man reacted very quickly, raised his left arm slightly, and directly stood up.

"Bang!"

This swift and violent punch fell, and the strong young man stood there with only his head and blocking arm shaking, but his lower body remained motionless.

Qi Lin took advantage of the situation to swing his left elbow and then hit the opponent's head.

"Bang!"

The strong young man had no defense this time, and his right fist hit Qi Lin's left arm simply and roughly from bottom to top.

Qi Lin was in pain, feeling that his entire ribs were about to break, and his body staggered two or three steps laterally.

The strong young man stepped forward in two steps, raised his right arm, paused in the air for 0.1 seconds, and then suddenly fell down.

"Bang!"

The punch fell, Qi Lin suffered a heavy blow on the head, and fell to the ground with a thud.

The burly young man shook his neck, waited for two seconds and then stepped forward and asked, "Are you okay?"

Qi Lin lay sprawled on the ground, covered in sweat and said: "No...it's okay, I'm just a little exhausted."

"Your endurance is still low." The strong young man sat cross-legged on the ground, took off the gloves on his hands, stretched Qi Lin's thighs with his hands, and began to relax his muscles.

"I punch you, and you can't move; you punch me, and I feel like I was hit by a car...I can't even stand." Qi Lin shook his head and said, "Hey, Cha Meng, you How old did you start practicing Muay Thai?”

"I started practicing relatively early, and I have been fighting in Jiangzhou since I was ten years old." Cha Meng responded softly: "But you are easy to fall, not because you have a short time to practice boxing."

"What is that?" Qi Lin asked.

"You were too fat and weak before. During the process of losing fat and gaining muscle, your muscles had to be torn and rebuilt. Therefore, your endurance, explosive power, and ability to resist hits are far behind me. Boxing is not just about hitting a sandbag to practice, because any of your skills must be supported by body energy, so if you want to practice it, you have to slowly nourish your body." Cha Meng explained in detail: "I will give you a recipe later. , just eat as above and then practice with me."

"Haha, how long will it take for me to defeat you?"

"It's hard to say, I'm younger than you, and my body is much stronger than you. Haha, if you practice casually, you might not be able to beat me in your life." Cha Meng smiled, revealing a few bright spots: "But the key to learning this is With perseverance and hard work, you have to be willing to endure hardships and study hard. When your physical fitness improves, it depends on your skills. Maybe you are more talented than me, haha!"

"Hey, how many can you hit an adult like me?"

"With space, four or five of them can easily be defeated." Cha Meng replied casually.

Qi Lin was stunned: "Don't brag, you can defeat four or five adults by yourself?"

Cha Meng smiled, immediately let go of Qi Lin's thigh and stood up. After jumping on the ring with his bare feet, he slowly took three steps back. Suddenly he raised his right leg, which was as strong as a stone pillar, and rushed towards the pillar-type sandbag wrapped in sponge. Sweep away.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and beneath the hundreds of kilograms of sandbags, the spring column tilted as if it had been kicked.

Cha Meng immediately turned around and swung his right leg again.

"Bang!"

The sandbag that hadn't fully bounced back was hit diagonally by his right leg again. After a muffled sound, the spring column came off with a loud bang, and the sandbag was completely knocked to the ground by its legs.

Qi Lin was stunned: "Fuck!"

"I'm just practicing and having fun with you." Cha Meng said with a smile: "But it's really life-threatening. If I kick my leg in the right place, you will definitely not be able to get up."

"Bullshit!"

"It's no big deal, I'll just point to this to eat, haha." Cha Meng said politely: "Come, I'll massage your legs again. You have to relax, otherwise it will be very painful tomorrow."

"Dip Lingling!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Lin's cell phone rang.

"Wait a moment, I'll answer the phone." Qi Lin climbed to the side, reached out and took out the phone from his coat pocket, and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

"What are you doing, brother?!" Ma Laoer's voice sounded.

"It's nothing, just chatting with my friends."

"Hey, the small business has been good recently, please give me some more goods." Ma Laoer said with a slight satisfaction.

"Additional goods?"

"Well, this time it's a full cart." Ma Laoer nodded and said, "Hurry up and get ready."

"Can you eat so much?" Qi Lin asked with a frown.

"It will take you more than twenty days to ship and transport the goods to Songjiang. The business is very good now, so we need to get more this time. Otherwise, we will make up for it when the time comes, and there will be a vacuum period." Ma Laoer asked with a serious look. Said: "So you do it now."

"Okay, I'll go to the factory right away."

"Okay, I'll treat you to a drink this time when you come back."

"Okay."

After the two chatted, Qi Lin hung up the phone and immediately raised his head and shouted: "Cha Meng, you and I will go to the factory later. We may have to sell the goods soon."

"Okay." Cha Meng nodded.

…

It's about nine o'clock in the evening.

The entrance to the Joy Palace.

Tang Yuan sat in the car, looked at Zhao Baobao excitedly and asked, "I'll ask you again, will you come with me?"

"It's not that I don't want to go, it's because I'm afraid of people..."

"If you want to say no, let's sell the car, forget the money, and see each other again forever, okay?"

"Look at you, how can you be so timid?!" Zhao Bao blinked: "I'm just teasing you. Look, I've turned into this. Can't I go with you?"

"Let's go then!"

"Wait a minute, put this device on." Zhao Bao lowered his head and picked up the canvas bag from his feet: "I stole this thing, please be careful when using it, otherwise..."