Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

Halfway through the match, the boy's cheeks were already swollen and bulged, and it was hard to see what he looked like.

But Lin Qiuran guessed that he should be underage.

Only this kind of dark underground boxing gym dares to use child labor.

The customer pointed to the stage and said, "Miss Lin, let's make a bet. If you win, we will do this business. If you lose, the business will be blown. How about it?"

Besides agreeing, what else can Lin Qiuran do?
She nodded with a wry smile, "Okay, what bet?"

"In this game, we will each press one person. Whoever presses wins will be considered the winner."

Lin Qiuran suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the customer pointed at the strong man and said, "I'll crush him."

The strong man was safe and sound, but the young man was beaten black and blue.

The client forced Lin Qiuran to choose a boy, almost telling her directly that I don't intend to do this business.

Lin Qiuran wanted to die, and she had a hard time saying that word.

"……it is good."

After she said the word "good", there was a burst of applause from the audience. It turned out that the boy was beaten to the ground again.

There is no suspense about the result of this game.

The boy wiped the corner of his mouth, not sure if it was nosebleed or the blood from his mouth covered his face.He got up again, booed from the audience.

Some people even shouted directly: "Admit defeat early! If you admit defeat, you will be beaten less!"

Lin Qiuran didn't pin her hopes on the young man, what right did she have to ask a stranger for something she couldn't even do by herself?
The scene was so tragic that Lin Qiuran didn't dare to go to the stage.

While clapping his hands and laughing, the client insisted on telling Lin Qiuran where the situation had progressed.

Driving Lin Qiuran to despair seemed to him to be a very interesting thing.

"Miss Lin, Miss Lin, you are about to lose!"

Lin Qiuran had no choice but to look up the stage, and the boy fell to the ground in embarrassment again.

The client explained to her, "Count down to ten, if he can't get up, it's a complete loss."

The referee and the audience are counting down.

"10, 9, 8..."

There was unconcealed excitement in everyone's voices.

Apart from Lin Qiuran, probably no one in the audience would hope that the boy would win.

The ten-tone countdown ended, and the boy failed to stand up.

It's over, it's over.

Lin Qiuran was thinking desperately, she bit her lip tightly, trying to restrain herself not to cry.

The boy fell, and her life collapsed.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no sound of the referee announcing victory.

The strong man said to the audience: "It's too easy to win against a little brat today."

The audience burst into laughter.

"I decided to give him another ten countdown, so as not to say that I am bullying. Do you agree?"

The audience was watching the excitement, of course they shouted "Yes" in unison.

The strong man walked up to the boy, kicked him insultingly, and said contemptuously: "Hey, little X, can you still get up?"

From Lin Qiuran's point of view, the boy was already half dead.

But just after the strong man finished saying that, he suddenly moved his fingers, as if trying to get up.

The audience booed again.

"Obviously admit defeat!"

"Why is this little brat so ignorant?"

"10, 9, 8..."

This is probably the crazy moment in Lin Qiuran's life. Anyway, the business is gone and the job is going to be lost. What is there to be afraid of?
She suddenly stood up from her seat and shouted hysterically at the boy.

"Stand up! Stand up!"

Maybe God still favored Lin Qiuran. After she shouted this sentence, the boy climbed up again as if he had been given a golden finger.

"Damn it, did you really fucking stand up?"

"It's awesome!"

The boy wiped the blood from his face with difficulty, his arms were trembling visibly.

He stabilized his body, let out a low growl, and rushed towards the strong man with all his strength, hitting his vital parts hard.

The strong man didn't think the boy could get up at all, and without any precautions, he fell to the ground in one fell swoop, clutching his vitals and screaming.

Holding on to the side rope, the boy gave the strong man a middle finger.

"Little X bastard, who are you scolding?"

Lin Qiuran covered her mouth, unaware that tears welled up in her eyes.

When a person is not even afraid of death, what else does he have to fear?
The boy's physical strength had indeed reached its limit, and after saying this, he fell headlong into the ground, completely unconscious.

On the contrary, the strong man held his lower body and stood up tremblingly.

After another ten-second countdown, the game ended.

Lin Qiuran wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, and said calmly.

"I lost. Although the business can't be negotiated, thank you for letting me see such a wonderful game."

The customer was probably also shocked by the youth's spirit of not fearing death, and he was unable to speak for a long time.

"It's the first time I've seen such a hardworking person."

There is no fairness in the competition in the underground boxing gym, it is just to please the audience.As long as the audience is happy watching, they don't care who wins or loses.Therefore, in many cases, the boxing gym players are even acting on stage. After all, the boxing gym is a gray area, and they dare not really kill people.

When Lin Qiuran picked up her bag and was about to leave, she was stopped by a customer.

"Miss Lin, I think there is still room for negotiation in our business."

That was a turning point in Lin Qiuran's life. After this big deal was negotiated, she made her debut in the company.After accomplishing several major events for the company one after another, no one dared to gossip behind her back, calling her a worthless "relationship household".

She became interested in boxing, and went to that boxing gym several times by herself, but she never saw the boy again, and she couldn't say thank you to him face to face.

Lin Qiuran tried to find out about the boy, but he was just an amateur boxer, and the boxing gym didn't know where he was going.

The experience of that day reminded Lin Qiuran of a cliché in a high school excerpt: When the whole world tells me to give up, I hope someone whispers in my ear, try again.

Just one person is enough for me to persevere.

……

Lin Qiuran leaned against the window sill of the balcony, unconsciously her nose was sore.

A notification sound from the mobile phone at this time interrupted Lin Qiuran's thoughts.

She took out her cell phone, and it was a text message from An Mianmian's secretary.

During the day, she used the computer to submit the funding application report, and it seemed that the feedback from the report had come.

"Mr. An has rejected your request for instructions. If you need it, please go to the office of the general manager of the group headquarters at [-]:[-] tomorrow morning and apply to Mr. An in person..."