Mr. Flower

As soon as the words "no money" were uttered, Li Dazhi couldn't hold back, smiled and said something to discuss, and pushed Tong Xiang out.

"Take a deep breath, Li Dazhi." Tong Xiang looked at the nervous Li Dazhi with a smile, "Don't be nervous."

"Let's see what I told you, why are we going to play again, still, still..." Li Dazhi was a little anxious, and he got stuck when he got anxious, and couldn't continue.

"You don't need any fucking money." Tong Xiang continued with a smile on his face to Li Dazhi.

"I know, I know, you still laugh..." Li Dazhi finally got his tongue straightened, clapped his hands on the edge of the ring, and nervousness was written on his face, "This injury is not fake."

"It's just that there's no money for this fight, and you can't be too fussy..." Tong Xiang patted Li Dazhi's shoulder to reassure him.

"Did you lose?" Li Dazhi said as he glanced at the attacker on the other side. His muscles were knotted, and he didn't look good.

"I'm afraid it can't be..." After Tong Xiang finished speaking, he turned his head and asked the Bodhi bead man who came out after him, "There are no rules and restrictions, right?"

After counting three bodhi beads, the middle-aged man said, "Anyway, it's good to win."

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Seeing Tong Xiang who was calmly getting into the ring while putting on his split-finger gloves, Yang Yiyue tightened his palms and grabbed the armrest of the sofa chair.

"Uncle Pan, how did you find this place?" Yang Yiyue guessed that Tong Xiang intended to earn this money, and wanted to see him first, but Yang Yiyue didn't expect to see him fight with others so soon. Picking the bones in the egg and complaining that Uncle Pan has found the same place.

"The price you mentioned, I found it as soon as I asked..." Uncle Pan was quite happy when he heard that something was wrong, "It's not fun, right, walk around, go home, and your mother will know Call me an asshole..." He stretched out his hand to grab Yang Yiyue's arm, but he couldn't, "Where do you have to look?"

Yang Yiyue nodded.

Uncle Pan wrote on his face, "I'm so sorry." He had no choice but to sit and watch with Yang Yiyue.

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Tong Xiang is dissatisfied with the taste of the teether, but there is no way it can happen temporarily, let it go, let it go...

After stuffing it into his mouth and biting it, Tong Xiang pressed his ten fingers together, bent his legs, stretched his chest and turned his head, his movements were as standard as a rigorous physical education teacher.

Compared with the warm-up action of a backspin kick that the opponent shouted ferociously, Tong Xiang received a burst of boos before he even made a move.

Tong Xiang, who was completely unaffected, completed another set of high leg raises amidst the boos. The final stretch was to cross his fingers and press down with his palms. Yes, he could still touch the ground easily.

There is no referee, only a whistle, and the rapid and sharp whistle means that the opponent can be attacked without limit. According to the profit model of this kind of venue, the best way to attack is bloody and fierce, so as to stimulate the audience in the audience.

Unrestricted, doing whatever you want...Thinking of these, Tong Xiang couldn't help but feel his blood boil, and there was only one reason for the boiling——finally, he could vent his frustrations in the past six months.

The opponent's fierce fists greeted him from the left and the bottom respectively, Tong Xiang dexterously jumped to the right and avoided it.The opponent made an attack and quickly turned around. At the moment of turning around, Tong Xiang's punch hit the neck that was exposed during the turn...

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Seeing the opponent attacking Tong Xiang first, Yang Yiyue couldn't help but folded his hands. Compared to watching Tong Xiang fight with someone, he would rather watch him screw up a bouquet of flowers in the live broadcast room...

"This kid is from the army..." Uncle Pan saw the way.

Hearing the words, Yang Yiyue immediately turned his head to look at Uncle Pan, and Uncle Pan said, "This is a dagger trick used in the army. If you have a dagger in your hand, you will be dead and your artery will be cut... It's really flexible, this kid Where did you find it, it is a talent!"

He tilted his head to watch Uncle Pan speak for a few seconds, and then turned his head, the opponent over there covered his heavily beaten neck and took a few steps back, re-arranging his posture.

Tong Xiang on the other side moved ten fingers, clenched into fists, smiled slightly at the other party, opened his mouth to say something, but was drowned out by the voices around him shouting "Go up".

Yang Yiyue didn't like a noisy environment, and seeing Tong Xiang on the ring at this moment, he didn't care about his surroundings.He had a lot of beautiful floral works designed by Sister Ruyi in his mind, and he also thought of many Sister Ruyi's ramblings to her son when she arranged flowers in the live broadcast...

"My monkey doesn't look energetic in whatever clothes he wears. No matter how you look at it, he looks like a rascal. He puts on a military uniform and looks energetic. He called me and said that he sent a box of souvenirs back. If there are good things, we will give you a lottery..."

"Really, I'm so embarrassed. After one month of school, I went to school three times and beat up my classmate again. My God, did I make a mistake? He shouldn't learn martial arts, he should learn dance... ..."

"The small squad leader of the cooking class is not bragging. The cooking is delicious. Of course, the cooking skill is naturally inherited from my talent... The family who got Sister Ruyi's special spicy rabbit in the last round will support me..."

"Daughter-in-law hahaha... I don't want to, who can take this kind of... During the Chinese New Year, his political commissar got drunk and made a video with me, and the political commissar cried and said he was too difficult to manage..."

"I asked him, Tong Xiang, what kind of wife do you want? He said good-looking and rich... Family members, do you think this is not correct? I have to complain to the political commissar... Ah?! Don't go, why ? Oh, the political commissar's hair will be bald..."

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Yang Yiyue admits that his motives for buying flowers all the time are not pure. The source of all this is not only Ruyi's flower art works, but also the photo of Tong Xiang's military uniform that Ruyi hung on the wall of the live broadcast room.

I have imagined countless times that I will fall in love with a certain person at a certain moment, but Yang Yiyue never once imagined that it would be like this just by seeing a photo.

When Tong Xiang, who came back from visiting relatives, appeared in the live broadcast, the good figure under the army green vest was faintly visible. Although the flower arrangement works were so bad that there was no edge, Yang Yiyue missed the hands and people who arranged the flowers very much.

In the ring, any distraction for more than a second can miss a good attack or counterattack.The surrounding crowd erupted into huge cheers, almost to the point where this small indoor stadium was lifted...

Yang Yiyue turned his gaze back to the boxing ring. Tong Xiang's attack was over, and the opponent curled up covering his bleeding nose. For a while, Yang Yiyue didn't know where he was injured.

Looking at Uncle Pan, Uncle Pan unscrewed his own thermos, took a sip of tea with a smile, looked up and caught Yang Yiyue's puzzled eyes, "It's not my opponent... that kid is quick and ruthless, it can be seen that he has some skills in his hands In fact, I also know that seeing some blood can heat up the scene...With his skill, there is no need to break people's noses, routines, are all routines, alas, he is an old hand, and he looks like a veteran raised by the boxing field."

In the boxing ring, the guy with the nosebleed got up, but before he could stand still, Tong Xiang kicked him down again with a roundabout kick. The movement was exactly the same as when the guy first warmed up.

Yang Yiyue thought: This kind of barbaric entertainment is really enough.

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Seeing the red bodhi bead circled around his hand, Tong Xiang became curious about its price. After taking a sip of water, he smiled and asked the owner of the boxing ring: "How much is the bead?"

"This?" The boss held up the bodhi bead, "If you can help me win the remaining two games, it's okay to give it to you."

"I'm just asking, beads are not interested." Now that the boss is talking about money, he has to talk about money, "Are you satisfied with that scene just now?" Tong Xiang's gaze shifted from Bodhi beads to the boss.

"Very satisfied." The boss already knew what Tong Xiang meant, so he didn't pretend, "I can win the second game, 12."

"Isn't the rule [-]?" Tong Xiang was more polite.

"You gave me a game for free, how can I be so ignorant." The boss said so, but he wanted to add an extra 3 yuan to get rid of the most powerful opponent. Tonight's bet will be stable. The time is not bad for the [-] yuan.

"That's right... I don't want to give you money for the first round. I just want to ask you for a price in the second round..." Tong Xiang stopped hiding. After he finished speaking, Li Dazhi next to him finally realized why I didn't want any money just now.

"How about 12?" The boss wants to make a quick decision, after all, the rest time is only 10 minutes.

"How much money do you need?"

When Tong Xiang was about to say the deal, a moderate voice came from behind, interrupting Tong Xiang's words, and when he turned around, those familiar Danfeng eyes looked at him straightly with cold eyes ...

"Did you buy flowers from my family and send them here?" With a smile, Tong Xiang's words didn't make sense.

"How much money do you need to stop calling?" Yang Yiyue saw his heartless appearance, and couldn't help but lose his warmth.

Pointing at himself, Tong Xiang confirmed who Mr. Driver was talking to.

Yang Yiyue nodded.

Tong Xiang looked at Uncle Pan who was standing next to Yang Yiyue, and said politely: "Hello boss, this is..."

Uncle Pan immediately looked at Yang Yiyue and said, "Mr. Yang, I'm asking the boss..."

This time it was Tong Xiang's turn to laugh. For a long time, he had always regarded the president as a driver, but... this president is not very special. At such a young age, I am afraid that his family business is not particularly big.Now that he heard someone calling Mr. Yang, Tong Xiang also said, "Mr. Yang, do you mean that you paid me to stop fighting?"

"How do you say that? How can you not fight? Just watching..." The owner of the boxing ring came up to talk to Tong Xiang, "We can still discuss the price."

"Double the number you want in your heart, and I'll give it." Yang Yiyue stared at Tong Xiang, and said the words coldly.

"Oh..." Tong Xiang was overjoyed at this moment, crossed his arms and looked at Yang Yiyue, then at the owner of the boxing ring, and asked him, "How much can you fight at most?"

"Hehehe..." Uncle Pan is getting older, and his self-control is not as good as that of young people, so he ruined the atmosphere when he laughed.But this kid who is clearly taking advantage of Mr. Yang is really interesting...

The owner of the boxing ring is a businessman after all, after hearing Yang Yiyue's tone, he turned around and asked the people around him a few words.When it was over, he replied with a smile, "Mr. Yang, you guys talk slowly... My second round is about to start here, so I'm sorry."

"Ah... This is retribution for being too greedy..." Tong Xiang was depressed, and turned to look at Yang Yiyue and said, "Mr. Yang, at least we know each other. You ruined my 12 yuan job. Isn't it kind?"

After I asked the question, I thought about it for a while. I just felt that President Xiao Yang brought a small character. I am afraid that he is not a real president. Now that he has retired the boss of the boxing ring, think about it. This president must be a real president. up.

Oops, the 12 that was on my lips was lost in the blink of an eye by the boss of the boxing ring who knows how to handle things. They are friendly with each other, but I will be miserable. I still have to take the targeted drug of sister Ruyi after the next month. ...

Looking back at Mr. Yang, who was deserted, Tong Xiang took off the split-finger gloves on his hand, looked at him very sadly and said: "I just fought once. I didn't count the money. I hoped to win the second fight." Earn an extra share... You see, these few words of yours have given me nothing... Isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

"You want to negotiate the price with me?" Yang Yiyue looked at his frowning face, and he really acted well.

Two fingers made a gesture of ten horizontally and vertically. Tong Xiang heard Yang Yiyue's talkative tone, and said even more aggrieved: "Is this countable? If you are not tired, you can call the boss back, and I will talk to him again." talk……"

"I have a check in the car, I wrote it to you." Yang Yiyue didn't want to see him playing with others' lives, or him playing with others' lives.

"Huh? I agreed so quickly, so is 12 okay?" Tong Xiang's eyes lit up instantly, and there was no worry on his face, "Do you need me to fight somewhere?"

"..." Yang Yiyue was surprised when he saw his face change in an instant, Tong Xiang is really a good talent who can bend, stretch, and shameless.

"Can we do it on our mobile phone..." Tong Xiang still has some opinions, "Do you rich people think that putting tens of millions in your WeChat wallet or Alipay is not high enough?" After Tong Xiang asked seriously, Without giving Yang Yiyue a chance to explain, he immediately said with disgust: "I have to go with you... I have to go to the bank with the check..."

Hearing these complaints, Uncle Pan was about to laugh again, but this time he was stared at by Yang Yiyue, and he quickly raised his head and forced his laughter back.

"Do you want it?" Yang Yiyue asked back.

"Yes." Tong Xiang replied very quickly, and added, "Mr. Yang, you are my regular customer. I will collect your money later, and you will get a [-]% discount on all flowers you buy in the future. By the way..."

The last two words dragged on for a long time, successfully attracting Yang Yiyue's attention.

Seeing Yang Yiyue staring at him, Tong Xiang stepped forward very familiarly, and naturally put his arms around Yang Yiyue's shoulders, "Are you picking up the check in the car? Let's talk in the car, Mr. Yang..."