Lu Xun said: If you don’t explode in silence, you will die in silence.

Shang Yang didn't know what kind of shocking changes would happen when his peaceful life was ruthlessly torn apart. He didn't know what he was in the mood to sell fruits this day. He was thinking about what he should do, what he should do, and what the future should be like. Who is that woman and who is that man.

Ding Sannian said that working hours are from 9:00 to 10:00 pm.

Shang Yang closed the fruit stall at 8 o'clock. After thinking about it, he sent his mother a message "Go out to play, feel at ease" and then walked slowly towards the destination. Linshui County was not big. At the normal walking speed, half an hour was enough to span the north and south of the county town. He walked slowly and arrived at the destination half an hour later.

This is the edge of the county town, which is the legendary urban-rural fringe.

In the small county town where young people fled one after another, the main roads in the county are not as lively as before, let alone here. The dim and yellow street lights are just a place that is as big as a monk hits a bell for a day. Sometimes it cannot reflect its value overnight. Today, I met Shang Yang, which has been considered a result.

The road surface is a cement road that has been in disrepair for many years, with bumpy pits and cars are unwilling to walk in.

Shang Yang turned the corner, then continued to move forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. There was a ditch on his left, about five or six meters deep, and you could vaguely hear the sound of gurgling water, but don't think that time is quiet, because the smell in the water is really disgusting. If it is daytime, it should be no different from the garbage river.

On the right are rows of gates.

The yard is almost invisible in the door. All simple houses that have been built and have been disrepaired for many years have collapsed and are covered with ruins. At the beginning, the county town expanded and said it was about to be demolished, and all of them began to be enclosed and built. Later, the thunder and rain were loud and the rain was small, and it was left alone, which really made a group of people happy.

Haven't paid much attention before.

Shang Yang came back to his senses and suddenly realized that the house on the right was covered with darkness and almost no lights were visible. The couplets from the New Year on the door were patted by the night wind, making a clattering sound.

Where the hell is this?

Shang Yang felt a cold wind on his back unknowingly moving upwards. He didn't think he was a timid person, but no one who was brave enough to go to the cemetery in the middle of the night to prove it.

Can people here afford an hour and eight-year job?

He couldn't help but wonder again. Most of the people here are working people. They used to enclose land and build houses and borrowed a lot. In this society, no one was starved to death. But if there were people who could be killed by a wealthy person, they would not believe that they could be killed. He stopped and looked forward. A family that was only ten meters away was on, and if nothing unexpected happened, it should be the destination.

I have come here, so I have to go and see it anyway!

Shang Yang comforted himself in his heart, and then he walked forward with some trepidation. He walked to the door and did not go in. Instead, he looked inside through the window, pulled the curtains, with no gaps, and could not observe the situation inside. He withdrew his eyes and looked around. The quiet suburbs were rarely visited, and the surroundings were covered with darkness. He looked over again and wanted to listen to the movements inside. Unfortunately, there was still no sound. He frowned slightly, and many bad thoughts unconsciously emerged in his mind. It was not that he originally thought, but that people would think like this in such an environment.

Just as hesitated, he heard a "cry".

The door next to it was opened.

He was startled, stood up quickly, and looked at the door with caution.

Just saw a thin old man in a suit walking out of the door. He was not tall, probably less than 1.7 meters tall, with a little bald head, not very dense hair, and a long face. Even if the lights are unclear, he could see that his left eye was black. He should have been beaten up. The old man also noticed Shang Yang as soon as possible.

The two were less than two meters apart, and they were looking at each other, with their eyes facing each other.

After more than ten seconds, the old man finally pulled his body out of the door and took the initiative to speak, "Who is working?"

Shang Yang was stunned. This word was still very strange to him. He didn't know how Ding Sannian communicated normally. However, since the other party asked, he still had to agree. He nodded slightly and said, "I have been working... I searched for a long time and didn't dare to confirm if I was here. I was about to contact him by phone, but you were always out..."

Shang Yang spoke very politely, and the experience summarized by selling fruits is: repeat customers are very important.

"That's right, my home is the only one in this street."

The old man was very kind, and walked over with his hands up and smiled, "My surname is Zhou. You can call me Uncle Zhou. Since you are here, come in. There are many mosquitoes outside and it is quite early. The young man is good. We have to prepare first and change our uniforms..."

Uncle Zhou shook his hands and turned his head to make a request to clean up.

Shang Yang's heart suddenly raised, and there was a trace of inexplicable premonition. He suddenly remembered what Ding Sannian said today. The other party wanted a man, young and strong... One thousand eight in an hour. Isn't Shang Yang willing to think about it in some aspects, but how can he get such a high salary for normal work? He still needs to change his uniform when he comes?

Especially this old man was inexplicably enthusiastic. Seeing his appearance, he always felt that he had captured his prey.

The shriveled body, the dark eye sockets and the stereotypical clothes look like the legendary...subject!

Enter or not?

Shang Yang stood still and did not move.

Uncle Zhou had already walked into the door and found that he had not followed in. He stopped immediately. He turned his head to look at Shang Yang's appearance and knew that he was worried. He smiled awkwardly and comforted him: "Young man, don't be afraid. Come in first to see if you can do it. If you can't do it, I have no objection to leave if you can. I'm still worried. Just keep on the phone and walk in, and tell him the location..."

"fine!"

Shang Yang waved his hand and felt calm in his heart for a moment. He was a big man, not a man with a yellow boudoir. He was afraid of having a wool. If the other party was not good, he would come out. If the other party was pretty good, he would vent...

Of course, there is no money.

The nature of money changes.

Then he followed Uncle Zhou into the house and was shocked by the scene in front of him. There were various posters in the room. These posters all had a common feature, all of which were men... muscular men... naked... with clear lines... mostly foreign faces, and they were handsome and indistinguishable.

Shang Yang's mind buzzed. He was really indescribable. He filled melon seeds and could throw a sack of 100 pounds on his shoulders. He didn't have eight abdominal muscles on his body, and he still had six. If he slapped it down, the watermelon would definitely break.

However, there is still a gap compared to these strong men on the poster.

He swallowed and said with a trembling trembling, "Uncle Zhou... If you want this kind of physical fitness, I may not be able to achieve it. Look at that black man, his arms are almost as thick as my head, and his physical strength and impact strength are not comparable to that... Otherwise..."

Shang Yang never thought he would be timid, but he had to admit some of the gaps.

Uncle Zhou was going to pass through this room and open another door next to him. He stopped when he heard his words. He looked at the black man he was talking about. After two seconds of shock, he laughed out loud and said, "It would be great if I could invite him. That black man is called Tyson, the world boxing champion. Not to mention that he couldn't invite him, he wouldn't dare to invite him. He would beat him to death with one punch..."

Shang Yang looked at the poster again, no wonder he looked familiar.

He had just retracted his gaze, and Uncle Zhou opened the door in front of him. The scene that came into his eyes immediately made Shang Yang stunned. There was a hall in the door. The simple rooms here were all built on the original yard, so the area was very large. There was a boxing ring in this hall, about twenty centimeters above the ground, and there were belts around it. At first glance, there was no difference from a professional boxing ring, but you could vaguely see that the underside of the boxing ring was padded with red bricks, and the belt was wrapped with red ropes. From the exposed gap, you could see that it was the most ordinary red belt.

What's important is that there was a man standing in the boxing ring with short hair and looks a bit similar to Uncle Zhou, but his figure was very different. He was about 1.9 meters tall, barefoot, wearing boxer's shorts on his lower body, naked on his upper body, boxing gloves on his hands, and gritting his braces in his mouth. He also saw Shang Yang through the door, and his fists hit each other, making a bang sound, his left leg kept shaking, and his eyes were extremely provocative.

"It's this job, can you do it?"

While Uncle Zhou was speaking, he closed the door again and isolated the room covered with posters into an independent world. When he walked back, he no longer had the smile he had just now. His face was full of sorrow. He sighed and said, "Young man, don't be afraid. We agreed to be an hour. You can persist with your own strength. Of course, the longer the time, the better. Only half an hour or twenty minutes. Uncle Zhou had no objection. There might be injuries. The danger was not very high. Uncle Zhou would stop him in time. If it was OK, let's change his clothes first?"

Shang Yang slowly withdrew his senses, and his eyes at Uncle Zhou had changed. If nothing unexpected happened, the blackness on his eyes would have been beaten by a man in the boxing ring.

Seeing that he had not responded for a long time, Uncle Zhou said anxiously: "Young man, just do your uncle a favor. My old arms and legs really can't stand his tossing. In this way, Uncle will add another 200 or 2,000 yuan to you and play with him for a while. How about it?"

Shang Yang met his expectant gaze. For some reason, a feeling of sorrow suddenly appeared in his heart. The wrinkles on Uncle Zhou's face were so cute, and then the eager expectation revealed in his eyes.

Without much hesitation, I thought about it and said, "It's better to be the original price..."
Chapter completed!