Zhao Dongyang glared at him angrily: "Two silver horns? This is impossible, absolutely impossible."

Ling Zihan turned sideways and was about to walk out: "If it doesn't work, forget it. I'll find someone else to buy it."

"Wait a minute." Zhao Dongyang stopped him again, with a toothache expression on his face: "Okay, okay, okay, you are awesome, take away the two silver horns."

He knew very well that Ling Zihan really wanted this set of bionic muscles, and the price was very reasonable. If he changed to another grocery store, the asking price might be only one and a half, or even one silver cent.

There is almost no market for this kind of second-hand goods. When they were originally bought and exchanged, they remained in the warehouse untouched for many years. If someone took a fancy to sell them, it was already a lucky star.

Being able to make money from your own employees is also a skill.

…

At ten o'clock in the evening, Ling Zihan came to Hengwei Boxing Gym again.

"You are very punctual!" Luo Biao sat on a wicker chair and looked at him with a smile as he walked into the lounge.

Ling Zihan walked closer and stood there, bowed obediently, and said with a flattering smile that was almost always etched on his face: "Hello, Brother Biao!"

Luo Biao casually picked up the cigarette box placed on the coffee table next to him and shook it at Ling Zihan: "Want one?"

Ling Zihan knew that nicotine was not good for his physiological tissue, but he liked the stimulation it produced on the central nervous system, so he nodded: "Thank you, Brother Biao."

Luo Biao threw a cigarette to him. He watched Ling Zihan light the cigarette with an electronic lighter and frowned: "I wonder if your pronunciation can be more accurate? If you know, you can tell that you call me Brother Biao. Those who don’t know better think that we are relatives, cousins... Damn, are you deliberately taking advantage of me?"

Ling Zihan smiled brightly and did not explain.

People around him also laughed.

Everyone can hear the ridicule in Luo Biao's words.

It can be seen that Luo Biao is quite capable of winning people's hearts.

"Hey, why did you leave so early after playing yesterday?" For a moment, Luo Biao naturally changed the subject to Ling Zihan. At the same time, a mysterious expression appeared on his face that only men could understand: "How many bosses are treating you like this?" Very interested, look for the contact information I want. Hey hey hey, do you think I will give it to you or not?"

Ling Zihan took a deep breath of cigarette, feeling the complex changes of nicotine rushing through the lungs, stimulating nerves and destroying some biological tissues. He enjoyed this very much and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Thank you, Brother Biao, for taking care of me. But... this It all depends on the person."

There were several boxing gym goons in black leather jackets standing next to them. They were paying attention to the conversation between Luo Biao and Ling Zihan. Everyone had been there before, and you could guess the ending of many things just by listening to the beginning. The faces of these people were full of lust. and violence, mixed with an extremely strong desire for knowledge.

Perhaps because he felt a little hot, Luo Biao opened his leather jacket, revealing his chest covered with thick black hair. He sat up straight, leaned his upper body forward, placed his left arm across his left knee, and said with disdain in a hoarse voice: " I didn’t see it! You’re quite picky. Do you think the people who come to the boxing gym to watch the matches are all religious men and women? Do you think the women who can spend money in such a place are all beauties?”

Next to him, a thug in black came over and said with a smile: "Brother Biao is right. The women who come to our place to watch boxing are all rich. But they are either divorced or can't find a suitable man outside."

Another thug in black immediately interrupted him: "Bullshit, what kind of rich man can't be found?"

"Okay, okay, I made a mistake." The black-clothed thug from before quickly changed his words: "I mean, only the men who can get into the boxing ring are the most energetic and the most popular with them."

"Okay, okay, don't interrupt, I'm going to talk to Xiao Ling about business." Luo Biao looked around with dissatisfied eyes, and everyone fell silent. Luo Biao turned his attention back to Ling Zihan, and his big horse gold

Daodi sat there and his tone became serious.

"That's what happened. First of all, I'm not joking! There are indeed a few women who are attracted to you."

Luo Biaoba counted them one by one with his fingers and told Ling Zihan: "There are three in total, all of them are women. One is called Le Yuqin. She is a frequent visitor to our Hengwei Boxing Gym. She is the most beautiful among all the female bosses who have taken a fancy to you.

Of course, appearance is just about pleasing the eyes. As long as you are willing to spend money on beauty treatments and skin changes, it won’t be a problem even if a sow turns into a Diao Chan.”

"The second one is called Yang Yaya. Her name sounds like a little girl, but she is actually over fifty years old. She is a real rich woman, well... I have an advantage. I never speak ill of others behind their backs. Wait a minute

Don't leave after the fight. I'll help you pull the strings and you can get to know Yang Yaya. As for whether you can accept it, I don't have to force it. You can make your own decision when the time comes."

"The last girl's surname is Sang. I don't know her name. People in the street call her "Sister Sang." She only said that she is interested in you, but the specific aspect of her interest is up to you.

Let’s communicate below.”

Ling Zihan nodded slightly, and the smoke curled up with his movements.

In fact, he had already been mentally prepared for what Luo Biao said.

This is an open and dark world. The significance of the Internet to human beings is not only information exchange, but also changes in knowledge absorption and personal logical thinking.

Regarding intimate contact between men and women, Ling Zihan's attitude is not to exclude or take the initiative. He can understand the huge difference between appearance and actual age. After all, this has been the case since ancient times. Rich people can buy beautiful women with money.

Most of what they want.

Including love.

Although the current currency is real gold and silver, the essence of things has not changed.

After thinking for less than ten seconds, Ling Zihan quickly made a decision. He threw away the almost finished cigarette butt and gave Luo Biao a hearty smile: "Thank you, Brother Biao, I listen to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Zihan immediately noticed that the people in black around him were looking at him with admiration. The expressions they showed ranged from surprise to surprise, and most of them were gloating about his misfortune.

The expression on Luo Biao's face was very rich, and his smile occupied every corner from the corners of his mouth to the tips of his eyebrows. He smiled from ear to ear, revealing two rows of yellow teeth that had been damaged by alcohol and nicotine all year round, and stretched out his hand towards Ling Zihan.

Thumbs up.

"I knew you were a smart guy. Hahahahaha! Brother Biao, I saw the right person. Don't leave until the fight is over. I'll introduce you one by one."

…

At half past ten, the game starts on time.

Today's opponent is the Hell Tiger, whose strength level is the same as yesterday's Hell Devil.

As a seemingly necessary disguise, Ling Zihan deliberately allowed himself to be punched twice by the opponent. The index finger and thumb that had been manipulated in advance were blown away on the spot. Ling Zihan also seized the opportunity to twist the opponent's knee joint with his backhand in full view of the public.

A beautiful elbow strike, completely incapacitating the opponent.

There was no suspense, he won this game easily.

After coming down from the boxing arena, Luo Biao, who had been waiting in the back passage for a long time, strode forward to greet him and took Ling Zihan directly to a small room on the side of the lounge.

A middle-aged woman wearing an old European classical black dress is sitting on a chair. She looks about forty years old, with a slightly wrinkled face with a stiff expression and no smile. Although the black dress is simple in style

, but the material is very luxurious.

Luo Biao changed from his usual publicity. He was obviously a little afraid of this lady in black dress who exuded a cold aura from all over her body.

"Sister Sang, this is Xiaoling, Ling Zihan."

"Xiao Ling, this is Sister Sang."

After a brief introduction, Luo Biao bowed to the lady in black, with a sweet smile that was more flattering than Ling Zihan's to him, and almost bent over and left the room.

The atmosphere in the room became almost frozen in silence.

The lady in black broke the silence first: "I watched your game. You played well yesterday."

Ling Zihan nodded: "Thank you!"

He didn't understand the other party's attitude and requirements at all.

But one thing is certain: this lady in black named "Sister Sang" is obviously very different from the desire Luo Biao described before. From the moment she walked into the room to now, Ling Zihan didn't notice it from the other person's body, expression, eyes and other details.

Has the slightest hormonal component.

The lady in black opened the women's handbag that had been slung on her arm, took out three silver coins, placed them gently on the coffee table, and pushed them in front of Ling Zihan.

"Yesterday was your first game, but you left right after the fight, so you didn't get my reward."

As she spoke, the lady in black raised her right index finger, then retracted it, and then raised her index finger and middle finger again.

"This is the reward for yesterday and today."

The corners of Ling Zihan's eyes twitched slightly, and she couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

He suddenly remembered a post he had seen on the public Internet a long time ago. The general idea was that there was a mysterious man in the city who liked to give rewards to winning boxers, but he didn't know his name, gender or identity.

"If you can still win tomorrow, I will give you double the reward."

The tone and rhythm of her speech were rigid and cold, without any emotion.

Then she stood up and looked at Ling Zihan condescendingly: "Put the money away. Remember, my name is Sister Sang."

The other party used an imperative tone. Ling Zihan didn't want to cause trouble, so he put away the silver dollars on the table.

The lady in black didn't look at him again, turned around, walked past the coffee table, opened the door and left.

Luo Biao stayed outside and watched the lady in black disappear at the end of the corridor. Then he walked into the room, patted Ling Zihan on the shoulder, and laughed in a low voice: "This girl is cool, isn't she?

Actually, I don’t like this bitter gourd face either.”

Ling Zihan spread his hands and showed the three silver coins in his palm, with an expression on his face as innocent and simple as a child: "Brother Biao, she gave this to me, but she didn't make any request."
Chapter completed!