its 057: meeting

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Hidden in the stream of people, Gong Ping stared at the tall and strong man coldly, but the man was not aware of it at all. He just shook hands with the important figures who came to the opening ceremony in the company of the other two people.

"Is it that guy?" Gong Ping asked in a low voice.

"That's right, I also recognize them ashes!" Fang Xinxing, who wore a cap and blocked most of his face, looked at the three people and gritted his teeth and said. Brother Gong Ping, you really guessed it. It's really them who rented our boxing gym!"

"What was expected." Gong Ping said in a low voice.

"Look at them!" Fang Xinxing's eyes were on fire, and he rushed up immediately and knocked all three guys to the ground.

"Don't worry, this matter should be discussed in the long-term." Gong Ping whispered, "Don't worry, they took it from you. I will definitely let them all be returned."

"Brother Gong Ping, don't take risks." Fang Xinxing said worriedly that the concern in his eyes was completely from his heart.

Gong Ping smiled and said, "Don't worry, I don't have to take risks, I can let everyone turn over. Let's go. Don't watch them get angry here. Your current task is to study hard and make progress every day, get into a good university, and don't let your father's expectations of you fail.

As he spoke, Gong Ping stared at the three people again. Behind the three people stood a tall doom monster, who had four arms and two faces on his head, one left and one right.

That's exactly Gong Ping's murderous intention.

"Three unlucky guys." Yun snorted coldly in the air, "I've been targeted by my life, but it's better than you." As it spoke, it restored its original appearance from Gong Ping's image - its new ability, as long as Gong Ping stared at other people's bad luck, it would automatically start, which made it feel more or less helpless.

The two returned to Fang Quan's home. As soon as they entered the door, Fang Quan came up and asked nervously, "How's it going?" Is it them?"

"That's right." Fang Xinxing groaned angrily, "Brother Gong Ping's guess is right at all! I really want to take off their sign now!"

"It's up to me to teach them a lesson." Gong Ping smiled and said, "Don't worry, none of them can run away. Don't act rashly during this period. Anyway, the money from the gym is enough for you two to spend a while. Then take a rest first. Sooner or later, the boxing hall will return to your hands. At that time, we will show our strength.

"Gong Ping, don't blame Uncle Fang for not believing in you." Fang Quan hesitated for a while and finally said, "You always say that you will teach them a lesson and take back the boxing hall, but... I think about it, and I can't think of any way you can achieve this..."

"Dad, how can you not believe Brother Gong Ping?" Hearing his father questioning Gong Ping, Fang Xinxing frowned and pushed his father angrily. Fang Quan was so scared that he immediately smiled and said, "I don't mean that. I just want to ask Gong Ping what his plan is."

"I can't say it." Gong Ping took off his coat and slowly walked into the practice room. Uncle Fang, send me to hell."

"Let's go." Fang Quan smiled and followed, "Your boy's progress is too fast. It's only been two weeks. You have fully adapted to the solid ball and my fist, and the strength of your wrists and fist joints has also improved frighteningly. What hell can I give you? Come on, you can practice the basic skills by yourself for a while, and then I will accompany you to hit the target and practice technical movements. By the way, did you go back to practice the flat hook you taught you yesterday?

Since Yu Qianyu's residence and safety problems were solved, Gong Ping has become much easier. In the past two weeks, he has still reported to the hair salon on time, and he has to chat with Yu Qianyu and occasionally look at Chen Dachong. The rest of the time is spent on practicing boxing. He is eager to make himself stronger.

With the support of this idea, he gritted his teeth to survive the most difficult training in the early stage. A week later, he has adapted to the high-intensity practice. In two weeks, his fighting ability and attack power have improved significantly, and the most important thing is not these improvements, but that he has fully adapted to this kind of training. And this kind of training is regarded as a part of life. Fang Quan said that only those who can make the training life-oriented will become real masters, such as Bruce Lee.

Of course, Gong Ping did not dare to expect that he could become Bruce Lee, but he was very happy to hear that he had the potential to become a master, so he practiced more diligently. In just two weeks, he not only improved his physical fitness, endurance, hardness and other basic skills, but also practiced straight boxing skills very proficiently, so just yesterday, Fang Quan taught him another kind of boxing - flat hook.

"Uncle Fang, take the target." The plane of the palace stood slowly in front of Fang Quan. After beating briskly twice, his waist suddenly turned to the left, driving his elbow to bend his right arm at a 90-degree angle. He aimed at the target in Fang Quan's hand with a punch. A crisp sound resounded through the practice room, and Fang Quan's hand was beaten out to the right.

"Good boy, you are a natural hooker!" Fang Quan was shocked by this fast and fierce punch, and it was not until half a day later that he shouted in surprise. Good boy, good boy, practice well. I feel that you can definitely practice hooks to a world-class level!"

"Really?" Gong Ping asked with a smile, and he was skeptical.

"Brother Gongping, you are so awesome!" Fang Xinxing's eyes flashed with the light of stars, and he excitedly grabbed Gong Ping's arm: "Tyson dominates the world with a hook! Brother Gong Ping, practice hard. If you don't make it, you can become the first boxing champion in China!"

"Real?" Gong Ping smiled awkwardly, "You look down on me too much."

At this moment, the phone suddenly rang. Gong Ping looked at Wen Yating's number. After connecting, Wen Yating immediately said, "The board of directors will be held at two o'clock in the afternoon. There will be a big event. If you don't want to miss it, come back immediately and help me with the meeting. I don't have much time now. I can't answer any questions you have. Anyway, come back quickly.

After saying that, she hung up like this.

"They are finally going to do it." Thinking of this, Gong Ping couldn't help but be a little excited. He put away his mobile phone, hurriedly said goodbye to Fang's father and daughter, and went out of the door at the fastest speed. As soon as he ran to the lower half of the floor, Fang Xinxing chased him out from the door and shouted, "Brother Gong Ping!"

"What?" Gong Ping stopped and looked up.

"Your expression just now..." Fang Xinxing frowned, "I feel like you're going to deal with something big. Be careful."

"I will." Gong Ping smiled, which made Fang Xinxing feel very at ease.

He rushed to the company and hurriedly found Wen Yating. Before he could speak, Wen Yating pulled him straight to the conference hall. After pointing to this and that, he hurriedly ran away and didn't know where to go. Gong Ping complained bitterly and bravely commanded the people of the logistics department to arrange the venue, put the director's nameplates, and even Connect the display to the laptop.

After all this, the time had come. Mu Shan hurried in and asked Gong Ping to bring out a few reports from his notebook. The meeting came suddenly. He didn't have time to prepare for him. He didn't have time to make a PPT manuscript. He simply referred to the data and came directly to the scene.

Gong Ping looked at the man in his fifties frowning and reading the materials carefully and preparing for his speech, and more or less felt that he was a little heroic. He couldn't help sighing and shaking his head slowly.

If this man does not have such a bad hobby and does not care about other people's lives in order to satisfy his dirty desires, he can definitely become a man's role model with his ability.

"What a pity." Gong Ping looked at him and thought to himself, "A dirty and despicable person like you, no matter how strong the ability is, it's just a pile of garbage!" Garbage should be cleaned up, otherwise it will eventually make the world dirty!"

Time passed quickly and no longer gave Mu Shan more time to prepare. He looked at his watch anxiously and complained in a low voice: "These damn directors, I don't know what kind of wind they have. Suddenly, they asked me to report these useful financial accounts, and they didn't give me any time to prepare. Damn, I'll just tell you something. Don't be fucking unhappy if you don't understand!"

Gong Ping looked at him while operating his notebook. It can be imagined that the board of directors must have been initiated by Huang Jing. Its purpose is not to listen to the financial account report, but to give Mu Shan a thunderous and fatal blow!

"Come on, let me see how much these two smart women can do." Gong Ping smiled secretly, looking forward to the moment when the heavy week came.

Two points, this decisive moment has finally arrived. The directors came to the company in groups, walked into the conference room in groups, hit their own nameplates, and sat down. The chairman was still as late as before, but it was only a few minutes late. Mu Shan found that the chairman's expression was very serious, and he was somewhat puzzled.

"What the hell, I don't have any tail for you to catch anyway." While thinking about this, Mu Shan greeted him with a smile and personally helped the chairman to sit in his seat.

"Chairman, everyone is here. Can we start?" After Mu Shan and everyone else sat down, he asked the chairman with a smile. The chairman raised his eyelids, looked at him up and down several times, and finally nodded.

"Let's go."

"Okay, then it's up to me to report some recent accounts to the directors." After clearing his throat, Mu Shan began his eloquent speech. The directors listened with expressionless faces, and the chairman always frowned. This made Mu Shan vaguely feel a little uneasy, but he couldn't explain why he was uneasy, so he took his thoughts back and focused on the report.

Just as he was excited, a director suddenly made a gesture asking him to stop.

"Enough, Mr. Mu. Your account statement is really gratifying to us, but I still have a set of reports in my hand. I don't know how you will feel after reading it.

With that, he gestured to the waiter guarding the door. The employee immediately opened the door, and a woman walked in with a small laptop.