Chapter 136 Newcomer

Chapter 136 [Newcomer] (Part 2) "...one punch...one punch to hit the sandbag!" Someone behind me exclaimed in a low voice. I turned around, and many people's faces carried my surprise.

The expression on my face was very indifferent. I bent down to pick up the boxing on the ground, and then slowly came over and gave it back to the young man.

He stared straight at me, and suddenly a word came out of his mouth.

"Can you punch so hard without warming up?" His words immediately reminded everyone else, and as a result, the surprised expression on everyone's face deepened.

Anyone who has punched knows that heavy punching is a skill.

If you make a more detailed statistic, you will find that in all professional boxing matches, the average boxer uses heavy boxing to defeat the opponent, and rarely in the first round.

Why? Because in the first round, the boxers are testing each other, and more importantly, they should move their bodies and adjust their best state, strength and speed.

You need to move your body to make the most powerful punch in the best state! This metaphor is the same as that in professional basketball games, ordinary players have to wait for several shots to find the best feel.

And I used the principles of Chinese martial arts. When I punched, I mobilized the strength of my whole body. My waist and legs actually exerted strength at the same time. I saw that I punched the sandbag. In fact, the strength of my whole body that night.

This young man stared at me, his eyes were no longer so indifferent, but with a little moxibustion fever! Slowly took over the boxing.

Take a look, and suddenly a strange look flashed in his eyes.

He threw it on the ground casually, gritted his teeth and said, "I won't take this thing with me anymore."

"Hahaha..." The eighth master standing in Nanchang suddenly laughed loudly, came over and patted me gently on the shoulder, smiled and said gently, "Xiao Wu.

I'm good at boxing, and I have some skills! Um... Now I'm a melancholy angel to understand why the fat man introduced you here.

Your boxing skills are very good. I'll find someone to teach you how to practice firearms later. You will be a good horse in the future!" To be honest.

A trace of confusion flashed in my heart.

More than a little... Well, a little vaguely unhappy.

A good horse? I understand. I think I will be a very good hitter or a very good head horse.

However, do I still have to rely on kung fu to work hard and rely on these to make a living? It's like this at home, coming abroad.

Or is it like this? I didn't show it on my face. After all, I just came here. I'm not familiar with the place, so I can't make any requirements.

At least now I can settle down here... This is what I need most so far.

Let's take care of the present first.

Then the eighth master found someone to come over. It was a middle-aged man in this group, who looked very stable: "Let's arrange a room for him."

Then he looked at me: "Xiao Wu, you live with me first.

"He didn't say what would happen in the future.

I didn't ask, I just nodded.

The melancholy angel who beats the middle-aged man seems to be the head of this group of men here. He is very big and powerful. Looking at the walking posture, it is the army's stay.

He looked at me with a little admiration and said with a smile, "Young man, come with me.

Find a place for you to live... Ciro, he will live with you."

As he shouted, I heard a slightly surprised voice: "Huh? OK!" I took a look and found that it was such a coincidence that it happened to be this young man. He was still looking at the sandbag that was beaten by me in a daze.

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, grinned and said, "Well, do you have any questions?" I scratched the back of my head and smiled bitterly: "Well... Yes... When to eat? I am very hungry.

To tell you the truth, I just jumped off the boat.

I just got ashore two hours ago and have been floating on the sea for more than half a month, and now my feet are still weak!" What I said made everyone laugh.

The atmosphere here is good. These are all very rough men. Everyone laughed for a while and came up to say hello to me, saying that they welcomed me to join.

And the eighth master has left.

I said hello to more than a dozen people, and I couldn't remember those names at once, but remembered the names of the young man who was about to live with me.

His name is Ciro, a strange name.

Then I finally got the food.

A large bowl of rice is covered with two large pieces of very fat braised pork. It is fat, lean, and very greasy. After a bite, the mouth is full of oil, and the teeth are full of meat! There are also a few green vegetables, which are stir-fried.

The rice is a little hard, and the taste of the dish is a little light, but I ate it very sweet.

I was next to this gym, sitting on the ground casually, holding a bowl and swallowing with chopsticks.

As I ate, I couldn't help crying in my heart.

God is pitiful! I, Chen Yang, drank the rain and the sea breeze on the sea. How many times I thought I was dead. Now E can still let me eat the most popular white rice, and braised pork... A bowl of rice, I don't have any waste. After eating, I can't wait to lick the plate. The bowl is covered by me. There are no grains left.

The middle-aged man looked at me and couldn't help sighing, "Damn, you look beautiful. How can you eat better than a tiger?"

I smiled bitterly: "I've been hungry for several days, and there is no oil and water in my stomach..." Then I asked him with embarrassment, "Is there anything else?" It's gone."

The middle-aged man apologized: "There is nothing in the kitchen, and the rice bowl hasn't been finished yet. This is the rest of the time at noon.

You put it on first, and I'll take care of it for you at night!" I stood up with a smile, returned the bowl to him, and then patted my stomach and sighed, "Bummy, belly, we can't imagine that there will be another day to eat rice!" The middle-aged man was a little confused. Looking at my feeling, he couldn't help frowning: "Is it so hard to jump off the boat now? Is there nothing to eat on the boat?" I shook my head: "I don't know.

It's just that I met a pirate halfway, and then I went on a life-saving expedition and didn't eat for two or three days.

"Speaking of this, I think of Xiaofeng... Thinking of this strange woman, I couldn't help feeling a little sore in my heart, and I couldn't help looking gloomy for a while.

Middle-aged people still want to ask more questions.

The Sironi packed up his things and came over. He put on his coat and trousers, and was also dressed in the work clothes of the repair yard, but it was very clean: "Let's go."

I'll take you to where you live.

"I followed Silo out.

I didn't know until I walked out of the garage that it was the private property of the eighth master in this garage.

It is said to be the largest Chinese car repair yard in Vancouver, and everyone here... is "one of their own"! Food, clothing and accommodation.

Basically, the eighth master has paid for it. The eighth master's opponent is very good. Silo joked, "You can save all your salary!" Usually, you don't have to spend a penny.

But...Of course, if you want to find a woman, you have to pay for it yourself.

"I paused for a moment.

He hesitated for a moment and looked at me: "You're new here, and I can take you around. Well, there's nothing near here. It's relatively remote and there's no bustling commercial area... But if you want to find a woman.

You can go to Hestin Street. Of course, there are prostitutes there! Take a look at me.

There was a smile on his face: "Are you looking for a woman?" Thank you. I don't need a woman.

"I politely vetoed, and then hesitated: "Is there a supermarket nearby?" I want to buy cigarettes.

"Ciro immediately took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to me. I took a look, and it was actually Hongta Mountain! It's too rare to see this thing abroad!" Foreign cigarettes are all mixed. We can't get used to it. It's better to bring them from China and find the private goods brought by the crew.

Take it first.

"I took it with a smile.

When he talked about the crew, I don't know why, I immediately thought of the lovely bastard and took me two large bags of dollars, Captain Wick.

I live with Ciro.

We live in a small building next to the repair yard and next to the street.

As soon as I entered this small building, I immediately felt a little kind... Really! This is like a dormitory in a school or factory in China. There are three floors in total, each of which is a long corridor, and there are many rooms on both sides.

A brother in my room went to Toronto, and now it's free. It's just the time for you to live.

"Ciro seems to be very enthusiastic about me... I guess it may be the effect of my punch.

There is nothing to say in the room. It's messy, a little dirty, there are cigarette butts in the corner, and underwear on the sofa... and it's very dirty.

The room is not big. Two people sleep in one room and two beds.

A small living room outside.

There are a few dumbbells and a very shabby TV set.

What surprises me in particular is that there is an old-fashioned record player here! It's very old-fashioned for vinyl records!! I looked at Silo in surprise. He smiled and showed his white teeth that had not been yellowed by tobacco: "This is mine. I like this thing."

I put my bag in my ** and didn't pack anything. Anyway, I have nothing to pack.

I'm very interested in watching Ciro play with his record player.

I said, "Do you really like this thing? Nowadays, young people listen to MP4. Who still uses this?

Ciro suddenly looked a little serious. He gave me a deep look and said in a low tone, "This...this is the only thing my parents left me! This is my father's, and he liked it best in his life.

"You... Are you from China? It's still local... "I'm local.

"Ciro smiled. He was born as a handsome, tall, fair and handsome man, but his eyes were a little melancholy: "My father came to Canada with the eighth master, but he died early."

I didn't say anything.

Ciro smiled brightly and suddenly blinked: "Do you want to hear something interesting?" Huh?" He turned out a vinyl record, and I looked at the strange, colorful and red look on the cover.

He has adjusted the loudspeaker, then pushed the window open and turned the record player's loudspeaker to the street outside the window! Turn the sound to the highest again!! After a while, the loudspeaker of the record player released a very vigorous and heroic music! Then a very pleasant and thick tenorian began to recite with a tone full of infinite affection... "Qinyuan Spring * Snow North Country scenery thousands of miles of ice and snow..." I was stunned! Shit! This is actually an antique recitation of Chairman Mao's music and poetry!! So, on this sunny afternoon, it resounded through the streets of the "capitalist world" in Vancouver...