Chapter 137 Opportunity on

Chapter 137 [Opportunity] (Part I guess from Ciro's age that his father should have been born in the 1950s.

At that time, almost all people regarded Chairman Mao as an idol, so it was normal for Ciro's father to hold this vinyl record.

Just in a foreign country, listening to the chairman's poems resounding through the streets and alleys of the capitalist world, there is really a kind of exciting feeling that is difficult to describe... I suddenly have a crazy idea. If I have a chance to go to the United States, I heard that people are allowed to demonstrate in front of the White House in Washington, One day, I really wanted to carry the record player to the White House, and then point the loudspeaker at the window of the White House and put Chairman Mao's poems for a day! Let the poems of the great revolutionary leaders resound through the core of this capitalist hegemonic power! Young people are crazy. I casually told Ciro about this idea, and he was also a little excited and agreed with it.

In this way, I quickly got acquainted with this guy.

Ba Ye's place is very good... I can't say it's a good place.

I always feel that the atmosphere here is like the state-owned enterprise 20 years ago in China, or like the army.

Everyone lives in the dormitory and eats a big pot of rice. The atmosphere is very good.

Ciro took me to the "canteen" in the evening.

I was a little funny when I heard this word.

Canteen! The word is rarely heard even in China now. Even some large old state-owned enterprises or colleges and universities have been renamed restaurants.

The canteen here is actually modified by a large warehouse, in which there are several rows of tables, chairs and stools, and everyone carries a plastic plate to the window one by one to eat.

The food is also good. Pork balls are stewed with Chinese cabbage. The rice is still a little hard, but I am very satisfied.

I saw Master Ba eating here, but I didn't see Uncle 7.

Uncle Seven doesn't seem to know where he went.

The eighth master sat on the front round table with five or six people.

They are all about the same age as Ba Ye.

A man of about 50 years old, they whispered something while eating. The eighth master's expression was a little serious, and his face was a little gloomy.

When other people, wearing the overalls in the vehicle yard and walking through the Eighth Master's table with plates, they subconsciously took it lightly and did not dare to make mistakes.

I can see that these people's respect for the Eighth Master is sincere! I waited for two days.

I stayed here for two days.

But the eighth master didn't come to me again.

I was arranged to wash my car in the garage these two days.

My job is to carry a bucket of water and then wash the car.

Talk in the morning during the day, and the work ends at 3 p.m., and then go to the underground gym with Ciro and others to practice.

It can be said that when I first came here, I had a very reassuring feeling. The atmosphere here was very good, which gave me the kind of finding an organization.

I found the feeling of home.

But it's been two days, and I'm a little depressed again.

Because! I didn't come to Canada to wash my car! I don't know what the Eighth Master wants to arrange for me and what he wants me to do.

But at least I'm sure of my own idea. I crossed the Pacific Ocean and crossed the sea, not just to be a little car washer! I'm starting to feel a little depressed.

But only when I practice boxing with Ciro in the afternoon will I be a little happier.

These rough men around.

They are all very good people! I work out with them every day, occasionally playing two games with boxers and hoods, sweating all over, and then more than a dozen men take a shower naked together, which is also very pleasant.

But Ciro asked me for boxing. I hesitated for a moment and told him that my punch was the teacher's killing trick.

It can't be easily passed on to others.

It's not that I'm stingy, but that I can't break my master's rules.

Ciro is a little disappointed, but he will be fine later.

I can't teach him that heavy hand, but I can still teach him some traditional martial arts boxing.

This boy has a little athletic talent. His body's flexibility and coordination are first-class, and he is willing to endure hardships. Even when I taught him to Zama at the beginning, I just began to scream a few bitters, but later I gritted my teeth and persisted! The other men all laughed, but only those young people could laugh, and some older men, in their thirties or forties, did not laugh.

I can see that these people have eyesight and know that this is real kung fu.

The days have passed so heartlessly.

After a week, Master Ba still didn't look for me.

And these days, I can't even see the eighth master.

He doesn't come to the canteen for dinner anymore... I even doubt if he forgot me.

I regard my daily work as a vent... and even practice boxing as a vent! When I was practicing boxing with those guys, I became more and more irritable.

"Damn it!" I gave it sideways, and my legs swept over like a whirlwind.

Although Ciro has raised his arms to protect his chest, he was still swept on the ground by me.

I couldn't help scolding, and then lay on the ground and gasped: "You're crazy! Why did you feel like you ate gunpowder these two days? I stood and gritted my teeth and threw away the boxing, then went over and reached out to pull him up.

I feel a fire buried in my heart! I've been burning in my heart for the past two days, which makes me feel uncomfortable! I'm going crazy! I pulled up Ciro without saying a word, and then shook my head to signal him not to fight.

I think I'm in the wrong mood. Keep fighting. I'm afraid of hurting Ciro.

To be honest, after a week of delicious food, I feel that my body has basically fully recovered.

And I exercise every day this week... You know, when I was in China, I had too many stable days, and I haven't practiced for a long time! My face was gloomy, and I slowly walked to the corner of the wall. A brother was holding a sandbag to fight. I went to his side, patted him, and motioned him to give way.

He looked back at me and immediately stepped aside.

I have played several boxing games with these brothers this week. Except for two or three old guys and Ciro, who can play with me for a while, no one else can pass the two of me.

Now the way these people look at me is very different from when they first came.

I hugged the sandbag, fixed it to prevent it from shaking, and then slowly retreated, one step, two steps, three steps.

I took a deep breath, and then made two preparations in place.

At this time, everyone around me could see what I was going to do. Some people stopped the movements in their hands and looked at me.

I took a few deep breaths, then suddenly exhaled and shouted! Then I rushed to the sandbag. About two or three steps away from it, I suddenly kicked the ground under my feet! I bounced up, then twisted my waist in mid-air, raised my legs and kicked sideways! The muffled sound almost spread all over the underground gym, and then I saw the sandbag shaken violently and flew out with a snap! The rope hanging above popped off, and the sandbag hit the corner of the wall heavily. The whole outer leather burst out, and the gravel inside was scattered all over the ground! **!" Ciro was the first to exclaim, and then the whole audience was taking a cold breath.

I heard someone sigh in a low voice, "Damn, is this boy still a human? Damn, he is the reincarnation of Bruce Lee..." In addition, someone laughed and scolded, "Idiot, this is real kung fu! It's the thing of our ancestors!" After Ciro shouted, he looked at me in a stare, watching me standing there gasping, and the muscles on his face were beating.

At this time, our boss, the oldest middle-aged man, came over and patted Ciro in the back, and then said to him, "Xiao Wu's mood is not in the right mood these two days. Don't practice with him. Be careful not to hurt yourself."

After taking a shower, Ciro and I went back to the room after dinner.

Ciro suddenly remembered something and exclaimed, "Damn, by the way, there is a war report tonight! Look!" " What war report?" I was stunned for a moment.

Ciro shook his head: "Didn't you hear what they were talking about at dinner at night? We had a fight with the Vietnamese!" I shook my head. When I was eating, I was depressed. How could I be in the mood to listen to them chat? Ciro has turned on the very dilapidated TV, and it's still in color! Then he was transferred to a channel and saw a female announcer who looked like an Asian was broadcasting the news.

To my surprise, what she said was in Chinese. Ciro explained with a smile, "This is Vancouver! A quarter of Vancouver's population is Asian, of which Chinese make up the majority, so there are Chinese TV programs and Chinese newspapers here!" I nodded.

Ciro stopped talking to me and watched the TV attentively. Then he shouted excitedly, "I'm coming!" ...News from our station..." The female announcer on TV reported in a serious tone: "In the early hours of this morning, there was a vicious shooting and murder at a gas station in Donghai Sting in the city! Two Asian men were suddenly shot by unidentified snatchers while parking, and they were shot several times! According to the sighting of the staff of the gas station supermarket, the two victims were stopping and refueling, while the gunman appeared from both sides at the same time. Without any conversation between the two sides, they immediately fired several shots at the victim with a pistol, and then drove the victim's car to quickly escape from the scene! In addition, according to the latest news, the two victims have died on the way to the hospital for emergency treatment. The identity of the victims has been verified, and it has been confirmed that neither of them has any legal identity. The police suspect that the two are Vietnamese stowaways.

At present, the police suspect that the shooting case is related to the underworld feud..."