Chapter 66: Flies Rubbing Hands
It was obviously something that Uncle Cheng was not comfortable bringing up in the past.
His mother is so famous that people who introduce these business companies will pay attention to what Uncle Cheng is doing.
At least he can't say this, as he can't afford to lose face.
But after seeing Uncle Cheng making faces, Jing Xiaoqiang felt that the child was being squeezed too hard and needed to relax properly.
Otherwise, when his mother passes away, I don’t know how unrestrained he will become.
I skillfully asked the boss of Media Asia if there was any place for entertainment and relaxation in the evening.
This is perfect for Jing Xiaoqiang.
The boss smiled and said that of course there was, it was a trend brought over by Taiwanese and Hong Kong businessmen.
Moreover, it is not easy for it to breed under the spotlight of Shanghai, which is the target of public criticism. It grows wildly under the spotlight in the surrounding areas.
Xiaoqiang, you really know your business.
Uncle Cheng was so excited that he kept his head down to pick up the food, for fear of revealing his emotions.
At this time, all the delicacies in the world would probably be tasteless to him.
Jing Xiaoqiang held back his laughter and said that he had to drive, so he basically didn't drink, just ate something healthy and quick before setting off.
People thought that this young man was very impatient.
He spoke with great pride about the famous nightclub here.
Moreover, similar to the names of companies like Asia Pacific and Global, these new generation nightclubs in the mainland are either called Paradise on Earth or Rich Man, and their decoration is also magnificent with a rustic feel.
Jing Xiaoqiang himself was really not interested. Besides, women in nightclubs in this era had to bear great social, moral and public pressure, so the source was not wide, the quality was uneven, and the service quality was not very high.
Simply put, he wasn't even interested in looking at her appearance, for fear that he would be unable to resist helping people put on makeup, with flaming red lips that looked like ghosts.
But Uncle Cheng was so happy that he was busy even if he just surrounded the booths to watch the performances on the stage.
Stockings generate static electricity.
Jing Xiaoqiang had to continue chatting about business with the Media Asia boss to distract his attention.
Those who can achieve this level of business these days are indeed extremely brave and courageous, one in a million.
Jing Xiaoqiang also asked a lot of questions. If sports bras can really take off, this swimwear factory can indeed switch to full production.
However, it is more difficult for manufacturers of cosmetics, which involve many chemicals.
The requirements in all aspects are relatively high.
As they were chatting happily, they didn't notice that Uncle Cheng had been dragged to the dance floor by the lady. He must have been touched so hard that his pants were about to become pilled, so she begged him to dance with them.
Uncle Cheng was so excited at his first try at sex that he immediately stuck his butt out on the dance floor and started playing like a kid who had just gotten home from school.
Under the lights, on the dance floor, twisting hips and swaying waists.
With his right hand he embraced the waist of the flower-dropping bucket from the township factory, and with his left hand he gently grasped the carrot-like fingers covered with calluses.
His overly cheerful look attracted a lot of attention.
I guess with his typical Shanghainese attire, he looked like a fat sheep, so a few local hooligans surrounded him and provoked him, starting to push and shove him after just a few words.
Uncle Cheng, who is in his fifties, wears a casual stand-up collar shirt and plaid overalls. He combs his Mediterranean hair into a hollow greenhouse as much as possible. If you ignore his nose hair, he has a rather elegant demeanor.
Who would have thought that he has been a physical education teacher, learning boxing, and keeping fit for so many years.
There was an immediate counterattack, and those three or five little hooligans couldn't do anything to him.
But the local tyrants were numerous and powerful, and soon more than ten or twenty people rushed up with great momentum.
Uncle Cheng then started asking Xiaoqiang for help.
The boss of Media Asia was shocked and prepared to call his acquaintance at the police station.
Jing Xiaoqiang smiled and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Thank you for your hospitality. You go first, lest you, a local, make enemies here. I'll take care of this matter."
The Media Asia boss looked at his physique and inexplicably gained confidence: "How can I let you stay here alone? I'll accompany you."
Jing Xiaoqiang waved his hand: "Remember to give me samples as soon as possible, fifty to one hundred pieces, I need them urgently."
He walked up to them leisurely, pushing aside the noisy crowd watching the dancers, the old man and the ladies.
No need to talk nonsense, just swing your arm and punch!
In less than three months, when I first came to Shanghai, my arms and legs were very thin, but now I am so strong!
In that fight with the old gang from Shanghai, his muscles and bones were very strained.
Now it’s a world of difference.
It is also completely different from the explosive power of Uncle Cheng, who is in his fifties.
The sandbag-like fist is like a sledgehammer.
Yiquan Oil and Sauce Shop!
The thug was beaten so hard that his face was covered with bruises.
Two fists silk shop!
The thug was beaten till he was limp.
Three Punch Water and Land Dojo!
The thug was beaten so hard that he cried out in pain.
As the saying goes, the purpose of fitness is to enable others to speak properly.
It was after Jing Xiaoqiang did some fitness in his previous life that he felt that everyone was quite polite.
However, there were guns everywhere in that environment, so apart from winning people over with virtue, he was still quite cautious.
Back to the current security conditions in the country, it is simply unscrupulous.
The Media Asia boss stared in amazement as the father-in-law and son-in-law swept through the group of thugs like chopping melons and vegetables!
Uncle Cheng was extremely happy. Perhaps in all his years of practicing boxing, he had never experienced such a satisfying and exhilarating real fight.
Jing Xiaoqiang had to remind him how to adjust some of the restrictions on the boxing ring here.
We must also be careful not to cause harm.
As he spoke, he worked non-stop and soon laid down all the idiots on the ground.
The young lady who was full of disdain before, now comes to hold Uncle Cheng's arm in a coquettish voice.
Jing Xiaoqiang threatened Uncle Cheng to leave quickly, otherwise if someone came with knives and guns, he would have to go to the police station and ask his mother to bail him out.
Uncle Cheng's rising sexual desire was extinguished, and he kissed her goodbye and ran away.
He walked out of the house in a swagger and drove away in his Cadillac in full view of everyone.
The emotion after the fight is still excitement.
Uncle Cheng couldn't help sing at the top of his lungs.
I was so happy that I rubbed my hands together the whole time. It was so much fun. I will come again next time!
It would be great if there was a place like this in downtown Shanghai. We would definitely go there and apply for VIP status.
Jing Xiaoqiang didn't send him back until almost midnight, and he took him back to the hotel with experience to take a shower and change clothes so as not to let the old lady find out.
But the next day in the classroom, Du Ruolan still noticed something: "You didn't go back to the dormitory to sleep again."
Jing Xiaoqiang confessed: "I came to the university just to find a place to stay. At least I can transfer my household registration here temporarily to avoid being chased back as a migrant worker. I have a lot of things to do outside the school."
Du Ruolan reminded: "There are many dormitory inspections for freshmen. If others secretly report you, you will be in trouble. Our school is very strict about those who go to the film crew while in school. We have to deal with several of them every year. Don't let anyone catch you."
Jing Xiaoqiang smiled: "If you're not with me all the time, I'll at least be less jealous."
Du Ruolan was curious: "Is that small part because of Pan Yunyan, Luo Li, or the beautiful lady that day? Can you introduce her situation?"
Jing Xiaoqiang glanced at her and said, "Is it okay? Now you don't feel that pain in your heart anymore?"
Du Ruolan herself found it miraculous: "Really, those three days during the National Day were worse than death. I finally experienced what it means to wash my face with tears. I felt listless and listless. But after thinking through this emotion, it doesn't seem to be a big deal. She is really not your girlfriend, right? She looks so tall, about 1.7 meters."
Jing Xiaoqiang said disdainfully: "You should get yourself together first before you start dating. The four years of college have just begun. Do you want to be like that senior sister Yuan and give up on yourself after getting hurt?"
Du Ruolan immediately counterattacked: "Is it because you have been through such a heartbreak that you don't believe in true love?"
Jing Xiaoqiang was surprised: "When did I say I don't believe it? I believe in true love, but it may not happen to me. More importantly, at this stage I just want to make money. Only those with money are qualified to talk about love. Poor couples will be sad for a hundred days."
Du Ruolan was still naive: "You don't have to be so realistic, right?"
Jing Xiaoqiang said skillfully: "If a boy has no money, he will save up to buy a brand-name bag. She has to take it to the counter to check the goods. But if he has money, even if he takes a girl to eat at a roadside stall, it will feel real enough. On the contrary, if a girl is not pretty enough, even if she becomes a shrew who does laundry and cooking, she will feel that her life is dull. But if she is a goddess, even unreasonable troubles are considered cute. What do you think is true love?"
Du Ruolan kept blinking, trying to digest and absorb the food.
But I also enjoyed this kind of communication: "Well, let's stop here for today. I will review it slowly. I still need to attend classes and learn to be an excellent person. Thank you for your teachings , Master ."
Jing Xiaoqiang really taught: "No matter what kind of relationship it is, try to get along with each other easily and at the same time maintain mutual respect. Don't allow the other party to disrespect you just because you are infatuated with him, right? I am just saying this from my family, so just listen to it."
Du Ruolan nodded thoughtfully.
When the get out of class was over, Pan Yunyan was curious: "What are you talking about?"
Jing Xiaoqiang was distressed: "The possibility of me being reported has increased again!"
Du Ruolan laughed happily.
Days like this are really happy.
However, only the first three days of cultural courses can be met. Every week, there are three days of cultural courses and three days of professional courses, and two days off every week. It will take several years before the policy is released.
Jing Xiaoqiang also had to continue attending the professional courses that he could not skip.
To be honest, he really doesn't want to show off.
