Chapter 136 [First Arrival] (Part 2)

"…one punch…one punch hit the sandbag!"

Someone from behind exclaimed in a low voice, and I turned around, and many people had the surprise I expected on their faces. I looked very calm on my face, bent down and picked up the boxing gloves on the ground, then slowly walked over and gave them to the young man.

His eyes were staring at me, and suddenly a sentence popped out of his mouth.

"You can punch such a heavy punch without warming up?"

His words immediately reminded everyone else, and the surprise expression on everyone's face became deeper!

Anyone who has punched a boxer knows that heavy punches are skillful. If you do a more detailed statistics, you will find that in all professional boxing matches, boxers usually use heavy punches to knock down their opponents, and rarely do they in the first round.

Why? Because in the first round, the boxers were still testing each other. What is more important is to move their bodies and adjust their best state, strength, and speed.

Only when your body is active can you use the best condition to produce the most powerful punch!

This metaphor, in professional basketball games, usually players have to wait a few shots before they can find the best feel.

I used the principles of Chinese martial arts. When I punched, I mobilized the strength of my whole body. In fact, I exerted force at the same time. When I saw me punching the sandbag, it was actually the strength of my whole body.

The young man stared at me, his eyes no longer so cold, but with a little heat! He slowly took the gloves and glanced at him. Suddenly, a strange gaze flashed in his eyes, and threw it on the ground, gritting his teeth and said, "I won't bring this thing in the future."

"Hahaha..." The eighth master who was standing behind suddenly laughed loudly, came over and patted me on the shoulder, and smiled and said with a gentle smile: "Xiao Wu. He is good at boxing, and he has some skills! Well... I understand why Fatty now introduces you. You are very good at it. When you look back, I will find someone to teach you how to practice firearms. You will be a good horse in the future!"

To be honest, a trace of confusion flashed through my heart, and more of it was a bit...

Well, there is a little unhappiness.

A good horse?

I understand, probably I would be a very powerful thug or a very powerful thug.

But, do I still have to rely on my kung fu to fight and make a living by relying on these things?

This is true in the country, when you come abroad, or is it like this?

I didn't show it on my face. After all, I just came here and was not familiar with the place. I couldn't make any requests. At least I can make a place here now... This is what I need most at the moment.

Let's take a look at the front of you first.

Then the Eighth Master found someone to come over. He was a middle-aged man among these people. He looked very steady: "Arrang a room for him." Then he looked at me: "Xiao Wu, you stay here first."

He didn't say what happened in the future, and I didn't ask. He just nodded.

The middle-aged man seemed to be the leader of these men here. He was very big and powerful. When he saw his walking posture, he was just the army. He looked at me with a little admiration and said with a smile: "Young man, come with me and find you a place to live... Xiluo, he will live with you."

As he shouted, I heard a slightly surprised voice: "Hmm? OK!"

I took a look and found that it was this young man so coincidental. He was still staring at the sofa bag that was beaten by me.

The middle-aged man thought about it and grinned and said, "By the way, do you have any problems?"

I scratched the back of my head and smiled bitterly: "Well... yes, yes... When did you eat? I'm very hungry. I'm going to jump off the ship. I just jumped off the boat two hours ago and I've been on the sea for more than half a month, and my feet are still weak now!"

My words 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 and expressed their welcome to join. The Eighth Master has already left.

After saying hello to more than a dozen people, I couldn't remember those names at once. I just remembered the name of the young man who was about to live with me. His name was Siro, a very strange name.

Then I finally got the food.

A large bowl of rice was covered with two large pieces of very fat braised pork. It was more fat and thin, and very greasy. It was full of oil when you bite it and the teeth were full of meat fragrance! There were also a few vegetables, which were fried.

The rice was a little hard and the vegetable field tasted a little light, but I ate it very sweet.

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

While I was eating, I couldn't help crying.

See you poorly!

I, Chen Yang, drank rainwater and sea breeze on the sea. I thought I was dead for many times. Now I can still eat my favorite white rice and braised pork...

I didn't waste a single piece of rice. After eating it, I wanted to lick the plate. The bowl was so naked that I rustled, and there was no rice left.

The middle-aged man looked at me and couldn't help but sigh, "Damn, you look pretty, why are you more powerful than a tiger?"

I smiled bitterly: "I've been hungry for several days, and there's no oil in my stomach..." Then I asked him embarrassedly: "Is there any?"

"It's gone." The middle-aged man apologized: "There's nothing in the kitchen and the rice bowl hasn't been done yet. This is the rest at noon. You can cushion it first and give you enough to stay in the evening!"

I stood up with a smile, returned the bowl to him, then patted my stomach, sighed, "Belly, belly, neither of us would have thought there would be a day to eat rice!"

The middle-aged man was a little confused. He looked at me with emotion and didn't look like he was pretending. He couldn't help frowning: "Is it so hard to jump ship now? Is there nothing to eat on the boat?"

I shook my head: "I don't know, but I met a pirate halfway through. Later, I got on a lifesaving line and floated for two or three days without eating."

Speaking of this, I remembered Xiaofeng... When I thought of this strange woman, I couldn't help feeling a little sore in my heart, and I couldn't help but look a little sad.

The middle-aged man wanted to ask more. The Siro had packed his things and came over. He put on his coat and pants, and he also wore a work clothes for the car repair yard, but it was very clean: "Let's go, I'll take you to your place of residence."

I followed Xi Luo out, walked through the garage outside and found out that the repair garage was the private property of Baye.

It is said to be the largest Chinese car repair park in Vancouver, and everyone here... is "his own"!

Eighth Master has basically paid for all the food, clothing, and Eighth Master is very good to his subordinates. Xi Luo joked: "You can save all your salary! You don't have to spend a penny on your own. But... Of course, if you want to find a woman, you have to pay it yourself."

After pausing, he hesitated for a while and looked at me: "You are new, I can take you around. Well, there is actually nothing nearby here. It's relatively remote and there are no prosperous commercial areas... But if you want to find a woman, you can go to Hestin Street. Basically, all the garbage in Vancouver is concentrated there, thieves, drug addicts, homeless people, of course, there are prostitutes there too!" He looked at me, and there were some smiles on his face: "Are you looking for a woman?"

"Thank you, I don't need a woman." I politely rejected it, and then hesitated: "Is there a supermarket nearby? I want to buy cigarettes."

Xi Luo immediately took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to me. I took a look and found it was Hongta Mountain! You can see this thing abroad. It's so rare!

"Foreigners' cigarettes are all mixed, so we are not used to smoking them. It's better to come from China and find private goods brought by the crew. You can take them first."

I took it with a smile.

When he talked about the crew, for some reason, I immediately remembered the cute bastard, who took my two large bags of dollars to Captain Wick.

Siro and I live together.

The place we live is next to the car repair lot. A small building next to the street.

As soon as I entered this small building, I immediately felt a little kind...really!

This place is like a dormitory in a school or factory in China, with three floors in total. Each floor is a long corridor with many rooms on both sides.

"A brother in my room went to Toronto, and now it's free, so you live." Siro seemed to be very enthusiastic about me... I guess it might be the effect of my punch.

There is nothing to say about the room, it is very messy, a little dirty, there are cigarette butts in the corner of the wall, and underwear on the sofa... and it is still dirty.

The room is not big, two people sleep in the same room, two beds, and a small living room outside, with a few dumbbells and a very shabby TV.

What surprised me was that there was an old record machine here!

It's the old-fashioned type of vinyl record!!

I looked at Siro in surprise, and he smiled, revealing a white teeth that had not been yellowed by tobacco: "This is mine, I like this thing."

I put my bag on my bed and didn't pack up my things. I had nothing to pack anyway.

I looked at Siro fiddling with his record machine with great interest. I said, "Do you really like this? Nowadays, young people are listening to mp4, who still uses this?"

Siro suddenly had a serious expression. He looked at me deeply and said in a low tone: "This... this is the only thing my parents left me! This is my father's favorite thing during his lifetime."

"You... are you from home? Or are you local..."

"I was born locally." Siro smiled. He was born a handsome man, tall, fair and handsome, 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.

Siro smiled brightly and suddenly blinked: "Do you want to hear something interesting?"

"Um?"

He took out a vinyl record, and I looked at the cover of the outer skin with a strange, colorful and red look. He had adjusted the speaker, then pushed open the window and turned the speaker of the record machine to the street outside the window!

Turn the sound to the highest level again!!

After a while, the record player's speaker played a very vigorous and heroic music!

Then a baritone with a very pleasant voice began to recite in a tone full of infinite affection...

“Qinyuanchun & Snow

The scenery of the north,

Thousands of miles of ice,

Snow falls thousands of miles!

...

…”

I was stunned!

Damn it!

This is actually an antique music and recitation of Chairman Mao’s poems!!

So, on this sunny afternoon, the two of us young people were lying in this room, basking in the sun...
Chapter completed!