Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 93: Making things behind closed doors, making the same progress when going out

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Under the ring, the swarthy man holding the mask shouted in Thai, got on the ring, and went straight to Chasong.

Looking at Zha Song, who fell to the ground unconscious, the man reached out and touched Zha Song's neck. His face quickly darkened, and he turned to stare at Li An with a fierce look in his eyes.

Li An looked at the man expressionlessly.

Cha Song was beaten to death, and Li An was mentally prepared for it.

Even if it is a door-to-door sparring, if you are not careful, you may kill someone, let alone an all-out underground boxing match.

The rules in the boxing ring are that you either get knocked off the ring or fall to the ground and pass out, otherwise it's not over anyway.

But this is an ideal state. There are many things that are beyond your control.

Zha Song's attack was not like this. Just a flying knee, as long as he was hit in the chest, the sternum would be broken, or if he was unlucky, the bone stubble would pierce the organs.With the current medical standards, even if he can be saved, the boxing ring will not pay for it.

Which underground boxing ring doesn't often kill people?
Unless there is an overwhelming advantage.

If you have the strength to keep your hands, outsiders will call you a martial artist, but if you don't have the strength to keep your hands, you are courting death.

Besides, in a situation like life and death in an underground boxing ring, you have to be mentally prepared to pay the price as long as you think about it.

What's more, in the boxing match with Sanjiang Shui last night, Li An witnessed an example of showing mercy, but his opponent took the opportunity to beat him to death and fell to the ground, thus ending the boxing match quickly.

The host walked onto the ring, stared blankly at Zha Song being carried away by the ring horsemen, and swallowed hard.

Li An glanced at him and raised his chin: "Announce it."

The host was pulled back by Ang Lee's voice, cleared his throat, and then shouted:

"Ben, the winner of this boxing match is Ang Lee!"

Chasong, who had won four consecutive days, was beaten to death in the ring by Ang Lee, a newcomer, who shocked the audience.

As the host's words fell, many viewers who woke up excitedly threw away the white paper rolled up in their hands and cursed in a low voice. The boxing ring suddenly became noisy.

After walking off the ring, Ang Lee left the auditorium along the corridor. Just as he was about to go up to the second floor stand, a calm voice suddenly came from behind and stopped him.

"Master Li!"

Li An turned around and followed the sound. Wang Yunwu, wearing a black tight-fitting shirt, was looking at him in surprise.

"Hello, Senior Brother Wang."

Li An put on a smile and opened his mouth to say hello.

He glanced at the noisy boxing ring.

"Let's go outside and talk."

"Okay." Wang Yunwu nodded.

After walking out of the boxing ring, Li An's ears suddenly became quiet.

Under the dim incandescent light, Wang Yunwu looked at Li An and asked in surprise:
"Master Li, why did you come to the boxing ring to box?"

Li An took over: "It's not like those Thai guys are making a fuss and making all the masters in Yau Ma Tei feel like they are in danger. Even if I want to find a master to come and ask for advice, I'm embarrassed."

"What about you?" he asked.

It is natural for martial arts practitioners to win bonuses from beatings.

This sentence is correct, but for most masters, it is inevitable that the disciples of their own martial arts schools come to participate in this kind of boxing match in a wrong way.

Wang Yunwu, as the senior brother of Mojia Boxing Martial Arts School, came to boxing, and Li An was still a little curious.

Wang Yunwu was silent for a while, and his tone was a little low:
"Two days ago, Yu Jiujiang came to challenge with some Thai boxers. I lost. I lost at the hands of Cha Song, who was beaten to death by you."

"Then you came to the boxing ring?"

"Work behind closed doors and make the same move when you go out!" Wang Yunwu said slowly:

"When I played against you, I didn't feel it was obvious because of the point. When I played against Chasong, I realized that I had only practiced behind closed doors for so many years.

Although his skills were no worse than Cha Song's, he lost in experience. "

He looked at Li An with a smile on his face:
"Didn't you say that only through actual combat can we make progress?"

Li An didn't know what to say for a moment. He didn't expect that Wang Yunwu came to boxing for his own reasons.

"Master Li?" Wang Yunwu hesitated to speak.

"You said."

Wang Yunwu considered the words: "Well, the kicking technique I just saw you use in the boxing ring seems to be the volleying double kick of our Mojiaquan. I remember that last time, Master Li didn't seem to know Mojiaquan?"

"Those are two moves I learned the last time I sparred with you."

Li An didn't hide anything and told the truth.

For a moment, Wang Yunwu almost blurted out the words "You stole the teacher".But when he looked at the calm Li An, he swallowed these words again.

Li An saw his expression, considered it, and said:

"Actually, for me, coming to ask for advice is not just a matter of sparring. It is about learning the moves that are useful to me and learning from the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought during the sparring process.

Senior Brother Wang, don't you blame me for secretly learning Mojia Quan? "

Wang Yunwu looked at him for a while, then suddenly shook his head and laughed.

"How could it be? My master's intention in opening the gym to teach disciples is to spread Mojia Quan, so naturally he is not afraid of being copied. Moreover, Master Li's kick skills are better than mine. Even if my master knew about it, he would only be happy.

I hope to spar with Master Li again. "

Li An smiled: "Of course it's no problem. It's okay even now. I'll be with you at any time."

Wang Yunwu waved his hand:
"There's no need. If we continue to fight in the boxing ring, we will naturally encounter each other."

"That's okay." Li An didn't insist.

"I've finished tonight's session, and I have to go back to the martial arts gym to watch my juniors practice, so I'll leave first. See you tomorrow."

"Walk slowly."

Watching Wang Yunwu leave, Li An opened the door and walked into the boxing ring.

Li An didn't pay much attention to what Wang Yunwu said about the discussion.

Although Wang Yunwu has improved a lot during this period, Li An doesn't think he will lose because he has improved even more.

If we compare now, Li An feels that his winning rate is at least [-]% to [-]%.

And as time goes by, the gap between the two will only widen.

Darong walked over to welcome Li An.

"Brother An, where have you been? Brother Sheng was looking for you just now."

After these few boxing matches, Da Rong became more and more polite to Li An, and even the title changed from Li An to An Ge.

"Oh, I'll go now."

Li An responded and walked to the stands on the second floor.

As soon as Ma Jingsheng saw Li An, he took out a few thin Hong Kong dollars and put them on the table:

"Well done! This is your appearance fee for this match."

Hearing this, Li An pulled up a chair and sat across from Ma Jingsheng. He reached for the Hong Kong dollars on the table and took a look at it with an exaggerated expression:

"200 yuan is quite generous this time."

Ma Jingsheng didn't care about Li An's tone, but patiently explained:
"Everyone who goes on stage during the day is just a loser, so the appearance fee is naturally low."

"That means the grades are different." Li An said vaguely.He put the money into his trouser pocket, looked at Ma Jingsheng and said intentionally or unintentionally:

"Brother Sheng, I think you seem quite happy. With Cha Song dead, won't you lose a sharp boxer in your boxing ring?"

Ma Jingsheng said nonchalantly:
"Coming from Long Chenghu, not two boxers who fought against him survived. I have been in the boxing ring for so long, and I have seen many boxers being beaten to death in the ring. If a boxer dies, I will be sad. , then I wouldn’t have gone mad a long time ago.”

Li An was noncommittal and just smiled.

He would be an idiot if he really believed what Ma Jingsheng said.

Ang Lee saw clearly on the stage that after he won, most of the audience in the audience and the second-floor stands were quite angry.

He was a newcomer, and Cha Song was much more popular than him.Ma Jingsheng was only happy because he was unpopular and he made a lot of money.

In fact, the main income of the boxing ring is betting. The ticket revenue of several thousand yuan per day can only pay for the boxers and spectators who work in the ring, barely maintaining the operation of the ring.

As for the spectators who placed bets, the bulk of them were mainly spectators in the stands on the second floor, some small factory owners and the like.

Of course, occasionally there are some rich kids who seek excitement and spend money like water.

However, an upset is good, Ma Jingsheng is happy, and Ang Lee is also happy.

Ang Lee’s appearance fee was also paid, so Ma Jingsheng said directly:
"You have finished your last fight tonight. If you are willing to watch the boxing match, you can find an empty seat. If you don't want to watch the boxing match, you can go home first."

"Do I only have one show tonight?"

Li An was a little disappointed. One fight with a boxer like Cha Song could convert more specializations than four fights during the day.Now that Li An feels that his condition has never been better, he naturally wants to play two more games.

Ma Jingsheng picked up the teacup, took a sip, and said calmly:

"The finale, you know? It would be nice to have four or five matches a day. How can we have boxers like you on the field every time?"

"Okay, then you take your time and watch, I'll leave first."

Li An didn't force it, got up and walked around the stands towards Hua Man.

He was still thinking about his money.

With 1 Hong Kong dollars, with the unpopular odds, I could still earn 2 to [-] yuan.

When Hua Man approached, she looked at Li An with a smile, took out two thick stacks of Hong Kong dollars from her bag and placed them on the table.

"Your odds are 3.5. Including the principal of 5000 yuan, the total here is [-] yuan. Now, click."

"Thank you."

Li An took care of himself and pulled up a chair to sit next to her. He was not in a hurry to get the money, but thanked her sincerely.

The idea of ​​odds comes from Europe. In 1790, Ogden invented odds and applied them to gambling, offering various odds for winning or losing.

Of course, there are too many interpretations of odds and there is no unified standard.

Similar to boxing, Ma Jingsheng also makes a bet based on the popularity and general strength of both boxers.

The compensation standard is usually the principal multiplied by the compensation rate to arrive at the final amount, including the principal.

The odds of 3.5 were within Ang Li's expectation.

Ma Jingsheng has been in the boxing ring for many years, so he naturally has a certain eye for boxers.After watching the four games he played during the day, he would have a rough idea.

Compared to himself, although Zha Song is much more popular, Ma Jingsheng cannot raise the odds of Zha Song losing too high.If the audience sees that the odds on the longshot are attractive and more people bet on the longshot, he will lose a lot of money.

"I should thank you. Your odds are 3.5. Thanks to you, I got an upset this time. I also made a lot of money following you."

The woman looked at Li An with a bright smile and replied happily.

"You thank me, but I don't dare to accept it. I'm a newcomer. If you are willing to bet on me, winning will only prove that you have unique vision and courage. How can I dare to take credit?"

Li An waved his hand and complimented, looking extremely serious.

Hearing this, a blush flashed across Huaman's face, and her smile became even wider:

"He's a good-looking guy, and his punches are beautiful. Not to mention his mouth, it's like he's been smeared with honey. My sister likes to watch boxing, and she also likes a boxer like you who can hit the mouth and be sweet."

Being teased by this woman again, Li An didn't feel like he did the first time.In fact, he also knew that being charming was just Huaman's disguise for himself.

He moved closer to the woman, and the faint scent of perfume entered his nose.

Li An looked serious on his face, but he said deliberately:

"Actually, I also like you. After the boxing match, I'll treat you to a supper. I wonder if Miss Huaman can reward me?"

What he didn't expect was that the woman just pretended to think for a while, held her chin in her white palm, and nodded happily to Li An.

"Okay!"

Zhongfang Street, in front of Mojia Boxing Martial Arts School.

Wang Yunwu knocked on the red-painted door of the martial arts hall.

The sound of footsteps inside the door came from far to near.

With a creak, the door was opened from the inside, revealing a green face under the dim light.

He looked at Wang Yunwu outside the door and whispered:
"Brother, master is back."

Wang Yunwu hummed and walked into the museum with a normal expression.

The young man named Ah Fu closed the door of the martial arts hall and followed his senior brother.

"Master is waiting for you in the lobby and asks you to come back and see him."

"I understand. You go practice boxing first."

Wang Yunwu nodded, glanced at the junior brothers who were practicing boxing, and walked through the training ground into the hall.

Seeing him come in, the old man sitting in the chair put down his teacup.

"I'm back. Sit down first."

The old man has broad eyebrows and a broad forehead, and is in good spirits.He looked at Wang Yunwu deeply, looking very stern.

"Master!"

Wang Yunwu shouted, pursed his lips, and walked closer to the old man.

Seeing that the old man had finished drinking the tea in his cup, he poured the tea for the old man and sat down below him.

"A few days ago, Yu Jiujiang brought people to play in the gym, and I lost!"

Wang Yunwu's voice was low.

"I know, Afu told me about it."

The old man picked up the teacup and took a sip, his face very calm.

"It's been a lifetime of hard work and hard work! So many masters in Yau Ma Tei have lost. You are a junior and you haven't opened a school to teach apprentices. It's nothing strange if you lose. Don't take it to heart."

But Wang Yunwu remained silent and did not speak.

The old man looked directly at his apprentice and said sincerely:
"There are too many unsatisfactory things in the martial arts world, and there are too many grievances, some of which you will never tell until your death. You are still young, too emotionally driven, and you take winning and losing too seriously.

In fact, many things in this world, except life and death, are all trivial.Do you understand? "

Wang Yunwu shook his head and said softly:

"But I didn't lose because of my skills, but because of my experience."

The old man put down his tea cup and looked at him, and suddenly said:

"So you went to the underground boxing ring on Ferry Street, found Master Tian's former disciple Ma Jingsheng, and got into the ring."

(End of this chapter)