Prosperity: Conquering Billions of Gambling Kings

Chapter 46 Fighting the Black Fist

"Fourth Master, don't worry." Jiang Zuo also understood three points in his heart at this moment.

The accounts of the Rong family are like a bright mirror in Si Ye's heart. If he hadn't noticed something wrong, Si Ye would not suddenly want to review the accounts of the Rong family for two years at this time.

It seems that the second master really can't sit still this time.

The incompleteness of the several batches of goods that were lost one after another at the pier before was also related to the second master.

"Gu Xiaobei...how is it?" Ever since she was injured last time, Rong Chen has been thinking about her, and asked her every two days.

Counting now, it has been a while since she was injured, and the wound should be healed.

"Doctor Qian has already talked back and forth, and Miss Xiaobei's injuries have recovered. Don't worry, Fourth Master." Jiang Zuo opened his mouth, and suddenly remembered the bungalow on Qingshui Road, "By the way, the bungalow that Fourth Master sent Miss Xiaobei to, I haven't seen her move in there yet."

"She still lives in Zhabei?"

Rong Chen turned his face away, his facial features were as stern as stone carvings, and his obsidian eyes flashed a sharp color.

Jiang Zuo nodded lightly, without saying a word.

The two dice were still spinning smoothly in his palm, Rong Chen had no expression on his face, but was really surprised in his heart.

This girl has a really twisted temper.

Pujiang Road.Yum Boxing Gym.

Martial arts fighting has a long history in Shanghai. In the late Qing Dynasty, martial arts were flourishing, and many people practiced boxing and kicking.Now that the situation in Shanghai is unstable and gangs are fighting fiercely, martial arts fighting has been sought after again.

After the Opium War, a large number of foreigners flooded into Shanghai, and a new type of unrestricted fighting was also introduced from the Americas.Because of the bloody scenes and cruel methods, it quickly developed into a large-scale underground gambling-style boxing match in Shanghai.

Well, everyone here knows that the Baisheng Boxing Gym on Pujiang Road is the busiest place for black boxing competitions.

The competition here is fierce, the bankers place big bets, and there are many prizes. The upper-class princes and young masters who come here for entertainment on weekdays, and even some important government officials stationed in Shanghai often show their faces here.

Walking to the entrance of Baisheng Boxing Gym, Gu Huai'an took a deep breath, clenched his fists together, and rubbed left and right a few times.

As for Xiao Bei, I have to go all out and give it a try today.

If he was lucky enough to win, he would naturally be able to send Xiao Bei to study in England with the money.

After entering the boxing gym, I asked two leads, and when they heard that he was here for boxing, they immediately came and took him to the room inside.

After filling out two forms, hastily signed his name, and pressed his thumb's handprint, Gu Huaian just stared at the generous reward and swallowed.

He is not a greedy person, but in this world, if he has no money, he cannot give Xiao Bei a better life.

Soon, the dealer's subordinates gave Gu Huaian a few words of advice, and brought him to the boxing ring.

In the big boxing arena with an area of ​​more than 300 square meters, there are already many people sitting around.

Gu Huaian squeezed his fingers and looked at the person opposite.

With a height of more than six feet, it is comparable to him.

It's just that Gu Huaian's figure is well-proportioned and thin, but the man opposite him is muscular, at least two hundred and thirty to forty kilograms, his legs are as strong as an elephant, his body lines are very obvious, his muscles are tense, and he looks oppressive everywhere. strength.

Definitely a trainer.

"Master Qin, I think this skinny monkey will be beaten to the ground within two strokes."

In the very center of the stand stood an ancient carved sandalwood table, and a fat man was sitting on the chair, wearing a dark purple cardigan satin mandarin jacket, a round hat, and a bushy beard , looks like 50 years old.

(End of this chapter)