"The first two months are the training period, the salary is 8,000, and no less than two boxing matches are guaranteed every month, and from the third month onwards, the club is a full member, with a salary of 10,000, and no less than eight boxing matches per month, and the number of wins in a single month is greater than 50% of the number of appearances, and at least two additional matches next month, and the winning rate is greater than 50% for two consecutive months, other activities will be arranged, in addition..."

Shang Yang sat in the club's office, looking at the contract seriously.

This is the second time he has come into contact with this kind of thing in addition to the fruit stall contract, he is a little nervous, the blood on his body is rolling inexplicably, and there is a faint sense of sacredness.

There is another desk in the middle.

Sitting on the opposite side was Ge Zhong, and he put on his gold-rimmed glasses, adding a bit of elegance, he said to Shang Yang yesterday that he would sign a contract, and he came here early today to check it personally.

"If Party B loses more than five games in a row, the club will have the right to terminate the contract"

Shang Yang just saw this, and his heart suddenly chuckled, he was really not sure where he could go now, in case of continuous failure, was it a major choice he made to declare a miscarriage?

But this is part of the contract, there has never been a fool in the world who is willing to suffer, as far as Linshui County is concerned, this salary is not low, and it is reasonable to make such a request.

He continued: "Additional Terms: If Party B causes significant personal danger in the ring, including but not limited to, mental disorder, high paraplegia, death... Party A only bears the medical expenses within 300,000 yuan, and if it cannot complete the number of appearances stipulated by the club due to illness and other factors outside the boxing ring, it will be fined 1,000 per game, and Party A will have the right to terminate the contract if it is absent three times in a row..."

Shang Yang looked at it word for word, and it took another five minutes to finally read the contract.

There is no ease in the heart, but a little heavy, this contract is generally called a "bully", and it is not kind to the bottom fighters, especially those who have just crossed this threshold like themselves, on the contrary, for those high-level fighters, the company invests more energy.

The law of the jungle is true everywhere.

"Contracts are all fixed templates, if there is something you don't understand, you can put it forward, and I will solve it for you"

Ge Zhong saw that he put down the contract, and said in time, with a very kind attitude, not only between the leader and his subordinates, but also the tone between the elders and the juniors.

"No, it's good, it's signed!"

Shang Yang didn't ask too much, the question he considered was always whether he could accept it, and as for the bargain, it also depended on the specific occasion, he didn't want to leave a bad impression on people just after he walked in, and he didn't want to fall behind the initial influence in front of Ge Zhong.

I don't have the strength yet, so I won't talk about anything else for the time being.

Picked up the pen, wrote his name on the contract, picked up the ink, pressed it on his hand, signed the whole contract, and pressed seven handprints on the signature.

Ge Zhong paused.

He never participated in signing a contract with a boxer, signing Shang Yang, it was the first time he came forward in person, seeing him staring at the contract, and he was ready to fight with him, but he didn't expect this guy to be so neat and tidy after reading the contract, and he didn't even give himself time to hesitate.

"It's signed, I hope we will have a happy cooperation in the future!"

Shang Yang signed two more copies in a row, and then pushed them over.

"Happy working together!"

Ge Zhong took the initiative to stand up, stretched out his hand, and had an extremely complicated premonition in his heart, this guy in front of him is a double-edged sword, using the essence can seriously injure the enemy and help him to look at it, but once he doesn't use it well, he will have to suffer from it, Zheng Hai looked for him, he didn't roar, he didn't struggle, and even he thought that he didn't dare to go out if he stayed in the stands and didn't leave, but the real result was that he not only went out, but also recruited dozens of bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods, completely extinguishing Zheng Hai's arrogance.

The same was the same boxing that day, he endured it again and again, was beaten to the ground several times, and stood up stubbornly.

Lao Zhou persuaded him to admit defeat.

The audience laughed at him.

He thinks he's influencing his business.

In the end, the result was very different, and he miraculously won.

And now the same style is to sign a contract.

Quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit!

Ge Zhong's thoughts were very deep, even if his heart had set off a huge wave, his face was still silent, and after shaking hands, he walked out of the desk and said with a smile: "Now you are a member of the club, I will let you go to the backstage to familiarize yourself with the situation, and you will officially go to work from tomorrow, you should know the time, from eight o'clock in the morning to six o'clock in the evening, and take a two-hour break at noon..."

The so-called formal work is the beginning of formal training.

As he spoke, he shouted out the door, "Xiao Liu..."

The door was pushed open, and a fighter walked in from outside the door, Shang Yang saw it when he came, and he was no stranger.

"Mr. Ge, you're busy..."

Shang Yang said a word, and then walked out of the office with Xiao Liu.

It is not luxurious, the office of only a dozen square meters was deserted in an instant, and Mr. Ge saw the door closed, and slowly shook his head...

......

The training ground was introduced to the last time I came, and it was all on the first floor, if you enter from the door, you will first pass by the corridor, and then go forward to the lounge of the "brokerage company", passing by the lounge is the training ground, and the other side of the venue is the rest ground of the club fighters.

Shang Yang and Xiao Liu came to the training ground, just pushed the door in, and heard the heavy wheezing sound inside, as well as the sound of various equipment colliding, he stood at the door and swept around, here is to make full use of the space under the audience, the area is very large, it should be more than one hundred and fifty square meters, the main equipment is the same as what you see in the gym, there are a few more sandbags, and the difficulty of the equipment is increased by several grades.

There were more than a dozen people training in the training room, and the entry of the two did not cause any waves.

Those who hit sandbags are still beating sandbags, and those who are practicing leg strength are still practicing leg strength, and even the boxers who are sitting on the side drinking water have not turned their heads to look.

"Bang Bang..."

Xiao Liu raised his hand and patted it, hoping to get attention, and cleared his throat by the way, to introduce Shang Yang to everyone, and then give a few more instructions.

But his clapping did not play a role in the training ground of the University, everyone still went their own way, and it was not without attention, the boxer who was sitting on the side drinking water turned his head to look, and then withdrew his gaze, treating the two people at the door as air, without making any expression.

"Er..."

Xiao Liu turned his head slightly embarrassed to look at Shang Yang, and said with a dry smile: "This is the training room, the main thing is to practice strength, you can also find opponents to go to the boxing ring to compete with each other, boxing is very simple, straight punch, uppercut, up and down uppercut... To put it bluntly, boxing in Linshui is mainly a performance, and it all depends on oneself, so there is no professional coach, and it is up to oneself to practice what you can do..."

"Huh?"

Shang Yang's eyes widened in astonishment, the so-called master led the door, the cultivation is in the individual, and now there is not even a master, how can he practice? It's just that he is too reluctant to rely on his own understanding, and the boxing techniques are indeed just those kinds, but the skills, strength, breathing rhythm, etc., all need guidance.

He's like a newborn baby relative to here.

Just practicing on your own?

It is said that Zheng Hai's agency also hired a player who used to play in the province.

"Actually, there used to be, but now there is none, Mr. Ge is in contact, it won't take long for a professional coach to be there, let's practice like this during this time..."

Xiao Liu hesitated, explained without a preface, and then said: "The situation is roughly like this, you should be familiar with it, I still have some things at hand..."

"Good!"

Shang Yang didn't say much, let him go, although no one wanted to take care of himself, but he also became a member of here, a person turned around in the training ground, there were six sandbags in the center of the training ground and in a row, three of them were hitting, every time he threw a punch, the sandbags swayed with him, Shang Yang tentatively raised his hand and pushed down, the first time there was no push at all, and the sandbags were still in mid-air.

You know, it's hoisted, there's no reason it's so heavy.

He gradually increased the strength of his arm, until he increased to seven or eight points, and the sandbag had traces of slight shaking, and at this time he was already horrified in his heart, he knew very well that there was no problem in carrying a hundred catties of weight on one arm, and one hundred and fifty catties would be difficult.

He held his breath and pushed with all his strength with one hand, the sandbag only going up a few degrees, then holding still and paddling back at any moment.

"Huh... Hah..."

The boxer next to him, who was hitting the sandbag, shouted twice in a demonstrative manner.

The angle at which the sandbags shook was about the same as the angle at which Shang Yang pushed, but you must know that they were just punching, far more than pushing with their hands.

"Sure enough, those who can be signed by the club are not good, winning Lao Hei is pure luck, play normally, these people don't seem to be able to beat..."

Shang Yang quietly warned himself in his heart, vaguely aware that there were a few stares staring at him behind him, but he didn't care, and continued to look at the place where he was about to train, and when he walked to the innermost, there was a row of barbells, there was no model of Xiaotai, even the smallest piece was twenty-five kilograms, and these of them had to be called big players in the Olympics, and the barbells all started at 300 pounds...

His gaze continued upward, and then his pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw a wooden quaint frame hanging on the wall, black and yellow, antique, and the frame was separated by horizontal partitions, a total of ten grids.

Each partition is carved with mahjong-sized wooden blocks.

In the bottom partition reads: Iron Bull... Thirty-three wins.

This name Shang Yang has an impression, and he was in last night's game, and the audience's voice was relatively loud.

At the very front of his name was written one: ten.

Is it the tenth place?

Look up again.

Nine: Qi Tian: Thirty-four wins.

Eight: Ziyang: Thirty-five wins.

The squares of seven and six are empty, and there are no names.

Five: Lion: Forty wins.

Fourth place is also vacant.

Three: Doctor: Forty-five wins.

And to see the top...