Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Fighting Club
At 6 o'clock in the afternoon, the employees in the company rarely got off work on time, but to Chen Xiao's surprise, no one went to Lao Wang's house to mourn.
On weekdays, a few colleagues who Lao Wang often helps have no intention of going, as if everyone has forgotten that there is such a person.
Chen Xiao, who saw all this in his eyes, silently took a car to the funeral shop, bought a wreath and took it with him, and went straight to Lao Wang's house.
Lao Wang's family lives in Jincheng District, which is quite far away from the company, his home is an old community, I heard that it is still his parents' house, living with his parents, and has a son in elementary school.
When I went downstairs to Lao Wang's community, I found that there was no one in the community to hold a funeral.
After inquiring, I found out that Lao Wang's funeral was held at the door of a special funeral store outside the community.
Chen Xiao passed along the route of inquiry, and the gongs and drums shook the sky, and the sound of crying could be heard from afar.
A large blue tent was erected at the entrance of the funeral shop, and the sound of mourning came from it.
Chen Xiao set up the wreath, and there were people outside the tent who scattered smoke to receive him.
After taking the cigarette, Chen Xiao reported to his home and said: "I am Lao Wang's colleague, I heard that he had an accident today, so I came over after work to take a look." ”
The receptionist said politely, "I have a heart." ”
In the tent entered, Lao Wang's photo was placed on the table in the middle, and the family next to him was dressed in linen and filial piety, crying together.
Lao Wang's wife is very virtuous, and she has become a tearful person at this time.
Relatives at home are constantly comforting and persuading.
Chen Xiao stepped forward, came to the mullion, burned some paper money, and then knelt down and kowtowed four times.
There were relatives of the old Wang family next to him to apologize, and they followed four kowtows.
Looking at the black and white photos of Lao Wang, for some reason he suddenly remembered the scene of Lao Wang being devoured by the praying mantis, and couldn't help but clench his hands into fists.
It's not just a feeling of frustration, it's more of an indescribable fear, the fear that everything is unknown.
I didn't stay long in Lao Wang's house.
Chen Xiao put his hands in his pockets and walked on the road against the night wind.
When night falls, the city is always lit up and the streets are lit up with neon lights.
I don't know why, Chen Xiao suddenly felt a little out of place with this city.
Back at home, Chen Xiao, who was lying on the bed, couldn't sleep, thinking about things that were too empty.
He felt that before the next battle came, he needed to be fully prepared to increase his chances of survival, and he couldn't just sit idly by.
"What am I missing?" Chen Xiao pondered: "Strength? Skill? ”
"Skills, I should learn some skills that can be used in actual combat, and I couldn't show them against the enemy last time."
"Taekwondo, Karate, Judo, Jeet Kune Do, Sanda, Kickboxing, Traditional Martial Arts, Swordsmanship, ......"
"What to learn?"
"Go to some institutions on the weekend."
After making a decision, Chen Xiao stopped thinking about it and fell asleep.
The next day, he still went to work as usual, and at noon he slipped out to exchange the lottery ticket for 160,000 yuan.
He took about 100,000 yuan and transferred it to his family, and then called his wife to inform him, almost frightening his wife.
The old lady felt sorry for her son, and thought that he was selling outside or doing something illegal.
In the end, under Chen Xiao's repeated assurances, she also sent her a photo of redeeming the lottery ticket, and she was completely relieved, and said with a smile that her son was really lucky, and she was happy for a while.
On Saturday, Chen Xiao looked for some boxing institutions on the Internet in advance, and then looked for them one by one.
As soon as a few families ran down, they excluded taekwondo, judo, and karate.
Taekwondo requires more toughness and speed, and signing up for learning are some leg presses and ligaments and the like, mainly for exams, fooling some parents to take their children over, and practicing is like playing. Thinking about practicing boxing with a group of children, Chen Xiao felt weird, he didn't need this kind of superficial thing, what he wanted was real killing skills.
In addition, taekwondo is not easy to perform in a small space, it has limitations, and judo is also not suitable.
Judo is mainly a sleeping technique, and many techniques are used "lying on the ground".
There are too many variables in the void world, and there are many supernatural skills, and judo can't deal with it.
The best development of karate is in Russia, and there are more domestic styles, and there are few actual battles.
There are only boxing fighting, sanda, free fighting, traditional martial arts, and swordsmanship.
After walking around and inquiring again, I realized that this kind of institution has long since stopped teaching real skills.
Those who learn this are those who really play games and want to win medals.
In the peacetime era of thermal weapons, who parents have nothing to do on the weekend to take their children to learn this, even if they learn to face the knife, they still admit it.
In the end, these institutions are all bluffing things, showy things, even so, children are afraid of hard work, they will not come to class for a few days, and they will naturally not be able to do it without the market.
There are very few professional coaches left, and Chen Xiao has no way at all.
Just when he was discouraged, he happened to hear that there was a special fighting club on the outskirts of the city.
This fighting club is called the Born Club, and I heard that it is specially going to poor areas to find some poor children who have no way out, training them in a closed manner, teaching them boxing, and then letting these children play professional matches or commercial competitions for profit.
Because of some bloodshed, the club has also been exposed by the media, setting off a wave of condemnation on the Internet.
However, under the continuous excavation of some conscientious media, I found that the owner of this club is a person with a very good story.
It is said that the owner of this family often sees some children wandering in the mountains and on the streets, not going to school, and after inquiring, he learned that these children almost have no family to take care of, some are orphans, some are too poor to take care of the family, and many children in their teens steal and fight.
So he came up with the idea of helping these children, and together with a few friends, he set up this martial arts club, and found these children in poor areas across the country and trained them to box.
This boss himself has won a boxing championship, and his strength is undoubted.
After making up his mind, Chen Xiao decided to go to this fighting club.
The Beaune Club is still a bit out of the city and has to be used for a country bus.
It took almost two hours for Chen Xiao to get off the bus and come to the location of the Boxing Club.
An inconspicuous cement road crossed Chen Xiao's eyes, and he looked forward and found a group of buildings at the end of the cement road, with a pure red façade bright as the color of blood in the sun.
Chen Xiao walked over slowly, the surrounding environment only gave him a desolate impression, and there were no people at all.
Walking to the gate of the complex, there is a large stone standing in front of the gate, inscribed with the four big characters "Born Fight".