Chapter 118 Old Ghost
Kowloon Boxing Ring, a first-class boxing ring, usually costs one yuan a ticket, and it is still one yuan a ticket now.
But whether you can buy a ticket depends on your own ability. In the hands of some dealers, the ticket price has been raised to ten yuan a piece, and you may not be able to buy it yet.
Wong Fei-hung of Tuen Mun was pacing at the door, his eyebrows squeezed together, his head bowed and speechless.
"Brother Feihong, why didn't you go in? Can't you buy a ticket?"
Huang Feihong of Tuen Mun looked up and saw that it was his usual friends who were betting on boxing, and he rolled his eyes under his sunglasses.
"Hmph, don't talk about the match of the century, I can even buy tickets for the volcanic eruption! Do you think I'm one of those followers outside? You don't even know where to sit, so you just bring your horse to watch boxing? Pick! I don't know what it means. .”
"You've already bought a ticket, and you're still standing here? It must be crowded inside right now! I don't know how long I have to wait for the elevator."
"What's the hurry!"
Tuen Mun Wong Fei-hung waved his hands impatiently, "I'm very confused at the moment. I don't know which one to support."
"Hey, if you want to make a big move, you can convert your single room into a villa and buy the prince. If you earn some pocket money to buy sweets, you can bet the emperor. What's the problem? You can't open a leopard, right?"
"I have quit gambling!"
He shook his head, still very troubled, as if he was talking to others or talking to himself.
"Both of them are my idols. As for Prince Brother, his boxing skills are fierce and fast, and his style is tough. He can kill a tiger with one punch!
As for Brother Emperor, his fighting style is versatile, he is spiritual, he has all kinds of martial arts skills, and most importantly, he has the toughness in his body. Hi! The palms and backs of my hands are full of flesh, so it’s really hard for me to choose! ”
"Are you being asked to choose a wife now? It's hard to choose! Why don't you just go in and take a look!"
Just as Wong Fei-hung of Tuen Mun was about to refute, he was pushed forward by others, and he walked reluctantly into the venue...
Backstage at the Kowloon boxing ring, Fourth Master Jin was sitting on the edge of the coffee table, only a table away from Yin Xiu.
This time, he obviously spoke a lot less. He just washed the tea cups slowly, added tea, and then delivered a cup of tea to Yin Xiu.
"A lot of things have happened these days, and all parties have suffered losses. Whether it's you, Gangya C, or something happened to someone around me."
Fourth Master Jin let out a long sigh.
"But I can't control it. Do you think the peripheral odds outside the Walled City are none of my business? If I hadn't nodded, who would have dared to open the odds for the Kowloon Boxing Arena outside?
The cake is so big that I can’t eat it by myself, so I might as well give a piece here and a little there. I don’t care how people outside open the market, what odds they give, or what gameplay they have. Anyway, they make meatball soup and give it to everyone. That's it for me.
In fact, it’s not up to me to say no. I’ve taken it all by myself, and others are jealous. What if someone gets the wrong idea and calls on others to beat me?
It doesn't matter to me, I'm alone, but I have so many people under my control. If there is a big storm in the world, I don't know how many people will lose their lives. Why bother? They are all out for money, so what are they doing fighting and killing all day long? ”
Yin Xiu didn't reply, just lowered his head and drank tea.
Although he drinks more milk tea on weekdays, he can still tell that this hot tea has a special flavor, like an earthy smell, and there is a floral fragrance in it.
Heiwu opened the door and walked in. He glanced at Yin Xiu first, his eyes lingered for a moment, then he immediately moved away and looked at Fourth Master Jin.
"The prince doesn't want to come."
"I know." As if he expected it, Fourth Master Jin was not surprised, and just asked lightly: "You didn't have any conflict with him, right? Although the prince has a bad temper, your temper is not the same on Black Friday. Very good.”
Heiwu nodded: "That guy didn't respect Mr. Jin, and he was obviously asking for a beating, but Mr. Jin, you said you couldn't be tough with him, so I held back and didn't say a word."
Fourth Master Jin smiled and said, "You can't say three sentences in a day. What more can you say to him? Sit down and have a cup of tea."
Heiwu lowered his head to take the tea cup and stood far away from the side, not sitting with Fourth Master Jin and Yin Xiu.
"That kid is like that. He doesn't like to talk and has a sullen expression on everyone he talks to. If he hadn't been tall and strong, he would probably have been beaten several times a month while walking."
Fourth Master Jin said he was disgusted, but his eyes were full of care.
"Emperor, do you usually read?"
"Look, "Water Tiger", "Swimsuit Collection", "Future Warrior vs. Iron-armored Candle Dragon", "Qin Palace Mecha Sword Fairy", reading and watching paintings can cultivate one's sentiments, I will watch them when I have nothing to do."
Mr. Jin Si smiled and said: "When I was young, I didn't read as many magazines as I do now, but I was so idle that I didn't have anything else to do, so I read martial arts novels all day long. I could read ten books as thick as a matchbox in a day. Several.”
Taking the teapot, he gave Yin Xiu another cup of tea.
"After I finished reading, I ran to the bookstore to borrow them. Soon I had read all the martial arts novels in all the bookstores in Tsim Sha Tsui. I couldn't remember the plots and characters. I just felt that there was a fire boiling in my heart after reading them.
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People at that time were different from now. They didn't have so many worries about what they wanted to do and what they didn't do. They didn't have to think so much. If you want to kill someone, just kill them. If you want to die, just die. How simple. ”
Fourth Master Jin held his pipe in his mouth and looked at the light, his eyes blurred.
"I remember one of them, written by an American named Hai, called "The Old Man and the Sea". There was an old man in it who was a fisherman. He hadn't caught a fish in two months, so no one wanted to work with him. Mixed up.
One day he caught a huge fish, much bigger than his boat. The old ghost was very happy and wanted to take the fish back and sell it at a good price.
But on the way, the sharks smelled the smell of blood and came over, biting the fish and eating its flesh. Guess what happened next? ”
Fourth Master Jin suddenly laughed, his laughter was desolate, and it sounded like his vocal cords had been carefully polished with sandpaper.
"He fought with those sharks along the way and fought for his life. He was so tired that he vomited blood. But when he returned to the village, only a skeleton and head of the fish that was bigger than the boat were left.
He went out to sea so far, lost items, expended energy, and finally brought back a bunch of fish bones. Do you think this is funny? ”
Yin Xiu shook his head: "It's not funny."
Mr. Jin paused and patted him on the shoulder, "It's really not funny. A person like that fought and fought hard for his ideals. Then he failed decently and openly. What's so funny?"
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He lowered his head, his silver hair shining in the light.
"I know that everything is disappearing, whether it is politics or morality. Things that we thought were precious and important before are now worthless."
"It's just that I want to keep some things for a longer time and leave some dreams about the world for others."
(End of chapter)