The pedestrian street was brightly lit, and all the shops were still open. The pedestrians were full of youthful spirit.
Lou Cheng carried the paper bag with the shoebox and slowly walked around. He calmed down and looked around with interest from a bystander's point of view. Hmm, did that guy not eat? He's wolfing down the sausages … That couple is probably his senior brother and sister. They found a secluded corner and dared to kiss until the sky turned dark …
He took out his phone from time to time to reply to Yan Zheke's messages. He listened to her complain that she had just learned that she had to hand in her homework in advance.
When Lou Cheng returned to the dormitory leisurely, Cai Zongming, Qiu Zhigao, and the others hadn't returned yet. The small dormitory was quiet and peaceful.
He took out the shoe box and looked at it gently for a while. His mouth unconsciously outlined an obvious curve.
A gift from Yan Zheke … A gift from Yan Zheke!
After a moment of smirk, he looked for the receipt. He was afraid that the girl had spent too much money. However, there was nothing extra in the paper bag or the shoe box. Obviously, Yan Zheke had taken it away carefully.
"But it's not a problem for me!" Lou Cheng smiled and turned on the computer. He searched for the brand and series and found the official website and the relevant page.
"So expensive … Even with the discount, it should be at least seven or eight hundred yuan." He looked at the screen and said to himself.
Martial arts shoes were purely consumable items for professional martial artists. No matter how good the material was, as long as it wasn't some kind of black technology, it would still break down after a few intense battles. Therefore, the price of normal martial arts shoes was on the lower side. Two to three hundred yuan was already considered pretty good. Most martial artists would at most equip themselves with a pair of shoes made of better and more comfortable material for their daily training. That way, they could last for a long time.
Lou Cheng looked at the pair of martial arts shoes with a little warmth and happiness. He couldn't bear to part with them. Suddenly, a thought came to his mind.
"I have to give her a gift too!"
"The first gift as a boyfriend!"
Once the thought came to him, he couldn't stop it anymore. He looked at the screen and fell into deep thought, thinking about what gift to give Yan Zheke.
"She doesn't seem to lack anything …"
"I can't ask Talker. The first gift has to have my own feelings …"
As a young man in the Internet age, he subconsciously opened the search page and typed in the words "gift for girlfriend". He watched and learned carefully to stimulate his inspiration.
At this moment, the sound of a key turning came from outside, and the door was opened. A burst of noisy footsteps approached from afar.
Lou Cheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the door. He saw Zhao Qiang push the door open and enter. Cai Zongming and Qiu Zhigao each supported Zhang Jingye and followed closely behind. Their faces were as red as cooked crabs, and the smell of alcohol filled their nostrils.
"You drank a lot?" Lou Cheng laughed.
Zhao Qiang shook his head. "It's fine. You don't know, but each of those girls can drink more than the other! If they didn't know how to restrain themselves, I would have crawled under the table today! "
"It's not that they're restraining themselves, it's that they're smart. If they really get drunk by drinking with a few guys they're not familiar with, who's going to send them back? In the end, they still have to trouble themselves. "Cai Zongming sneered. Although his face was red, he was not drunk and was quite sober.
Lou Cheng chuckled. "So the model worker was targeted?"
"Isn't that obvious? He is the star of the show today! " After Cai Zongming and Qiu Zhigao helped Zhang Jingye to sit down in his chair, one went to get a foot basin. Fearing that Zhang Jingye could not help but vomit, the other wet a towel and helped him apply it to his face.
After a while, Zhang Jingye barely recovered and smiled bitterly. "I always thought that my drinking capacity as a northwest man was enough to deal with four little girls. In the end, in the end, I'm only a little better than Wu Qian."
"Your wife is also drunk? Why don't they just send you to the bridal chamber? "Lou Cheng joked.
Qiu Zhigao said helplessly, "Because we're also a little dizzy from drinking …"
After teasing and laughing for a while, Zhao Qiang suddenly looked at Lou Cheng and asked curiously, "Cheng, with your current skills, you're worth ten thousand a month, right?"
Lou Cheng thought for a while and said, "Almost."
According to the related posts he saw when he was lurking in the Longhu Club forum, the monthly salary of a Professional Ninth Pin fighter was at least 10,000 yuan. Including the prize money from the Challenge Tournament and various competitions, those who were lucky could earn up to 300,000 to 400,000 yuan a year, and those who were poor could earn up to 100,000 yuan. This was not including the part of the business of martial arts school or the entanglement with the underworld, but it was already so much above the ordinary white-collar workers.
Of course, people like Jiang Guosheng and Fang Tong would get a big discount because they were in their master's martial arts club. But correspondingly, the martial arts club would bear the cost of practicing martial arts.
After entering the Dan stage and crossing the threshold of Professional Ninth Pin, the income would surge again. However, since this stage covered Professional Eighth Pin to Professional Fourth Pin, there was a big gap between their strength and their income. A professional fighter who had just entered Professional Eighth Pin could get five or six hundred thousand a year, and it was not surprising that a veteran Fourth Pin fighter could get six or seven million, and this was only the part that was announced. It did not include the various industries they were involved in because of their strength.
As for the Mighty Ones of Physical Invulnerability, they could not be measured by money. Their annual salary from their own forces was probably pocket money. Even so, this part of the income was at least ten million.
Because of this, the prize money of the Warrior Sage Challenge Tournament could effectively exclude the strong. Only the nearby Professional Ninth Pin fighters or those who were in urgent need of money would participate.
For children like Lou Cheng who had suffered hardships, every time they thought of this income, their motivation to practice martial arts would be stronger.
Hearing the affirmative answer, Zhao Qiang could not help but sigh. "I always feel that you and I are not in the same world. I can only say, be …"
"Ah?" Lou Cheng was puzzled by his pause.
Zhao Qiang turned back and chuckled.
"Don't forget your friends when you are rich!"
"Of course, who are we? If you master the skills, succeed in your business and become a big boss in the future, you can't forget us! "Lou Cheng followed and made a joke.
After joking with each other for a while, they "sent" Zhang Jingye to bed and went to wash their faces and sober up.
When Lou Cheng walked to the living room, he saw Cai Zongming standing by the glass door to the balcony, staring outside.
"Talker, why did you talk so little just now? It's not like you! "He said with concern.
Cai Zongming smiled and said, "I'm a little sad because of your words."
"What are you sad about?" Lou Cheng was puzzled and laughed.
Cai Zongming sighed and said, "I said before that I like martial arts and wanted to try if I could take this path. I mean it. My dad always wants me to go back to our small town and help him take care of his company, but this is not what I want."
"Wow, you are really rich!" Lou Cheng said sarcastically, "Why don't you want it? So many people are looking forward to such a good thing! "
Cai Zongming shook his head and laughed.
"Do you think it's good? If you always work with your parents, you will feel that you are not growing up. And you will definitely not be financially independent. How much you earn is in their eyes and under their control. Although you can ask them for money when you are not enough, don't you feel sullen? If there is a disagreement, you won't have the confidence to argue with them, unless you wait until my dad retires. But he is only in his forties and is in good health. He can work for another 20 years. "
"Also, when I think about what kind of life I will lead in the next few years or so, I feel scared. I'm scared that I will accept reality and return to our small, run-down city like a pool of stagnant water."
"So, I have to work hard now and try to find my own path in martial arts. If I can't, I will consider starting my own business in the future. I won't accept reality until I am exhausted."
Speaking of this, he looked at Lou Cheng with a bright smile and said, "Cheng, I really envy you. You can continue to make me envy you!"
Lou Cheng was touched by his words and punched Cai Zongming's shoulder.
"Come on!"
Cai Zongming also punched him back.
"Godfather!"
Lou Cheng's expression suddenly became sluggish. He felt that the atmosphere was ruined by Talker. He gnashed his teeth and said,
"Get lost!"
…
The next morning, Lou Cheng became more and more focused on cultivation. Combined with the inward vision brought by the Jindan, he slowly expanded his senses and comprehended the Ice Mirror Visualization bit by bit. The anxiety of not being able to get started had completely faded away.
Later on, he gradually touched the edge of the Thunder Roar Zen.
Geezer Shi looked at him and sighed. "I thought you would be obsessed with beauty and relax your requirements for a short time. I didn't expect you to be more diligent."
"She is my motivation." Lou Cheng answered seriously and sincerely.
Geezer Shi nodded with satisfaction.
"Then I am relieved. How about this, I will set a small goal for you."
"What small goal?" Lou Cheng asked in surprise.
Geezer Shi laughed.
"In the competition with Fearless Squad, I don't expect you to win the whole game. But if you and Lin Que face Wei Shengtian, the one of Professional Eighth Pin, in your best condition, I want you to take him down by attrition battle!"
It was not shameful to admit that there was a big gap between himself and the Danqi State. And thinking that he and Lin Que would challenge Wei Shengtian again and again and try to defeat him, Lou Cheng was full of anticipation.
Why didn't he dare to think about it?
Why didn't he dare to try?
Who's afraid of who!
He nodded hard and answered his master,
"Okay!"
…
In Yimo City Martial Arts Gym, Wei Shengtian was topless, revealing his well-defined muscles. His skin was a little greenish-black, as if cast from stone.
"Are you okay?" He asked the slightly vexed big boy in front of him.
Qiu Yang was fair and clean. He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. He said sullenly, "I can't use my left hand. But if we really fight in the next round, I can still fight."
Wei Shengtian sighed and said, "If I had known, I wouldn't have let you be the vanguard. Once you fight two rounds in a row, your fighting style will hurt yourself too easily. You won't fight in the next round against Songcheng University Martial Arts Club. Rest well. Old Dong and I can handle it, no problem."
Thinking that Songcheng University Martial Arts Club only had two Professional Ninth Pin fighters, Qiu Yang did not insist and agreed.
"Okay, Brother Wei, I will be your cheerleader!"
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