With Zhang Mingcheng's status, he had many ways to deal with Qin Ze. Don't be jealous. In this day and age, one's future was mostly determined by one's family background.
Unlike Zhang Ling's bravado, the resources and power that Zhang Mingcheng could mobilize were far beyond Qin Ze's. Of course, if they really fought, the Wang family would most likely help Qin Ze. Wang Zijin's attitude was definitely the Wang family's stance. In Shanghai, Nan Man Pei was determined to help Qin Ze, and the Li family would most likely help too. It would be a fight between the gods.
However, Zhang Mingcheng disdained to use such methods. If he had to resort to schemes for love, then he would be too pathetic.
Moreover, if he did that, he would lose Wang Zijin completely.
That was why he preferred to fight like a warrior for the girl he loved!
Hot-Blooded, simple, and hearty.
He hated Qin Ze to the core. How many unforgettable girls could a man meet in his life?
Even now, he had not thought of giving up. As long as he worked hard enough to grind an iron rod into a needle, Wang Zijin would not agree to his pursuit. Perhaps he did not put enough effort into it, or perhaps Wang Zijin was too thick and could not be ground into a fine iron rod for the time being.
In the spacious boxing room, Zhang Mingcheng's roar echoed. He was sweating profusely, his muscles were bulging, and his expression was crazed.
Those who were familiar with him knew that Zhang Mingcheng was serious.
Zhang Mingcheng was a very proud person. He did not want to fall behind others in any aspect and wanted to be number one in everything. He had trained hard in boxing and had always been the famous "Boxing Kangaroo" in the circle.
To put it in a more pretentious way: I, Zhang Mingcheng, have never been weaker than anyone.
Even Wang Zijin could not make him bow down to her willingly. Therefore, Zhang Mingcheng had always wanted to be the man of the big sister.
At the side of the ring, Qin Ze, who was whispering to Wang Zijin, was dumbfounded. He did not know why he was called out.
Looking at Zhang Mingcheng, who was bursting with anger, there was a message all over his body: You can't control our fury.
"Qin Ze, do you dare to go up?" A guy on the side jeered.
"Let me tell you, Ming Cheng has liked Zijin for many years. If you want to be with her, you have to go through him first." Another person said.
"You can even tolerate this? If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be able to bear it. "The bespectacled guy was also perverted.
"Go on, if you're a man then draw your sword." The short and skinny guy said.
The group of second-generation heirs who didn't mind watching the show cheered excitedly, fanning the flames.
In comparison, women were always kind and honest people. Maybe it was because of Qin Ze's celebrity aura that increased their favorable impression of him.
Zhao Qian frowned and said, "I don't think that's a good idea. If Mingcheng doesn't control his strength …"
The apple-faced Yang Ying nodded. "You might accidentally break the bridge of your nose or your teeth."
As she spoke, she poked Wang Zijin's waist and said, "Don't be in a daze. Go and tell Mingcheng that it's best if he doesn't hit him. If he does, he should hold back a little."
The other two sisters also tried to persuade them. They were on Zhang Mingcheng's side. After all, they had been friends for decades. However, if Qin Ze was beaten up too badly, it wouldn't look good for everyone.
Zhang Ling walked over lightly and looked at Qin Ze as if she was announcing something big. "My brother is angry."
You know the consequences.
Qin Ze grunted. "This is the legendary anger of a single dog."
Zhang Ling glared at him angrily.
Wang Zining was right. This person was despicable, and his mouth was even more despicable.
Everyone was speechless. The sisters rolled their eyes.
They were all thinking of how to persuade him, but he was still fanning the flames. Was he happy to be beaten up for no reason? Or did he think that he had a chance of winning?
Zhang Mingcheng's muscles were not just for show. He was proficient in boxing and Taekwondo. One punch from him would be the end of the match.
Those who were more flexible would think that it was probably because Wang Zijin was present that Qin Ze wasn't afraid. Men didn't want to appear too cowardly in front of the woman they liked.
Wang Zijin glanced at Qin Ze. "Did you hear that? Hold back a little."
Qin Ze nodded and vowed, "I'll end it quickly. I won't make things difficult for you."
Wang Zijin nodded in satisfaction.
Towards Zhang Mingcheng, she could only express her apologies. Big Sister Zijin had a feeling of helplessness that 'it was the hardest to accept the grace of a beauty'. She confessed her feelings, but Zhang Mingcheng's unwavering determination made Big Sister Zijin's heart ache. She could only deliberately keep a distance.
Zhang Mingcheng liked her. She knew that Zhang Mingcheng couldn't wait to kneel down and propose to her. He would say, "Zijin, you're lightning, you're light, you're the only legend." I only love you … (I don't know how to speak English later, I forgot) She still knew.
However, when it came to relationships, it wasn't about giving and receiving. If you didn't like me, you didn't like me. Did I have to marry you and bear your children for the rest of my life just because you were faithful to me?
Wang Zijin didn't want to bear children. If she wanted to, she wanted a bunch of salted fishes.
Zhang Mingcheng was indeed outstanding. However, Qin Ze wasn't bad either. In fact, he was even more outstanding. Moreover, she was happy to be with Qin Ze.
However, if she were to marry Zhang Mingcheng, she would feel that she was f * cked by her brother.
Every time Wang Zijin thought about it, she would slowly shiver.
Zhao Tiezhu shouted happily, "Wait, let's open a banker. I'll be the banker. If we're talking about the odds, Qin Ze and Zhang Mingcheng will be 50-50."
He glanced at his childhood friends and then at the women. "Do you guys want to play?"
Zhang Ling was the first to raise her hand. "I'll play. I'll bet 50,000 on my brother."
"Yo, where did you get so much money from?" Zhao Tiezhu looked at her from the corner of his eyes.
"Why do you care? You won't be left out," Zhang Ling said.
Zhang Ling had 200,000 yuan in her savings. The elders in her family gave her a lot of pocket money. Her expenses were huge. Every month, she used up half a year's salary of an ordinary white-collar worker.
"Don't go back on your words if you lose," Zhao Tiezhu said.
"Hmph, someone is so eager to give me money. Why don't I play?" Zhang Ling looked at him disdainfully.
"Hey, what about you guys?" Zhao Tiezhu asked his childhood friends.
"Qin Ze, have you ever trained in fighting?" Out of caution, one of his childhood friends asked.
"Do you think this is a Wuxia novel where you can find someone to practice martial arts? That doesn't exist. "Zhao Tiezhu waved his hand.
"Then why 50-50?" His childhood friends asked.
Zhao Tiezhu had always been rough on the outside. Why would he do a losing deal?
"Because we're brothers on the surface."
"Huh?"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Qin Ze doesn't care about his reputation. This is a friendly payout. It's good for everyone's reputation," Zhao Tiezhu said.
Then, a few of his childhood friends whispered, "Are we going to buy it?"
"Buy it. They play upstairs, we play downstairs."
"Haha, earn some pocket money from Tiezhu."
The bespectacled guy raised his hand. "I'll buy 100,000 yuan."
Zhao Tiezhu rolled his eyes. "Are you crazy? 20,000 yuan at most. It's just for fun."
The bespectacled guy asked, "Then why did Zhang Ling buy 50,000 yuan?"
Zhao Tiezhu said casually, "Aiya, she's a little girl. I have to take care of her."
He thought to himself, This girl's words are harsh and unlikable. Of course I have to cheat her.
The bespectacled guy was relieved and said, "Looks like it's not a trap. Otherwise, he would be more than happy to cheat us."
"That's right. Let's buy it."
Then, everyone raised their hands. "I'll buy 10,000 yuan, Mingcheng."
"I'll buy 20,000 yuan, Mingcheng."
"I'll buy 5,000 yuan, Mingcheng."
"I'll buy 20,000 yuan, Mingcheng."
After a round of bidding, two of the twelve or thirteen friends bought 2,000 yuan for Qin Ze and 20,000 yuan for Zhang Mingcheng. The others only bought Zhang Mingcheng.
The sisters all bought Qin Ze, but then bought Zhang Mingcheng. Obviously, buying Qin Ze was to save Wang Zijin's face.
Zhao Qian asked Wang Zijin, "Zijin, you're not buying?"
Yang Ying said, "Of course not. Are you going to bet on Zhang Mingcheng? That'll hurt my boyfriend more. "
The other two said, "If it were me, I'd bet on my boyfriend even if I knew I was going to lose."
Wang Zijin shrugged. "Forget it. It's not easy for Tiezhu to earn money. Let's not cheat him."
She had seen Qin Ze in action before. Back then, in the commercial and residential area, Qin Ze had easily taken down two pickpockets. He was so fierce.
Also, Zhao Tiezhu had said that he wanted to fight with Qin Ze over dinner. Qin Ze casually crushed a bone porcelain cup and Zhao Tiezhu backed down.
At that time, Qin Ze was still a Bu Jingyun who had been single for twenty-three years.
Under everyone's gaze, Qin Ze went up to the stage.
He put on the boxing gloves and didn't take off his clothes. Otherwise, everyone present would have seen what it meant to be sexy and fit.
The system's gift of gymnastics was constantly tempering his body, making him far more energetic than ordinary people. Correspondingly, his speed, strength, and reflexes were all improved. Although the essence of this matter was that the system was working hard to turn him into a power bank … Qin Ze automatically filled in the worrisome truth that the system was helping him become Superman.
If he wanted to live a good life, he had to wear a little cuckold. It was not accurate. He had to have the spirit of Ah Q and know how to entertain himself.
The guy who was defeated by Zhang Mingcheng was the referee. After Qin Ze put on the gloves, he asked, "Aren't you going to take off your clothes?"
"No." Qin Ze shook his head.
"Clothes can also become your weakness and restrict your movements," he advised out of kindness.
"No." Qin Ze shook his head again.
The audience below the stage was both angry and amused. Not only was he a layman, but he was also freaking arrogant.
Zhang Mingcheng raised his hand, indicating that he had something to say. He stared at Qin Ze and said, "I've liked her for many, many years. It doesn't matter if that person is you, as long as it's her boyfriend, I want to beat him up."
Qin Ze replied, "She's my girlfriend. It doesn't matter if you're the one who's coveting her. As long as someone tries to steal her away from me, I want to beat him up."
At this time, Wang Zijin patted the guardrail and whispered, "Azé, go easy on him."
Negative emotions from Zhang Mingcheng …
Negative emotions from Zhang Ling …
Qin Ze said in his heart, "Sister Ziwei, this is not the time to play mind games."
"Let's begin." Zhang Mingcheng gritted his teeth. "I'll let my fists fall on every corner of your body."
Qin Ze was stunned. "Including the balls?"
Zhang Mingcheng was speechless.
The referee got into a horse stance and swung down with one arm. "Begin!"
Zhang Mingcheng raised his fists and jumped slightly towards Qin Ze. He tested him with his fists first. When he saw that Qin Ze did not move, he immediately knew that he was really an idiot in boxing.
He immediately let out a low growl, took a step forward, and punched straight at Zhang Ling's face.
The battle began and the audience was excited.
Then, Qin Ze waved his hand casually as if he was swatting a fly.
"Bam!"
Zhang Mingcheng's face was punched. He did not even have the chance to stabilize himself and fell to the ground.
The battle ended and the audience was dumbfounded.
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