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Chapter 6 2. Golden Belt

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    After Wang Ying and Li Yao got off the plane at Shenzhen Huangshi Airport in the evening, they took a taxi to Xixiang.

    There is no cloud in the southern sky, and dusk has risen in the sky after the sunset has dimmed.  The place where the dusk spreads should be the sea.

    The long-lost feeling of wandering flooded Wang Ying's heart again. He looked out the car window at the endless sugarcane grove and the banana tree with wide leaves, without saying a word.

    Li Yao babbled all the way, showing off his knowledge and knowledge.

    After walking for nearly an hour, the fare has already cost more than 100 yuan.  When we arrived in Xixiang, the driver said that he would have to pay back the mileage fee, which added up to 160 yuan.  Li Yao thought it was too expensive, so when he heard that there was an extra charge, he jumped up in the back seat and scolded the driver in Yunnan-Guizhou dialect.  The driver was not in a hurry, and first scolded him in vernacular, and then said that he would take them to his boss.

    "Boss? Taxi drivers also have bosses?" Wang Ying was a little puzzled.

    In a foreign land, the most feared thing is stepping on the underworld by mistake.  Li Yao immediately changed his attitude and told Wang Ying to pay quickly.  The driver continued to curse in vernacular, and drove them out of the car before reaching the gold belt.

    After getting off the car, the two walked for more than half an hour. It was dark, and only under the guidance of a wage earner, they found the Golden Belt Bar, which was converted from an abandoned factory building.  The security at the gate stopped them.

    "We're looking for Boss Liang." Li Yao said.

    The security guard looked indifferent: "Looking for Boss Liang? Does he know you?"

    "No, I don't know."

    "Then get out!"

    Wang Ying pressed down the waving hand of the security guard and said calmly: "Boss Liang's friend Mr. Su Ruilong introduced us."

    The security guard signaled to his subordinates, and someone went in to report immediately.  After a while, someone came out and took them to the second floor to meet Boss Liang.

    Boss Liang was eating fried rice, probably because he was very hungry, and his eating was very ugly, so he didn't look up, and greeted them with food in his mouth: "Sit, sit."

    Boss Liang raised his head and looked at Li Yao's displeasure: "Boss Su said one person is here, why are there two? I just opened here, it's not that there is a shortage of manpower - of course, there is a shortage of special talents - I'm afraid I won't be able to support them  What a mouthful."

    It was a strange place, and he had learned the viciousness of many strangers from the taxi driver. Wang Ying had a good impression of him when he spoke a standard Beijing accent.  Li Yao was very upset in his heart, he was also a boss.  But now it¡¯s not as good as before, and he immediately went to the boss¡¯s desk: ¡°Hey, I¡¯m the one from Mr. Wang, the manager. Boss Su and I are also buddies. When he just opened the Guizhou Restaurant, we were the ones who helped him take care of it.  Prosperous."

    "Broker?" The boss looked at Wang Ying, and Wang Ying saw rice grains hanging from the corner of his mouth, which was very indecent, so he nodded and turned his face away.

    The Golden Belt is a boxing bar with two or three boxing matches every night.  It used to be a printing factory, but production was suspended due to economic disputes, and the boss disappeared.  A few high-ranking sons who went to the south came here to open this bar after running a plantation in Hainan Island and losing money.

    After the abandoned factory building is turned into a bar, it looks very open. There is not much decoration, just paint the iron brackets on the roof with red paint, all the chandeliers, the counter top and false eaves of the bar counter, and the high-footed swivel bar stools.  red.  The brown rust of the steel and the bright red paint give people a strong visual stimulus. The simple seats and the bright boxing ring in the middle make every visitor excited.

    The bar's customers were originally local businessmen and gamblers from the Pearl River Delta who came here admiringly. Not long after it opened, wage earners from nearby factories also flocked here.  In the evening, the bar is crowded, several huge fans on the roof whirring non-stop, people are sweating and emotional, the girls in charge of selling betting slips are so busy that their clothes are soaked, and the steel hoops and sponges of inferior bras  The line of the pad is exposed.  On the boxing ring, the host's provocative speeches have inflated people's desires, the tense and bloody atmosphere has been rendered just right, and the prelude to an era of post-industrial opportunistic fighting has been kicked off.

    The time before the boxing started belonged to Xiao Wang, a singer from Xi'an, and she was actually not good at singing.

    "He in my heart, come back quickly, this is the happy hometown"

    Small voice, lack of breath, and the vernacular is not standard.

    Xiao Wang used to be a kindergarten teacher in Xi'an. Because her boyfriend Xiao Liu was a wandering singer in the south, she also quit her job.  Xiao Liu once won the first place in a campus song singing competition for college students in Xi'an, and is now the lead guitarist in a nightclub in Baoan.

    Boxing is a real fight. After a match, not to mention that the loser is full of teeth and can't even count to ten, and the winner's face is covered in blood.  The loser goes, the winner counts the money, and no matter who falls, people are always cheering, yelling, using ?"I'm joking." Wang Ying said, wanting to walk away.

    "Let's have some jazz!" Boss Liang said triumphantly.  "Go on stage and play, everyone hasn't heard your saxophone tonight!"

    Wang Ying hung the saxophone sling around his neck, went to the stage¡ªthat is, the boxing ring surrounded by cables, and played "Stimulus".

    There is always an element of improvisation in his music, which cannot be imitated by others, and it is also difficult for bar musicians to achieve.  So even if the same piece of music is played one hundred times, there will be one hundred versions.  Those who love his music will experience different emotions in every performance and touch his ever-changing passion.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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