Chapter 171 The French Journalist's Sinister Intentions
There was a charcoal stove in the living room, which was converted into a training room. Huge sandbags were hung from the beams. The large quaint vase was missing, and only a few chairs of rosewood furniture were left in the corner. Wearing white underwear,
Li Guolou, who was wearing white bloomers, was skipping with a rope. There is no fastest, only faster. Master Harris said, "Faster, faster, faster, faster, better, faster!"
During the warm-up, Li Guolou was panting and sweating on his head. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain but was happy. Victory depended on devil's training. He imagined a fight with the French aristocrat Robinson in the boxing ring. The male
His anger burned, and in order to get the spoils, he risked his life to enter the "French Concession", the land of the French. The Qing Empire had never brought the flames of war to the land of the Western powers. Li Guolou wanted to change history.
Win glory for the country, carry forward the profound spirit of Chinese martial arts, integrate martial arts into Western boxing, and defeat the arrogant French! Long live freedom! Long live boundless love! Long live the three wives and four concubines system of the Qing Empire!
Photographer Qutav adjusted the shooting angle in the living room, and two servants held up torches to increase the brightness of the room. Qutav made an OK gesture and took several sets of photos for Mrs. Yelia. Xie Xiuzhu thought of
The reporter was erratic, turning her pen over the clouds and raining, saying that she was not used to taking Western photos and did not appear in front of photographer Qutav's lens.
Reporter Eugene took off his glasses, wiped the fog on the lenses with a piece of cloth, and said loudly: "Mike, you can come over and take photos."
Eugene watched Li Guolou's training and snickered in his heart. Li Guolou's movements were not standard, and he had ridiculous deformations and clumsy combinations of movements. The funny Qing people wanted to beat Lu Bin, who had practiced Western boxing, in the ring.
Robinson? Let's go and have the sweet spring and autumn dream of a sleeping lion suddenly waking up. Eugene, who was originally hesitant, made up his mind to bet his life savings on Robinson. Even if he loses four to one, it is a sure profit.
Under the pen of Eugene, Mike, a native of the Qing Dynasty, is an extremely powerful kung fu master. First, Mike is shown in a positive image. Then, in a twist of events, the French nobleman Robinson fights barbarism with barbarism and defeats Mike, the representative of the barbarian nation; Li, takes back
The French noblewoman Madame Yelia. The Mangu of the Qing Dynasty also wanted to win over the noble French people with money and delicious food. Let Mike and Li go to hell. The banner of French freedom and national unity is still flying high in the French Concession of the Qing Empire.
"Mike, take off your underwear and put on a pair of shorts. I want to take a photo of you boxing. It's not like the old man practicing Tai Chi in the garden. You can see the qi from the steam engine. You can't measure the qigong of the Qing Dynasty." Eugene shook his head.
Deny Li Guolou’s pretense.
"Mike, put on the red shorts I bought for you, Geely!" Jelia waved gracefully.
"Dear Jelia, these red shorts are like those worn by clowns in your Western circus." Li Guolou spoke the truth and took a big risk.
Jelia raised his eyebrows and gritted his teeth: "Mike, then you don't believe my vision."
"I'll go in and change!" Li Guolou didn't say anything. He picked up a pair of red sports shorts and walked to the small room at the back to change his pants.
Yelia was already wary of reporter Eugene, knowing that French men would help French men in the end and would not help French women who got rid of French men, so he still kept a smiling expression on his face.
"Are you two used to drinking tea? Do you want to ask the servant to boil a pot of coffee for you? I have Blue Mountain coffee from Africa and Jamaica. Do you want to try it?" Jelia hid her hand and stopped showing off her wealth.
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"Yes!" Two boxing masters also shouted nearby.
"Thank you, Mom, go cook the Blue Mountain coffee beans in a big pot. The two masters have a big appetite! And bring the white sugar from Burma, and use the newly bought teacups." Yelia still wanted to show off her wealth in the end, but the cup
Give them servant cups.
The living room was spacious, and even with the charcoal stove burning and wearing shorts and shirtless, it was still quite cold. Li Guolou couldn't stop jumping up and down. Li Guolou's strong figure made reporter Eugene put on his glasses to see clearly.
"Yeah! That's right Mike, I've practiced before. No wonder Mrs. Yelia fell in love with you. You are the only one who is the big stallion." Reporter Eugene raised his thumbs and praised Mike a few words. For the sake of Blue Mountain Coffee,
Write a few more good words about Mike in Pravda. Now is the time of peace. In order to sell more muskets and ammunition to the Qing Empire, the people of the Qing and France will always be friendly.
The servant held the torch high, the photographer Qu Tafu had strict requirements for the work, and Li Guolou made many boxing postures, showing both ferocity and kindness from the front and side.
After several groups of photos were taken and a pot of Blue Mountain coffee was consumed, the two French Pravda reporters stood up and left. Reporters Eugene, Li Guolou, and Yelia met at Baozhifang tomorrow to do the third follow-up report. Pravda
One hundred copies of the newspaper will be sent, and they will be given free of charge.
"The Qing Empire and the French Republic are friendly. The court dishes of the Manchus and Hans are good, and the French bread is more delicious. It is best to drink Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee in Baozhifang. See you tomorrow, why is Mrs. Yelia doing this?
We asked the servants to take us back, so you don't need to be so polite." Reporter Eugene was so moved that he scolded himself for being despicable, shameless, and scheming against the noble Mrs. Jelia and the big stallion Mr. Mike. He looked down on himself a bit.
"What you want is what you want. Mr. Eugene and Mr. Qutav, you are upper-class Frenchmen. It is natural for the lower-class Qing people to give you a gift. Don't be polite to me. We are all fellow Frenchmen."
Jelia said pleasantly.
The two Frenchmen on the carriage were talking in their native language, not worried at all about being overheard by Wei Zhuangyong.
Reporter Eugene said: "Kutav, will you bet this time?"
Photographer Qutav shook his head and said: "I still believe in Jelia's vision, and I don't bet on Robinson like you. Those two masters are so serious. Looking at their expressions, I believe that Mike is under their strict training."
It will definitely improve by leaps and bounds next time. Besides, the odds of 4 to 1 are not the time to buy. If you are optimistic, you will not even pay 1.5 to 1 when the market opens. I advise you to wait."
"That's right. You're guaranteed to lose money if you buy now. It's better to increase Mike's popularity before buying. I'm going to bet on Robinson. He has the blood of barbarians flowing through him. You will definitely lose this time."
Reporter Eugene crossed his legs with determination.
"I won't listen to you. There is no time when my vision is not more accurate than yours, but you still listen to me." Photographer Qutav was stubborn.
Reporter Eugene and photographer Qutav were arguing on the carriage, but no one could convince the other. One of them would lose everything, and now no one would admit defeat in the war of words.
Watching the carriage go away, Yelia said to Xie Xiuzhu: "People in the world are the same. The French are also big eaters. If you don't come to the training ground for interviews, you must do interviews in restaurants. I have to run both ways.
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Xie Xiuzhu said: "This is like a trance before the war between the two countries. Let the reporters get confused on the Blue Mountain. Let's go see Xiaolou's real training. He is a stallion and cannot run to death."
"Be careful not to let your neighbors hear it, close the door quickly!" Yelia warned everyone, even the children playing at the gate were worried.
The door of the Wei family courtyard was closed tightly with a "bang" sound. It was like the mysterious Western Region, giving people in Dengcao Hutong a lot to talk about after dinner.
When Li Guolou saw the two lovers coming to watch the battle, he immediately burst out with astonishing energy, doubled the speed of his punches, and beat his second master Jack, who was acting as a human shield, into a panic.
"Stop!" Master Harris shouted.
The second master, Jack, hurriedly put down the two pads in his hands and looked at Li Guolou in surprise. He was a different person. His movements were smooth and his strength was much stronger.
"Mike! You can only fight for one round this way. If you can't win, you will die ugly. Keep up your speed, keep up your strength, and use your oriental footsteps to deal with monsters. What I want to see most is your brown candy.
Tactics are not life-and-death fights. Robinson is a monster, you know? He can't be easily knocked down by you. Keep your physical strength for twelve rounds, and if you can't beat me, hug the monster." Grand Master
Harris talked endlessly. He scolded Li Guolou for his fast boxing and his slow boxing pace. As a master, he has strict requirements for his apprentices. Li Guolou should not be lazy.
Straight punches, right punches, left hooks, uppercuts, combination punches, and France's graceful waltz steps made Li Guolou sweat like rain on the training ground.
"Take a break for fifteen minutes. Mike is not allowed to drink coffee, nor is he allowed to drink Huangshan Maofeng tea. Give me ginseng tea and then drink salt water to supplement my salt." Master Harris started nagging again, Li Guolou could lie down and rest no matter what.
Be particular about it.
Li Guolou stood on the stool, and Master Harris behind him kept massaging Li Guolou's shoulders and arms to relax the overly tense muscles in his body.
The second master Jack interjected: "Mike, your muscles are too tight. Relax when punching. Don't use force every time to trick the monster Robinson. In your current state, the odds against Robinson are two to one."
, the progress is very obvious.”
"Mike, don't drink ginseng tea. After drinking so much salt water, it will be a waste to drink ginseng tea again. Drink it after training." Yelia felt sorry for the ginseng tea, but not for Li Guolou.
"Master! Robinson is forty years old, and his boxing speed will be very slow. No matter how powerful he was in the past, people cannot fight against age. I believe that with my current level, I will be on the same starting line as Robinson."
Li Guolou was tired of hearing the odds between the two and said confidently.
Master Harris behind him said: "Mike, even if you and Robinson are evenly matched, you can't beat him. Boxing is different from your martial arts. Boxers can be beaten very much, and being beaten is a training subject.
You don’t have this event in martial arts. Your face tells everything. Let Jack punch you and see if you can still dance. Do you know that martial arts is not a real competition event? You punch Robinson a hundred times and he doesn’t fall.
, if he punches you ten times, you will definitely not be able to bear it. This is reality. Don’t deceive Westerners with the mysterious things of Easterners. Under the constraints of the rules, Easterners cannot beat Westerners in boxing. You have the advantage of being young.
It's cheap. Only then can you hope to win. If you play against Jack, I won't even have the motivation to train you. Just practice your strong point, the Brown Sugar Tactics, and wear down Robinson. You won't be able to do it for more than eight rounds.
You will definitely win, and you are not allowed to waste your energy during the eight rounds."
Li Guolou nodded frequently. Only by maximizing his advantage can he have any hope of winning. This is a Western boxing duel, not a competition between martial arts and Western boxing. The rules are set by Westerners. Take advantage of the flexibility of your body after practicing martial arts, and everything else.
The movements are all Western boxing methods. Innovation is a foul. We must respect this sport with thousands of years of history.
Xie Xiuzhu wiped Li Guolou's sweat and asked, "Xiaolou, can you bear it?"
Li Guolou replied seriously: "I'm still young and can handle it, so I'll practice for another half hour."
Li Guolou stood up and waved his fist, as if he was an enemy in front of him. The boy who played sports was the cutest man, and he instantly caught the eyes of the two lovers. Xie Xiuzhu and Yelia did not leave even half a step, and spent the entire afternoon staring at the boy who played sports.
They haven't had enough yet and stick to Li Guolou's side. With beautiful women cheering for them, the two boxing masters are also full of motivation to fight.