"Any advice?"

Mu Rong glanced at the fat bald man who indirectly gave him a bottle of wine and stopped.

The fat bald man limped over and asked with a smile: "What do you call brother?"

"Mu Rong."

"Nice to meet you."

The fat bald man introduced himself: "My name is Xu Zhiqiang. I am in the building materials business. I also like to practice martial arts and boxing. I think you are very good at martial arts. Would you like to teach boxing? I would like to ask you to teach boxing. You can pay whatever you want!"

"Open it casually?"

Mu Rong thought for a moment and then said directly: "One million a month!"

"ah?"

Xu Zhiqiang was stunned: "You really do it casually? I can't spend a million a month to find Tyson, right?"

Mu Rong glanced at him lightly: "What I can teach you, Tyson can't teach you."

"Are you exaggerating? Are you better than Tyson?"

Although Xu Zhiqiang saw Mu Rong's skills with his own eyes, he still didn't think Mu Rong was Tyson's opponent.

Mu Rong smiled slightly and did not explain any more.

Seeing this, Xu Zhiqiang hesitated for a moment and asked: "Brother, if you don't want to teach me, that's fine. Do you have any ideas about fighting in a professional boxing match? I can give you my wallet!"

"Guarantee me?"

Mu Rong looked at him coldly, his eyes unkind.

"Don't get me wrong! When I said I'll keep you, I mean I'll give you a fist."

Xu Zhiqiang hurriedly explained: "If you participate in the boxing competition, I will reimburse you for all training, food, accommodation, and transportation expenses! You are only responsible for the competition."

"What's in it for you?"

Mu Rong's eyebrows moved slightly and he asked.

He doesn't believe that anyone would give without expecting anything in return.

"Of course there are benefits!"

Xu Zhiqiang was a little excited: "Brother, to tell you the truth, you are the most capable Chinese I have ever seen! If you go to a fighting competition, you will definitely get a good ranking!

I can send you to participate in the competition, and I’ll cover all the expenses. Then we can go to the underground handicap to bet on you to win, and you won’t be able to make a lot of money, right?”

Mu Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, and his heart moved.

What the person surnamed Xu said seems to be interesting. The prize money in foreign fighting competitions seems to be quite high.

The Kobayashi Masato whom he just knocked down seemed to be some kind of professional master.

If a professional master only has that kind of level, then with his skills, it shouldn't be a big problem to win a championship in that kind of competition.

However, he can also earn this money himself?

Why go through this guy?

But he did not refuse outright, but nodded slightly and signaled: "Boss Xu, I will think about it and give you an answer."

"good."

Xu Zhiqiang took out a business card and handed it to him: "There is also the matter of teaching boxing, why don't you think about it? If you are willing to teach me, I can give you 20,000 yuan a month! No! 50,000 yuan!"

Crunch!

A taxi stopped in front of Mu Rong, and Huang Bo jumped out of the car: "Brother Rong, the taxi is here."

"Sorry to trouble you."

Mu Rong leaned over and put Yan Danchen into the car, and sat in himself.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Going to the hotel?"

"Go to the hospital."

The driver was a little surprised, but he still started the car and drove towards the nearest hospital.

Watching the taxi drive away, Huang Bo murmured: "Why is Mu Rong so awesome? No wonder Gao Hu was so afraid of him before."

"Brother, let's leave our contact information?"

Xu Zhiqiang noticed Mu Rong's good attitude towards Huang Bo and immediately had an idea.

After looking him up and down, Huang Bo flicked his hair: "I think this is not necessary, right?"

…

After sending Yan Danchen to the nearest hospital, Mu Rong sent her directly to have her stomach washed.

Being drunk and drugged is likely to cause damage to the body, so it is safer to wash your stomach.

However, the process of gastric lavage is more uncomfortable.

After washing his stomach, Yan Danchen finally woke up.

"Thanks…"

After she woke up, the first thing she did when she saw Mu Rong was to say thank you, and big tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.

"It's okay, that guy has already paid the price."

Mu Rong comforted in a low voice.

A girl would definitely be scared when she encounters such a situation.

"It was delivered in a timely manner and the contents of her stomach were emptied. However, she has not fully recovered yet. It is recommended that she stay in the hospital for a day and observe the situation."

The doctor gave advice from a professional perspective.

But after hearing the doctor's words, Yan Danchen struggled to sit up: "No, I'm not hospitalized, I want to go home..."

"What the doctor said makes sense. It's better for you to stay in the hospital for one night. It's safer."

Mu Rong opened his mouth to persuade, but Yan Danchen just shook his head: "I'm not in the hospital, I want to go back."

When the doctor saw this, he said: "It's okay to go back. She's no longer in danger. After we go back, drink more hot water, go to the toilet a few more times, and empty out the remaining drugs in the body. Then she'll be fine. But we need to pay close attention tonight."

, to prevent emergencies.”

"Thank you doctor."

Mu Rong thanked Yan Danchen, and the doctor turned and left.

"Why don't you stay one night?"

"The hospitalization fee in Peking Hospital is not low. One day's stay is enough for half a month's rent."

Yan Danchen's face looked a little pale, she had indeed suffered a bit tonight.

"Can I leave?"

Mu Rong asked.

Yan Danchen tried to stand up, but his feet gave way and his body threw forward uncontrollably.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Mu Rong stretched out his hands, directly supported her two elbows, pushed her back, and pushed her back to the examination table.

"I still can't use my strength."

Yan Danchen tried to clench his fist, but couldn't do it at all.

After thinking for a while, Mu Rong asked: "If you don't mind, I can carry you."

Yan Danchen hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Then I'll trouble you."

"You're welcome, we're all friends, and you've helped me too."

Mu Rong turned around and squatted down: "Come on!"

Yan Danchen's pale cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes were a little complicated.

Holding Mu Rong's arm, she lay on Mu Rong's back.

Holding her knees, Mu Rong stood up.

"ah!"

Yan Danchen had no strength and almost lost his balance and fell backward.

Fortunately, Mu Rong reacted quickly and quickly adjusted his center of gravity to shake her forward.

Jumping forward, Yan Danchen lay down against Mu Rong's back.

Although winter clothes were thicker, Mu Rong could still clearly feel the two soft balls hitting his back.

Yan Danchen's exclamation was suppressed by her, and his figure was reflected on the glass of the filing cabinet in front of Mu Rong.

Behind him, Yan Danchen bit his lip, two blushes already appearing on his cheeks.

Not wanting to be too embarrassed, Mu Rong cleared his throat and pretended not to notice and said, "You have helped me, and I will take you out to take a taxi."
To be continued...