Chapter 1078: Attack, Business, and Work

Attack, Business, and Work "Alright, that's it for today!", the coach clapped his hands, and the

The day's training was over; for everyone here, this was perhaps a sound as beautiful as the music of the heavens.

Because the boxing gym has a pillar, namely Yisen, its reputation in the industry is not low.

In the past, they might have needed Lans to provide them with some financial assistance for the gym to operate normally.

But now, the various fees paid by the young people who come here specifically to learn boxing are enough to cover the entire gym's operating expenses, and there is even a considerable profit.

The coach is a very strict person; even for those young people who blindly want to follow the trend and learn, his training for them is very strict.

Not everyone can handle it. Some people stop coming after a few times, and the money they paid is as good as thrown away.

There are also some who persist, not just to avoid wasting their money, but more importantly, because they can really learn some real skills here.

Although it is a bit hard, there are basically only two types of people who can afford to pay to learn boxing and can study here for a long time.

One type wants to improve their quality of life by becoming a decent boxer; even as a blue-collar boxer, they have their own status and income in the boxing world.

The other type is purely wealthy and interested. They don't need to think about the future; as long as boxing hasn't made them feel bored, they will practice with full concentration and integrate into this group.

People clapped their hands to encourage each other, congratulating one another on completing another day of training, and praising each other's improved level today.

This is also a feature here; compared to other boxing gyms, it seems to have a bit more... commercial atmosphere?

Actually, that's not the case. At the beginning, when the gym didn't have many people, it was always the coach clapping to praise Yisen's level for improving a little.

Later, after the number of students here increased, they started clapping and praising each other themselves, and this became a characteristic program of the gym that was preserved.

More than a dozen students did not leave; instead, while wiping off their sweat, they came to the main ring, where Yisen was training on the platform.

Scientific training.

The things Lans talked to him about before made him try to accept scientific training and fighting styles. He said he would consider it, but in fact, this was his subtle way of agreeing.

During this time, the coach has been training Yisen using more scientific training methods and fighting styles, for example, right now—

There are two people on the ring, both wearing full protective gear, constantly attacking Yisen.

Yisen cannot counterattack; he can only choose to dodge constantly. Sometimes, if he can't dodge, he has to distinguish as quickly as possible which punch is a heavy punch and which is a light punch, and then take the hit squarely.

This training method is to let Yisen learn to dodge more effectively.

In the past, people felt that dodging was a disgrace for warriors; a real man never dodges when facing danger and attacks.

But with the emergence of scientific training and scientific fighting styles, and having gained a certain degree of validation, dodging has become a skill that people on the ring must at least know, if not be proficient in.

Under the ring, people watched Yisen, covered in oily sweat, constantly performing dodging movements under the attacks of two sparring partners. Although he still often took a punch, the overall fluidity was very good.

Such training is actually very boring, and Yisen's persistence made many people feel shocked.

The coach likes him; he is very serious and hardworking, and since he is a "big star," his behavior is spurring on the athletes in the entire gym, making them work twice as hard.

After practicing for another twenty minutes, Yisen finally ended today's training content.

"How do you feel?" The coach took the initiative to walk behind Yisen and help him knead his shoulders.

Yisen was panting heavily. He couldn't counterattack, only dodge and take hits constantly; this kind of training is simply hell!

But its effect is also very obvious.

Yisen, who had just started to come into contact with this kind of training, basically became a target. He was not used to this dodging confrontation mode, and his sparring partners always treated him like a punching bag.

But as the training time continued to lengthen, he gradually mastered the way of dodging in training. Now, relying on just one person to train him no longer has much effect, so two people were arranged.

Yisen nodded while panting, "It's okay. Now I have clearly improved a lot compared to before, and I have also made some progress in stamina management. Even if I don't knock the opponent down in the first seven rounds, I don't have to worry too much about stamina issues."

These are the good sides. The coach is very satisfied with his progress, "In a few days, I will help you find a better sparring partner, a real-combat sparring partner."

Yisen did not object. Now he knows very clearly that what he needs is this: a real-combat sparring partner to let him fully absorb the knowledge, experience, and perspective he has gained into his brain.

After the coach arranged tomorrow's training plan, he took the initiative to leave. He knew that at this time, everyone had been tired for a day, and the person they least wanted to see was him.

Once the coach left, the others gathered around and chatted with Yisen for a while. The reason they came here was that they valued Yisen being here.

Yisen was also willing to chat with them; this could also be considered a form of relaxation.

After another ten minutes or so, Yisen stood up, and the others knew he was going back.

In the eyes of these people, Yisen is like an ascetic, maintaining strict requirements for himself.

He never goes out to fool around with other students, and of course, he doesn't go out himself. Every day, he just goes between two points.

Either at the gym or at home; he rarely goes anywhere else.

In his own words, life is still very long, and there are still decades in the future to enjoy all of this properly.

So why not pursue the life you want most when you are young and full of strength?

People find it hard to understand his asceticism. After all, federal people pursue freedom, happiness, and unbridled enjoyment, not such rigid and strict adherence to a self-imposed schedule.

He took a shower in the bathroom, then changed into casual clothes, and walked out of the gym with his backpack on his back.

He lived just one street away from where he stayed, about three hundred meters. Walking to the gym and walking back every day was also a form of relaxation and enjoyment for Yisen.

He enjoyed this feeling, walking alone on the city streets, as if his whole person was drifting outside the city, able to perceive the rhythms and changes of this city, and even this world, in detail.

A sense of loneliness, but he didn't hate it; on the contrary, he liked it very much.

Greeting people and saying goodbye, he then embarked on this not-so-long lonely journey.

His mind was constantly thinking about some summaries and gains from today's training. It was already evening, past six o'clock. After he returned to his residence to get something to eat and read for a while, he could rest.

As he was walking, suddenly two cars swerved sharply and rushed toward him directly from the opposite lane. Under his dodging, these two cars blocked the sidewalk.

Yisen frowned. He stared at the people in the car windows of these two vehicles. The next second, the car doors were pulled open by them, and a group of people got out of the cars.

They were all wearing masks and holding sticks, looking at Yisen with unkind eyes.

Yisen took a deep breath and turned to run...

"Pleasure doing business with you!" Lans shook hands with the gentleman in front of him, then took two glasses of wine from the tray held by the person beside him and handed one to the other party.

The gentleman opposite also looked at Lans with a smile, "It is also my honor to be able to cooperate with the famous Lans family, Mr. Lans!"

The two clinked glasses, the wine glasses made a crisp sound, and then they drank it all in one gulp.

There wasn't much wine in the glass, just a mouthful, about an ounce or so; drinking it in one gulp was just right.

This was just a ritualistic thing. Federal people like ritual; it makes them feel that their lives are very modern and have style.

Lans was discussing a liquor supply cooperation with a local gang. The price of liquor in New Jincheng is on the high side—this refers to the cost price—which is much higher than the price in the South, caused by many reasons.

Someone found Lans and talked about wanting a stable liquor supply channel. Lans naturally had no reason to refuse, and the price the other party gave was also very appropriate.

Over the past two days, Lans conducted a background check. This is indeed a gang that has been operating a bootlegging business. The scale is not particularly large, and it has existed for a long time.

They don't need too much liquor, but the foundation of this cooperation is not about how much money is made, but about Lans's liquor entering the Jinzhou market.

Not just New Jincheng; once he gains a firm foothold here, he will expand to the surrounding areas and eventually seize more of the liquor market.

The retail price here is higher than in the southern region, so the profit generated by the liquor will also be higher. Whether it is cooperation or direct operation, it is a good thing.

Someone being able to take the initiative to come to him to discuss cooperation shows that Golden Lion Liquor already has some stable customer groups here.

The two put down their wine glasses, and the gang leader who ordered the liquor asked, "When can our liquor be delivered?"

"I can't wait to recommend this series of new liquor to my customers. Its craftsmanship level is obviously higher, and the price is more reasonable. I can already imagine people's love for it!"

Lans maintained a reserved smile and corrected a small mistake for him, "There is no liquor in our cooperation, but some natural fermented fruit juice."

"When the time comes, I will give you an instruction manual with the goods. You need to pay attention to it."

The guy opposite was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Are you always this cautious?"

"Alright, fruit juice, an interesting name."

"Then, when can my fruit juice arrive?"

Lans glanced at the watch on his wrist. There was a calendar on it, the latest watch, and the price was also very expensive, "After five days, our people will give you a designated location, and you can just take people to pick up the goods."

The gang leader who ordered the goods was stunned for a moment, "Isn't it a face-to-face transaction?"

Lans looked into his eyes, "Do you want a face-to-face transaction?"

The gang leader nodded, "Although I trust you and your gang very much, Mr. Lans, for the first transaction, I hope we can... be more formal. After all, this is the first transaction."

Lans considered it for a moment and did not refuse his invitation, "I will have someone notify you of the time and place when the time comes..."

While they were talking, a newly arrived captain knocked on the door.

Lans looked back and then apologized, "Sorry, I have to go see what happened."

The gang leader didn't seem to have the desire to stay any longer either. He packed up his things, "It just so happens that I have to say goodbye too, so I won't disturb you."

"See you later, Mr. Lans."

"See you later." He glanced at the butler, "Help me see... the gentleman out."

The young man outside the door walked in after the guest left, "Boss, Mr. Yisen was attacked."

Lans frowned, "How are the injuries?"

"He was injured a bit, but he is now at the police station. Someone called the police, and both he and the attackers were arrested."

Hearing this, Lans knew his injuries certainly wouldn't be too serious. He thought for a moment, picked up the phone, and dialed Lawyer Luo Ben's phone number.

The voice of Lawyer Luo Ben in the receiver was a bit dull, as if he were sick.

"If you are not feeling well now, I will change to another lawyer."

Hearing Lans's voice, Lawyer Luo Ben's voice in the receiver quickly became full of energy! "No, no need, I am very well, Mr. Lans. It has been a while since I received your call. I really... missed you too much!"

His excited voice was a bit off-key.

In the past, when Lans was still operating in Likalai State, it was the most comfortable time of his life. Almost every week, Lans would give him a job, and Lans was also very generous.

Sometimes a few hundred dollars, sometimes thousands or tens of thousands. Sometimes he might need to contact other judicial departments, and the money given would be even more.

Those few years were the most prosperous times for Lawyer Luo Ben. He never had to worry about work and orders.

And usually, other gangs would also come to him for help with lawsuits or to consult on legal issues.

Although his reputation was not very good, life was very easy.

But ever since the Lans family began to take over Likalai State, everything changed.

The rules they set made gangs turn into a kind of alternative capitalist. They started to make money crazily instead of fighting each other or grabbing territory, which also led to Lawyer Luo Ben's business being directly cut in half.

Especially in the last two years, he had already started to take on some ordinary civil and criminal work; otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to maintain his own law firm.

Now, finally hearing Lans's voice again, he felt as if he had ascended to heaven all at once!

"I am willing to serve you in anything, Mr. Lans!"

(End of chapter)