Chapter 80 boxer

I was about to close the doors of the gymnasium when a tall stranger walked up to me. He is wearing a black hat, black suit, black shoes and black coat, and is carrying a handbag. His eyes were also black. "I heard you arrange boxing matches for people?" he asked. I shrugged. "I've been agent to a few good players." Yes, he was the manager of several good players, but none of them were top-notch players.The best was Stone, who had been featured in Boxing Magazine and ranked tenth in lightweight, but only once.Later, he met Nano and lost four games in a row, so I decided to ask him to retire.

"I want you to be my agent," said the stranger. "I'm going to go into boxing." I looked at him.He was a massive man, weighing an estimated one hundred and ninety pounds, and probably six feet one.However, his face was pale, as if he hadn't basked in the sun for a long time.And his age, which is hard to guess, but certainly not a young man. "How old are you?" I asked. He moved. "What's the best age for a boxer?" "Sir," I said, "it is illegal in this state for any man over forty to take part in a boxing match." "I'm thirty," he said quickly. "I'll get you a birth certificate."

I smile slightly. "Hey, my friend, in the boxing business, thirty years old is just passing the peak, not just starting." His eyes flickered. "But I'm strong, unbelievably strong." I grinned. "Like the poet said, you got supernatural power at the age of ten because your heart was pure?" He nodded. "I did have this power at the age of ten, but not because of a pure heart. The fact that I knew I had this great power made me realize that it's best to use it legally." He put down his bag, walked over to where the barbell was, and played with it like a child's toy.

I don't know how much that barbell weighs, I'm an amateur at lifting weights, but I remember, two hours ago, when Winnie lifted that barbell, he was sweating and swearing, Winnie was a heavyweight boxer, he had to live The state weightlifting champion. Strangers impress me, but I'm still not very interested. "So, you have a lot of strength, maybe I can introduce you to some local weightlifters who have their own clubs." His eyes were burning. "Liftlifting doesn't make money, and I need big bucks," he sighs. "I never worried about money before, but now, when I need it most, I don't have money. I woke up that night and suddenly found that I had no money."

I looked at him again. His clothes looked expensive, but a little dirty and wrinkled, as if he had been wearing them for a long time, and he might have slept in them. "I read a lot of newspapers," he said. "Sports journalism included, I know that with a little effort there is a lot of money to be made in boxing." He pointed to the tote bag. "Before I was broke, I bought boxing shorts and shoes and had to borrow gloves." I raise my eyebrows. "You mean to say, you're going to compete with others right now?" "right." I look at the gym and it's empty now except for a guy named Bobby who's punching the bag.

Bobby was a good kid, motivated, punched well and had a bright future.He has won six fights so far, three by knockouts and three by referees.However, I don't think he can be a top player. I thought to myself: Well, let the gentleman in black try it, and get over it, so I can go to bed—my bed, a cot in the office. I called Bobby over and said to him, "This gentleman wants to come on stage and give you a few signs." Bobby agrees, and the stranger enters the locker room and emerges in black shorts. After I tried on the glove for him, he and Bobby went on the set and each had a corner.

I took out a new cigar, struck the gong, and lit. Bobby, as usual, took the initiative, meeting strangers three-quarters of the way down the field.He threw a right, followed by a left hook, which the stranger easily dodged.Then, the stranger swings his left fist so fast you can't see it.The punch landed Bobby on the jaw, and he fell on his back, passing out. I found the match had burned my finger and blew it out.Then I crawled into the arena to watch Bobby, okay, he was still breathing, but it took a while to wake up. If you've been in boxing for as long as I have, just seeing that left hook makes your heart beat faster.

I looked around for someone else to replace Bobby, but as I said, there was no one in the gym.I licked my lips and said, "Man, how's your right? Is it as good as a left hook?" "Actually, my right is better than my left." After hearing this, I was so frightened that I sweated. "My God, I admit that you fight very well, but in boxing, you not only need to throw a punch, but you also need to be able to receive a punch. Can you do it?" He smiled. "Of course, give it a try." What's wrong with this?Better figure it out now, if he can take a punch.

I took the glove off Bobby's right hand and put it on my own. Thirty years ago, when I was at my peak, my right fist was very powerful, and it's not bad now, so I hit him on the jaw with all my might. Then, I jumped aside with tears in my eyes, my hand hurt like it was broken, and the stranger stood there smiling without changing his face. While I was checking my right hand for injury, Bobby woke up and I was glad my finger wasn't broken. Bobby stood up with a groan, ready to hit again. "He's lucky." Bobby was brave, but he had no brains. "No more calls tonight, Bobby," I said, "Another day." I told him to shower, and then took the stranger to my office.

"What's your name?" "My name is Gary." He spoke with an accent, probably from a foreign country.I said, "Okay, from now on I'll call you Gary and you'll call me Warren." I lit my cigar. "Gary, I may be able to make you successful, but first we have to make everything legal. Tomorrow morning, we go to the lawyer, and he will draw up the contract for us, making us partners." Gary said nervously, "Unfortunately, not tomorrow morning or afternoon, in fact, not any morning or afternoon any day." I frowned, not understanding what he meant. "why not?"

"I have what's called photophobia." "What is photophobia?" "I can't stand the sun." "Will you suffer from heat stroke?" "It's not just heatstroke." I chew on my cigar: "Is this photophobia preventing you from boxing?" "No, actually, I think it has to do with my stamina. All the fixtures have to be in the evening anyway." "That's not difficult, anyway, boxing matches are held at night now." I thought for a while. "Gary, don't bring this photophobia up to the board of health. I don't know what they'll think. We'd better not take the risk. Isn't this photophobia contagious?" "Normally not," he grinned wide this time, and I could see why he'd pursed it before. He has two big teeth on the upper gum, like canine teeth, each growing at the corner of the mouth. That's unsightly, and if it were me, I'd unplug them. He cleared his throat and said, "Warren, may I advance a little money?" Usually, if anyone I've just met asked to borrow money, I'd tell him to fuck off.But this Gary is a very promising guy, and I think an exception can be made.I said, "Sure, Gary, I guess you don't have money for dinner." "No," he said, "but my landlord said that if I don't pay the rent again, I will be evicted." About eleven o'clock the next morning, I got a call from Nash about the McGallough-Burke game on Saturday night. McGallough is Nash's pride, and it can also be said to be the source of his happiness.He's heavyweight, fast, and young.Nash carefully trained him. Maybe McGallough is not a top figure, but he can make a lot of money before he retires. "Warren," Nash said, "we had a problem with Saturday's game. Burke was sick at the weight check, so he couldn't play. I need someone to fill his place. Do you have anyone on hand? " Burke has won 18 games and lost 10 times. The newspapers are still optimistic about him, but the newspapers did not mention that out of the 10 games he lost, 6 of them were knocked out and he won. Eighteen games later, losing streak.So, I know what kind of boxer Nash wants to replace Burke. I thought about it for a while.There are three or four retired boxers currently in the gym who are willing to fight for money.Then, I remembered Gary. Usually, when you find a new guy, you take it slow, but, with Gary, I think there are shortcuts. I said to the phone, "Nash, I can't think of anyone right now, but a new guy came last night named Gary." "I've never heard of it. How about his winning and losing record?" "I don't know. He is from abroad. I don't have his record yet." Nash asked cautiously, "Have you ever seen him punch?" "I've seen him use his left hand, and his speed is very fast, but I haven't seen him use his right hand, and I don't know the condition of his right hand." Nash asked with interest: "Is there anything else?" "He came here in a shabby suit and told me he was broke and that if he could succeed, he would be a top player at thirty-five, and I believe that one day." Nash laughed. "Okay, but I don't want to be vulnerable, can he survive two rounds?" "I can't promise you anything, but I'll do my best." When Gary showed up at the gym that evening, I rushed him to his lawyers, and then to his pregame physicals, while we took 10 percent of the tickets for each game. I gave Gary a robe with nothing written on the back, but it was black, which he liked. Then, we enter the arena. McGallough is a local, so there are a lot of people who come to see the game, and most of his neighbors come. We got ready on the field and when the bell rang, McGallough made the sign of the cross over his chest and jumped out of his corner. Gary didn't move, turned his head in horror, and asked me, "Did McGallough have to do that?" "What?" I asked. "Gary, let me tell you, there is no time to be afraid, let's play!" Gary glanced at the referee and McGallough standing in the middle of the arena, took a deep breath, turned and ran over. He slammed his left hand out and hit McGallough on the jaw, and that was it. It was as simple as that, just one punch, and McGallough was lying on the ground just like Bobby last night. Even the referee was dumbfounded, and it took several seconds before he woke up and started counting. Counting or not counting is the same, and that game totaled nineteen seconds, including the referee's counting time. Some people booed dissatisfiedly, not because McGallo lost, but because the fight was too fast, and a stranger won again, and the fans thought it was not worth the money. We went back to the locker room, and Nash rushed in, panting.He flushed with rage, glared at Gary, and pulled me aside. "Warren, are you playing with me?" I am innocent. "Nash, I swear, this is purely accidental." "Let's play one more game" "Again?" I rubbed my chin. "Maybe, but in this case, I think Gary's interests should be protected. We're going to split sixty percent of the tickets, not ten percent." Nash was so angry that he almost jumped up, but he thought that this was a blemish on his boxing record. The sooner you scrub, the better.After arguing for a long time, we finally decided to split in half. Two nights later, I closed the gym door and went back to the office to find Gary sitting in front of the TV watching a vampire flick.As soon as I got in, he changed the channel. I nodded and said, "I can't stand this kind of vampire movie. Even if it's a movie, I like logical ones. That kind of movie is illogical." "Illogical?" "Yeah. Like, there's a vampire in the beginning, and he slips out and sucks someone's blood and turns that person into a vampire too, right? So now there's two vampires, and a week later they're both Hungry, go out for food, suck the blood of two more people, and become four vampires. A week later, four go out for food, and then there are eight." "Yes," Gary said. "In twenty-one weeks, we should have one,048,576 vampires, right?" "Probably so. In thirty weeks all the people on the face of the earth will be vampires, and in two weeks they will all starve to death, because there is no more food to be found." Gary grinned, showing his big canine teeth. "Warren, you can do the math. However, if these imaginary vampires understand that sucking human blood dry will turn the victim into a vampire and become his competitor, then will they restrict it? If They just smoke a little bit for one person and a little bit for that person, and it only makes the victim feel slightly anemic and tired for a few days, if that’s the case, wouldn’t it be a problem?” I nodded, turned down the volume on the TV, and talked about the game. "Gary, I know you can knock out McGullough in seconds, but let's remember that a boxing match is also a show. Audiences don't want to pay to see a twenty-second fight. We have to put on a show for a while , to entertain the audience. So, when we meet McGallough again, I want you to fight him for a while, don't hit him too hard, make the game look even, until the fifth round, and then knock him down .” I light a cigarette. "If you are too good, it will be difficult to find an opponent in the future. We have to think about the future. You can knock the opponent out, but don't make it too easy." During the weeks we waited for the rematch with McGallough, I couldn't get Gary to practice at all, he just didn't want to. So, I just let him go without interfering.Also, he refused to give me the address, I guess he was too proud and didn't want me to see his shabby place.Also, he doesn't have a phone, but he comes to the gym every day or two to see if there's anything going on. The day of the second race has arrived.Gary and McGallough had a lively fight, back and forth, for four rounds, and in the fifth round, Gary knocked McGallough down with a punch. In the following days, we signed a lot of games, because we are open to all comers. I negotiated with Gary that he was going to get knocked out two or three times a game.After using this strategy, we left the audience with the impression that Gary could fight but not suffer, and gradually every boxing agent thought that his men could knock Gary down. In a year, we participated in seven official competitions and knocked out our opponents in each game, so we gradually attracted the attention of people in other states.Now, we have a lot of money, Gary was happy for half a year, but later I found out that he was preoccupied. I asked him what was going on, but he shook his head and refused to say anything. He became famous and attracted the attention of girls.They admired him and adored him, and he treated each other with courtesy, never even asking the girls where they lived, and as far as I know, never visiting them. One morning after we won our tenth game, I was in my office looking forward to a bright future when there was a knock on the door. A woman came in. She was well-dressed, of medium height, of average appearance, with black hair and a too-big nose. She looked nothing special.She stood there with a nervous look on her face. She swallowed and asked, "Can I find Mr. Gary here?" "He comes here once in a while," I said, "but I don't know when he comes." "You don't have his address?" "No, he likes to keep it secret." She froze for a moment, then decided to tell me why she was here. "Two weeks ago, I drove out of state to visit my aunt. When I came back, it was already dark. I couldn't get my way, and it was raining that day. I turned and turned, hoping to find a familiar road. I drove Got on a dirt road and my car slid into a ditch. I couldn't get the car out and finally gave up trying and sat and waited to see if any cars passed by, but there was no traffic on that road at all, There was no one around, I was exhausted, and finally fell asleep. I had a weird dream, but now that I think about it, it’s not a dream. Anyway, when I woke up, there was a tall man next to my car door, looking down He looked at me. He really startled me at first, but when I regained my composure, I asked him to give me a ride to a place with a telephone, and to call my father and ask him to send for me. His The car was parked on the side of the road, so he drove me to an intersection with a gas station." I noticed that she had two red spots on her throat that looked like mosquito bites. She continued: "Anyway, when I called, he drove away without leaving his name or accepting a thank you. But I've been thinking about him..." She blushed. "Last night, when I was watching the evening news, I saw Mr. Gary's picture on the screen. I didn't know that the stranger who helped me that night was him. I asked around and someone told me. You are his manager and you gave me the address of the gym.I just wanted to drop by and say thank you in person. " I nod. "Next time I see Gary, I'll tell him." She was still standing there thinking, suddenly, she became cheerful. "Also, I want to return a wallet to him. There is a thousand yuan in it. It was dropped next to my car, and the tow truck found it when it was towing my car." I thought to myself: It's amazing, that tow truck driver is really an honest gentleman, he picked up one thousand yuan, but he hasn't kept it for himself.However, even though I thought so in my heart, I nodded. "Okay, give me a thousand yuan, and I will pass it to him for you." She gave a dry laugh. "Unfortunately, I forgot to bring out my money and wallet," she said, opening her purse and pulling out a ballpoint pen and a piece of paper. "My name is Daphne. I will leave my address. Please forward it to Mr. Gary. He must come in person to claim it." When Gary came the next day, I told him about Daphne and gave him the note. Gary frowned. "I haven't lost a thousand dollars, and besides, I never use my wallet." I grinned. "I know. But I'd like to pay you a thousand dollars to get to know you. Is she telling lies?" "Well... I... I found her asleep in the car and sent her to the gas station." "I didn't know you had a car." "I bought it last week. It's not convenient to have a car in some places." "What brand of car?" "Volkswagen 1974, good motor, body in need of repair." He sat at my desk, eyes contemplative. "She drives a Lincoln Deluxe." "Don't worry, Gary, you'll be driving one of those cars soon." Now, our boxing career is thriving, and we don't have to beg others like we used to. We won two more games, and the TV station showed those two games live. Gary should be happy, but he is still unhappy. He came into my office one night and announced, "Warren, I'm getting married." I was taken aback, but it's not surprising that many boxers are married. "With whom?" "Daffin." It took me a while to understand. "You mean that Daphne?" He nodded. I stare at him. "I hope you're not mistaken, Gary, but the lady isn't very pretty." He raised his neck. "She has a lot of personality." I doubt it.I said, "Gary, stop kidding yourself, she's not right for you." "It will be a good match soon." With an idea, I asked in surprise: "Gary, you didn't marry her for money, did you?" He blushed. "Why not? It's happened before." "But, Gary, you don't have to marry for other people's money. You're going to be rich in no time, lots of money, millions." He turned away. "Warren, I've had a lot of letters from people who care about me, especially relatives, who seem to have heard about my exposure in the boxing world. They all accuse me and say that someone from my background should not fight for money. game." He dared not look at me. "I've thought about it for a long time. I think they're right that I shouldn't be a professional boxer. All my relatives and friends were unanimously against it.Warren, if a person wants to live happily in this world, he must have his self-esteem and the approval of his peers. " "Nobility?" I said. "You mean royalty? You're a duke? You have noble blood in your veins?" "So to speak," he sighed. "My relatives have started donating money to save me from poverty, but I cannot accept their relief." "But you don't care about marrying that woman for money?" "Warren," he said. "There's nothing wrong with being married for money. Plus, being married allows me to stop boxing." We fought for hours and I asked him to reconsider and told him how much boxing would bring him and me. In the end, he seemed to soften a little, at least when he left, promising to think again. A week passed without any news from him, and I was so anxious that I was about to have a nervous breakdown. One night around ten thirty, Bobby came into my office with a letter.As soon as I saw the letter, I felt bad at once, and my hands trembled when I opened it.Sure enough, it was Gary's letter. Dear Warren: I am deeply sorry that things have changed like this, however, I have decided to retire from boxing.I know that you have high hopes for my future, and I am convinced that I can really earn the millions you said.But, goodbye and good luck.However, I decided not to leave you empty-handed. gary Won't leave me empty-handed?Did he leave me a check in the envelope or something?I shook the envelope and nothing fell out.What does it mean that he will not empty my hands? I looked furiously at Bobby, who was still standing there. He grinned and said, "Hit me!" I stare at him.There were two big red spots on Bobby's throat from mosquito bites, and two big canine teeth that he had never seen before growing out of his mouth. "Hit me!" he said again. Maybe I shouldn't have hit him, but, I waited a week and it all came to nothing.I want to vent.So, I punched him as hard as I could. That punch broke my wrist. I actually smiled when the doctor put the cast on me. I found someone to replace Gary.