Damn you, Grandma Amaterasu! How dare you claim to be the best in the world in karate? Li Moyang felt an evil fire rush to his forehead.

As he walked forward, a group of tourists surrounded the karate guys and took pictures.

"So handsome!"

"Karate is much more practical than martial arts."

"Damn, what are you talking about? Karate was introduced from China, okay?" a tourist retorted.

This is a group of Chinese tourists, taking photos with karate practitioners as the background and various scissor hands.

Li Moyang was speechless.

The prosperity of Tokyo is far from being comparable to that of several large cities in China. The towering buildings are looming in front of you, and the flow of people coming and going gives people a feeling of an extremely urgent pace of life.

This is a modern city with soft Eastern and Western cultures, but under that modernity, there are some traditions that have not been abandoned.

Compared with China, too many traditional things have been lost, one of which is martial arts!

Chinese martial arts only look beautiful in domestic movies, but they are difficult to show off. Looking around the world, there are many people practicing karate in foreign countries, but not many people practice Chinese martial arts. In the final analysis, the actual combat ability of Chinese martial arts is not strong.

There is nothing practical about it, it is just a show. After decades of practice, he still gets beaten in the end. Who would practice that stuff anymore? When he thinks of the martial arts style on TV and the clowns at the martial arts conference, Li Moyang feels uncomfortable mentally.

On the other hand, karate and taekwondo have both airs and practicality, so they do not attract talents. Li Moyang sighed, and today I will restore your understanding.

The few karate practitioners were holding signs and shouting, seemingly enrolling students. The sign read: Qianyu Gym.

It seems that you are really good at recruiting students. Well, Qianyu Gym will take action on you today.

When you go to the gym, you still have to put on makeup and change your appearance. Nowadays, everyone has a mobile phone in their hand, so don’t send it to the Internet. Then your identity will become popular, and don’t end up affecting your absconding.

Li Moyang made up his mind and went to the bathroom of a nearby shopping mall. With luck, he used his mobile phone to directly search Chen Zhen's face on Baidu. Not to mention, Little Japan did a good job with the Internet. The free wifi in the shopping mall was really fast.

When he stood on the street again, his face looked exactly like Chen Zhen in the TV series "Huo Yuanjia".

Damn it, I should go to the gymnasium with a plaque under my arm, but unfortunately, where can I find a plaque on the streets of Japan? That’s it.

Take a taxi and go to Qianyu Gym. The taxi driver should know the location.

When the taxi driver saw Li Moyang getting into the car, he suddenly froze and looked up and down.

Li Moyang noticed the driver's strange behavior: "Is there any problem?" He spoke in a standard Akita pronunciation.

"Excuse me, where are you?" The driver was stunned again and asked in Japanese, then whispered in Chinese Mandarin, "Oh my god, you really look like Chen Zhen."

Li Moyang smiled, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and an evil smile appeared: "You are Chinese, haha."

When the driver heard that this guy could actually speak Chinese, he immediately became interested: "You are also Chinese, right? Let me tell you, there is no one like Chen Zhen in little Japan."

"Well, let's go to Qianyu Gym!" Li Moyang smiled noncommittally.

The driver regained his energy and started the taxi on the road. He looked at Li Moyang again: "Brother, you are not going to play in the gym, are you? You are awesome. Qianyu Gym is an iron plate and it is not easy to kick. Can you do it?"

Li Moyang glanced at the taxi driver coldly. In his impression, the Chinese people who came to Japan to work were not very interesting.

"Remove that!" Li Moyang said coldly.

The taxi driver curled his lips and said: "Good intentions are not rewarded. I am reminding you because you are a compatriot. Director Qianyu is one of the top ten karate masters in the Japanese country. You should be careful and don't think that if you look like Chen Zhen, your kungfu will be better than that of Chen Zhen."

Chen is really awesome.”

Li Moyang suddenly became interested in this middle-aged taxi driver: "Are you Chinese?"

The driver said with a vicissitudes of life: "Yes, I am from Anhui, China. I have been coming to Japan for ten years to earn money to support my family."

"I'm doing pretty well, and I'm even renting a car."

"Haha, all the Chinese people in the Japanese country do are labor-intensive jobs. I'm pretty good at it, and there are others who carry corpses, but that one makes money faster."

Li Moyang suddenly became more interested. He wanted to understand one thing: "Brother, are you being discriminated against in Japan? Tell the truth."

"Haha, you are often asked this question. I can only say that it is a very boring question. I don't know when this statement started and from whom it came out. I can only express my regret for this statement.

People who have been discriminated against say to examine yourself first.

I have met some people who come to Japan to study, and not all of them are elegant and high-quality students. Some of them came to Japan because they had no hope of getting into college at home; some of them came to Japan in order to rush into excellent famous schools and create a second place in their lives.

Opportunity students.

There is such a small group of disgusting Chinese people in Japan. They are the kind of people in China who are annoying to everyone. When you come to Japan and don't pay attention, why should others respect you? Just because you are Chinese?

During class, Erlang crossed his legs and leaned back, looking like a bad boy. When the teacher was teaching, he was talking and laughing in a fluent dialect. The other students couldn't hear the teacher's lecture and were so angry that they banged the table. If you were a teacher, would you respect it?

This kind of student?

People who throw garbage everywhere will not be respected here. Foreigners, including Chinese, who do not sort their garbage are disgusting to Japanese people.

People do not line up in public places, fight for seats, and people who talk loudly on the phone are not welcome.

As long as you behave uprightly and do well, no one will disrespect you. If you want others to respect you, you must first learn to respect others and respect yourself.

If Chinese people abroad don’t pay attention to their own image, it will really be a disgrace to the country. So first look at what you are doing to see if there is anything wrong with it. If you are a person who always complains, then keep saying this.

Come on over."

Li Moyang smiled, this driver was still very capable, despite his appearance he was still a bit angry.

"When you say that, it seems like people in China are not doing well."

"That's not true. When living in the Japanese country, at least you have to be confident and don't lose your dignity. Japanese people actually look down on those who lose their dignity."

"That makes sense!" Li Moyang nodded.

"In fact, the Japanese people have always had a desire to destroy China in their hearts, because China is too big and the Japanese country is too small. What you don't understand is that only if you live in the Japanese country for ten years will you understand the Japanese people's deep feelings for China.

Envy, jealousy and hatred. It is a pity that some people in China imagine that the Japanese people are modest gentlemen and our good neighbors with only a strip of water... I am speechless.

Although I live in the Japanese country, I have always paid attention to domestic affairs. It seems that it was reported in the Internet that the domestic train stopped for a tourist group from the Japanese country and asked them to catch their flight."

"Know."

"Then you must also know that a Japanese farmer broke his leg in Mount Emei, and China dispatched a helicopter to rescue him, right?"

"Know!"

"It took three days for Japanese people to solve the case after they lost their bicycles in Wuhan, but no one accepted the case for Chinese people who lost their bicycles. You know this, right?"

"Haha, I know."

"The more I think about the matter of losing bicycles, the funnier it becomes. Why do Japanese people find their bicycles back quickly if they lose them in China, while no one cares about Chinese people when they lose their bicycles?

Is it because Japanese bicycles are expensive? But Chinese bicycles are mostly cheap, costing only a few hundred dollars, so the police can't file a case?

Or is it that when a Japanese bicycle is lost in China, it is suspected that China has lost its dignity, while a Chinese bicycle is lost because he did not take good care of it?

Otherwise, the domestic police often remind you to take good care of your property. It is the police's fault if they don't remind you, and it is your fault if you don't take good care of your property.

I also thought that the Japanese could quickly solve the case if they lost their bicycles, which would improve the international image of the Chinese police and impress their international counterparts.

And if Chinese people lose more bicycles, maybe it can boost GDP. At that time, all parts of the country are developing by leaps and bounds. No one wants to hold back, and the police are no exception, haha.

This time, the Wuhan police quickly solved the case and improved their image, but they lost the face of the Chinese people. Their bicycles were ridden in more than a dozen countries and were not lost, but they were lost in China? Let me tell you, the Japanese lost their bicycles.

The Chinese people are in disgrace!"

Li Moyang smiled gloomily, and it was obvious to the onlookers who were fascinated by the authorities. This dear man’s analysis was very good and accurate.

The driver went on to say: "Now there are frictions between the two countries over the East China Sea issue, and some right-wing elements even intercept and beat Chinese tourists. However, Chinese tourists are not coming in droves yet."

"Haha, I know better. I met a group just now."

"Haha, it's good to know, I can only repay this..."

The driver smiled bitterly and sighed, feeling helpless.

Li Moyang agreed, there are some idiots in the country, and only by letting them experience the Nanjing Massacre for themselves will they understand the nature of the wolf around them!

But when the driver said this, Li Moyang became curious and asked: "Then why do you still live and work in Japan?"

"Haha, young man, I find you quite cute. Remember, not all people living in China love China, and not all Chinese living in Japan don't love China."

This time, Li Moyang didn't laugh out loud. The middle-aged Huaxia driver was right. He was silent for a long time.

"Haha... We've arrived at our destination. I wish you good luck, Chen Zhen!"

The taxi driver smiled, collected the taxi fare, and drove away. There was disdain on his face. Maybe he was a mentally retarded person who came to Japan to seek death.

Li Moyang looked at the taxi going away, sighed for a long time, and said to himself, Brother driver, you are wrong, please don't be disappointed in China. Maybe you will see from the top today that at least one bloody Chinese is here to play.

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In front of you is a simple oriental building, which is very conspicuous in the suburbs of Tokyo. There is a black plaque at the door with four large white characters: Qianyu Gym.

Li Moyang adjusted his whole body, exuding a strong aura, and a pair of bright eyes shot out a shining light, like burning flames.

Use force to solve everything! Thinking about it makes your blood boil!

Li Moyang's blood was so intense that he couldn't help but want to scream loudly to vent his anger. He completely forgot the purpose of his trip to the Japanese country. He only had one thought in his mind: kick the gym! Flatten the Qianyu Gym!

I don’t have the Sick Man of East Asia plaque in my hand, but I can kick the Qianyu Gym plaque to pieces!

Li Moyang jumped up, and the four-meter-high gate tower was easily leveled. He reached out and took off the heavy Qianyu Gym plaque, tucked it under his arm, and opened the door to enter the gym courtyard.

The trees and bushes in the courtyard are very delicate. A roaring sound came from the main hall. Li Moyang opened the sliding door. There were more than forty people in the hall wearing karate uniforms and practicing kicking. A guy who looked like a coach, with his hands behind his back,

With his back to Li Moyang, he was giving orders.
Chapter completed!