Chapter 77 Chapter 77: Overdue

What Situ Haonan said is true.

Jingyi had long forgotten that there was a group of brothers in Tseung Kwan O. Even if someone remembered, they didn't bother to greet them.

The big boss is gone, and the way to make money has nothing to do with Feimao and the others.

Smoking is a problem, so you have to pay the toll to get into Wan Chai!

"Brother Feimao is a talented person. My boss said that as long as he is willing to pass the exam, he will get 5,000 yuan for living expenses."

"Here's one thousand yuan. I'm in love with Brother Feimao. I'll take it out of my pocket first and treat everyone to a drink."

Situ Haonan never thought that Le Ge's name could make people bow to him.

After all, you still need money to do it.

One thousand yuan was placed on the billiard table, and it immediately had a chemical effect.

Feimao's eyes were fixed on the money for a long time, and he forced himself to look away. His mouth was so bitter that he couldn't say a single harsh word.

"Brother Feimao, I'll take it as your nod. Tomorrow at eight o'clock in the evening, we'll be having a treat at Sheng Kee Restaurant in Tsuen Wan. Remember to prepare the red envelopes."

"That's it for now, see you then."

Situ Haonan stood up, stuffed the money into Feimao's shirt pocket, and said seriously.

After saying that, Situ Haonan asked Tony to leave. After all, there were two groups of people to meet and time was tight.

After Situ Haonan left, Feimao's younger brothers gathered around and started asking questions.

Feimao sighed, pinched the money in his pocket, and formally bid farewell to Jingyi in his heart.

As Lin Huaile's top horse, his long hair is naturally like an old fairy's fart, which is extraordinary.

This is the last resort to win over the old guys who can't get on the stage. After all, these guys are mothers if they have breasts, and their loyalty is close to zero.

Today I am with you because of money, but tomorrow I may be with someone else.

They were all watching pornographic films and drinking cold water, not holding back any serious farts.

Changmao is from Chaoshan. Although he cannot speak a word of Chaoshan dialect, his love for his hometown cannot be wiped out.

The children of Southern Guangdong are very angry. Whether they are traveling to Southeast Asia or punching in Southeast Asia, they all need explosive force.

Therefore, there are many martial arts masters, including Ip Man, and there are hundreds of them.

Martial arts masters have few ways to make money, so they can only recruit apprentices and open martial arts schools.

Of course, these martial arts masters still have a bottom line. Not teaching the truth is their final principle.

But this situation has fundamentally changed in Xiangjiang.

Hungry makes you want to change. These principled martial arts masters began to sincerely practice religion in exchange for Wowotou.

The person Changmao came to visit this time was an old martial arts master.

"Uncle Zhong, Uncle Zhong!"

Putting the wife cake in his hand on the ground, Changmao knocked loudly on the door, calling to the martial arts master inside.

"Crunch..."

The thick wooden door opened a gap, and the dark wind blew out from inside, ruffling the long hair.

"That one?"

An eye appeared in the crack of the door, and a hoarse voice came out along with the cold wind.

Changmao shivered because of the wind, and immediately replied: "I am the son of Fengtian, come here to see the master!".

The person behind the wooden door fell silent, probably recalling that Fengtian was the one.

"It turns out he is Liu Zai's son, come in!"

The wooden door was half opened, and a dry old man with white hair and a childlike face, wearing a long gown, appeared in the sunshine.

"Okay, Grandpa!"

Changmao picked up the wife cakes, tea leaves, and wine on the floor, and followed the old man in front of him.

Because in the countryside, the yard is very large, but because no one has taken care of it, the patio is overgrown with weeds and mice are running around.

"Grandpa, I'm looking for Mr. Zhang Yunshan. Where is he?"

Changmao expressed his approval with both hands and feet to Brother Le's plan to plant the flag in Tuen Mun.

There is not much water to get out of this street, and there are a lot of horse breeders. There are not many young men, so how can they show off their authority outside!

So he contacted his father overnight and wanted to ask him if there was anything he could do.

There was a great sage in the countryside. Changmao's old man immediately remembered his mentor whom he hadn't seen for thirty years and told Changmao that he was a top master and could easily take down a dozen gangsters with his bare hands.

When Changmao heard this, he asked for the secret code, bought gifts, and drove to the countryside of the New Territories in his Regal.

"Young boy, you have the same problem as your father, you have bad eyesight!"

Zhang Yunshan walked to the foot of Yunjing, sat on the bamboo rocking chair, and waved to Changmao to sit down.

After touching the gray hair, he was not angry and put the gift next to Zhang Yunshan.

"Master, my father knows that you like to drink tea, so I went to buy Longjing tea specially."

"This is my disciple's idea. Please don't be too little, Master."

After Changmao introduced the gift he had brought, he took out a red envelope from his pocket, which contained three thousand yuan. He half-bent down and placed it on the small table next to the rocking chair.

"It's been thirty years since your father came to pay me New Year's greetings."

"When I was leaving, I also took a gold case pocket watch with me and left a note saying it was for my future wife."

"Why, your boy is back to pay off the debt?"

Zhang Yunshan closed his eyes, moved his ears, and mercilessly exposed the old man's bottom with his mouth.

Changmao never knew that his thick-browed, big-eyed, honest dad could be so flexible.

He really didn't know how much the gold pocket watch cost, but it must be worth more than the money in the red envelope.

"Master, you'd better ask him for my father's account!"

"My disciple is here this time because he has something important to discuss with you."

Changmao sat on a small chair, wiped the sweat from his head, and said flatteringly.

"A sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, no blessings, I dare not listen to your important matters!" Zhang Yunshan changed his posture and said calmly.

I don’t know why my father offended his master and made me unable to speak.

Changmao could only tell the whole story about his purpose, and by the way, he added his idea of ​​promoting traditional martial arts.

"The Qinghong Gang is still not up to par. In the past, they relied on their strength to grab jobs at the Shanghai docks, but when they arrived in Xiangjiang, they still couldn't get on the road. They were like snakes and rats."

"If you tell me about flowers, aren't you just looking for thugs from me?"

"No one will use it for you!"

"Take all your money and things back!"

People are old and treacherous, and horses are old and slippery.

Zhang Yunshan had gone through all kinds of ups and downs in the world, and he had already developed a delicate heart. He knew what Changmao had planned, so he simply refused.

"Grandpa, people in Xiangjiang now say that martial arts is not as good as Muay Thai."

"No one has taught Baguazhang for a long time. It is said that Muay Thai is the king of street fighting."

Seeing Zhang Yunshan's expulsion order, Changmao became anxious. He immediately remembered the trump card that his father had told him and spoke out.

Hit the snake seven inches!

Zhang Yunshan, who has been teaching martial arts all his life, his only regret is that he did not publicize the name of Bagua Sect.

Zhang Yunshan opened his eyes for the first time, looked at Changmao sitting on the small stool, snorted coldly, and said coldly: "The method of exciting generals!"

"Your father should have taught you this."

"When I was a child, I didn't take boxing seriously and was playing tricks. He was number one!".
Chapter completed!