"Qianqianran, I would like to ask Mr. Ye what you mean by this?" Li Chunmian snorted coldly. This guy was actually on the verge of rage. His face and teeth seemed to be rattling. His muscles.
Chuan was also trembling a little, and he must have been angry.
"We are all downgraded people at the end of the world!" Ye Fan shrugged deliberately, pretending to be lonely, and said. He also glanced sideways at Daochang Li, pointing very clearly.
"Huh, different Taoists don't work together, why did Mr. Ye say this?" Taoist priest Li snorted.
"Could it be that Vice President Li and Vice President Li have straightened themselves up?" Ye Fan pretended to be surprised and looked at Li Changdao.
"What do you mean by that?" Daochang Li tried his best to restrain himself, as if he was screwing his teeth.
"Haha, I misunderstood. I was lamenting that we both hold deputy positions. Taoist priest Li is the vice-president of the Taoist Association, and the vice-president of something else. And I am only the deputy secretary-general in the Shuizhou Municipal Party Committee. So.
"It's just sympathy for each other, nothing else?" Ye Fan said with a faint smile. Even a fool can hear the meaning in those words. It's nothing more than that you, Li Chunmian, are just a nominal vice president and vice president. This is
Po Dongdong also used it to show off.
However, as soon as these words came out, Director Li finally became furious and hummed: "Please take action! Li, the deputy dean, would like to learn from the deputy chief of Shuizhou City whether his fist and kick skills are as good as his words?"
"Please!" Ye Fan lightly clasped his fists, glanced at Li Chunmian, and suddenly said, "However, Vice President Li, let's talk about the ugly things first. No matter who is injured in the sparring later,
Or if something unexpected happens, you won’t be able to regret it after it’s over, and you’ll have to be patient, right?”
"What do you mean by this? Who do you think I, Li Chunmian, am? I think I, Li Chunmian, belong to the Taoist Association..." At this point, Taoist priest Li Chunmian suddenly thought that he would definitely be angry if he revealed himself as the president.
Being teased by Ye Fan.
Therefore, Comrade Lao Li quickly stopped and hummed, "We are all notaries here today, how about we sign an agreement? I'm a little worried that Vice President Ye will go back on his word and won't let you go. I'm a wild man."
How can a person like you fight against a high-ranking official like you? Why don't the people fight against officials?"
Li Chunmian retorted, and that "Vice Vice" screamed very loudly.
"Win!" Ye Fan nodded, glanced at Li Chunmian, and said with a smile, "Since it's a competition, do you want to add some color? I think Li Daozhang is both the president and the dean, plus an elder, a mountain hermit, something like that.
, the Qingcheng sect praised Li Daochang so highly and had such a thunderous reputation. It has a history of more than 2,000 years and so on. In the Qing Dynasty, there were more than 100 military examiners and so on, Ye thought! Qingcheng, as such a big sect in China,
Is it comparable to Wudang Shaolin? Moreover, the seniors in Qingcheng must have accumulated a lot of wealth over the years, right? For example, silver coins, ingots, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, etc.?"
"Deputy General Ye wants to add some bonus, okay! Can you give me a number?" Li Chunmian glanced sideways at Ye Fan, and a trace of joy flashed from his eyes.
This time Taoist Li Chunmian came down and had another mission, which was to get more money from the Feng family to expand the Qingcheng sect. Modern society is completely different from the past. When encountering some disciples who are incompetent, they are
Not willing to learn martial arts.
What to do?
Of course, the Qingcheng Sect used deception, but modern people are not so easy to fool. Young people are fun, so they have to spend money. In the end, it almost became the Qingcheng Sect to pay their disciples to practice Kung Fu.
"How about this number?" Ye Fan smiled lightly and stretched out five fingers.
"Five million is not a lot. However, Li is a little worried that Deputy Secretary Ye, as a government official, cannot come up with this number. If he can come up with it, then he is not an 'official' or something like that? This is very bad.
, I heard that 5 million is enough to kill him. Li doesn’t want to hurt Deputy Ye. However, it doesn’t matter if he can’t take it. If he loses, he just needs to be willing to kowtow to Li three times and call him master.
That's it. What's more, aren't you the *** of the Honglian District Party Committee? I heard that Honglian District is quite wealthy. Although it is a run-down district, no matter how mosquitoes are broken, they are still meat, right? Well, we will go to Qingcheng Mountain by then
Come, spend some money to repair some Taoist temples and roads in Qingcheng Mountain."
"No!" Ye Fan raised his hand and said, "It's 50 million, not 5 million."
"50 million?" Chief Li Chunmian actually gasped and looked at Feng Lingkong, the head of the Feng family. All the comrades present were a little shocked. This number was indeed too big. It was a huge gamble. When had they ever seen such a thing?
Generally speaking, you can only see such a grand event when you see gambling kings in Hong Kong movies. In reality, you can hardly see it in Macau casinos or Las Vegas.
"We're out with 50 million." The head of the Feng Lingkong family was forced to nod under the eyes of Taoist priest Li Chunmian. At this moment, Taoist priest Li was a foreign aid of the Feng family and could not afford to offend him.
If Comrade Lao Li gets angry and leaves, the Feng family will suffer even greater losses. What's more, the head of the Feng family is quite confident in Daoist Li.
There is almost zero opportunity for a rookie like Ye Fan to win. Unless it was Daoist Li who let the situation slip on purpose, the Feng family leader believed that Daoist Li would not be like this. So, he immediately arranged for someone to do it. In less than five minutes, a ticket was worth 5,000
A check worth ten thousand was handed over.
After Li Chunmian took it, he pinched a corner of the check with one hand and flicked it, making an intoxicating rustling sound. Then he looked at Ye Fan with a smile, and the meaning was self-evident.
"Mr. Ye, this is 50 million. We lent it to you. If you win, it belongs to you, if you lose, it belongs to our Lu family." At this time, Lu Baiyun calmly took out a check and put it in Ye Fan's hand.
"How about Mr. Li, is the deal done?" Ye Fan asked with a smile.
"Deal!" Li Chunmian handed the check to the notary, Master Zhiyun, and Ye Fan was not slow and handed it over.
"As a notary, if there are some injuries between the two parties during the discussion, no one can blame the other. After the discussion is over, both sides can't make trouble anymore. The two checks will belong to the one who wins.
They are all witnesses, Taoist priest Li Chunmian and Deputy Chief Ye Fan, do you two agree?" Zhiyun said with a serious look on his face.
"I agree." Li Chunmian hummed.
"I agree. If I win by chance, I will donate 5 million from the 50 million to Kongyuan Temple as incense money." Ye Fan smiled lightly and threw out the 5 million without even blinking.
"Thank you!" Upon hearing this, Master Zhiyun quickly thanked the monk. A suppressed smile immediately appeared on the corner of the monk's mouth, and his expression was quite funny. It would be strange to be unhappy after suddenly losing 5 million.
Li Chunmian saw that he could no longer lag behind. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll withdraw 6 million."
Master Zhiyun, of course, expressed his joyful thanks again. He said in his heart that no matter who wins or loses, 5 million is in hand.
The two sides stood in the middle of the lawn, and the audience held their breath.
The two of them kept standing. After fifteen minutes, suddenly, Li Chunmian let out a cold snort: "Pull!"
Ye Fan also snorted coldly, and the air wave was turbulent. In an instant, the figures of the two sides overlapped. Everyone saw in the shadow of his legs that Daochang Li kicked Ye Fan in the head. But Ye Fan squatted down on the ground.
.
Seeing that Daochang Li's thundering leg was about to reach the bridge of Ye Fan's nose. Ye Fan suddenly exerted force and bowed even lower. From a distance, it looked like a bow that was about to break under pressure. Daochang Li
Just as his legs reached Ye Fan's head, Ye Fan suddenly jumped up from the ground, and his hands were like gentle streamers, pushing around Daochang Li like snakes.
This is the essence of Chen Style Tai Chi Push Hands combined with Shuizhou Lu Style’s ‘Opening Stele Hands’. It is the Ye Family Kung Fu created by Ye Fan.
"Porphyrin..."
There was a dull roar, which was not particularly loud. Everyone saw Taoist Li Chunmian fly backwards and quickly like a big bird. Everyone thought that Taoist Li had adopted a strategy of retreating to advance.
. And Ye Fan also took two steps back before he stabilized his body. Moreover, his body swayed, as if he had suffered a hidden loss.
Feng Lingkong and others from the Feng family even shouted "Okay!"
However, as soon as the word 'good' fell to the ground, there was a crisp sound of 'bah-tat'. Suddenly, seven or eight meters of mud and dust rose up from the lawn where Li Chunmian landed more than ten meters away. Grass blades seemed to be in the air.
Suddenly, it was like a tornado and all the missiles were blown into the air, dancing in a chaotic manner. Tendo was scattered among the loose mud mixed with rustling.
When the blades of grass and mud were about to settle, Ye Fan clapped his hands calmly and said with a smile: "Too bad, just one kick, no energy. Alas, my brute strength is indeed a bit too strong."
Everyone was shocked when they heard it, thinking that it was Master Li Chunmian who lost. Immediately, all eyes were fixed on it, and suddenly, the sound of ‘Ah!’ could be heard all over the place.
Because, at this moment, Master Li Chunmian really looked like a big character, and he was lying on the lawn. How could it be said that he was on the lawn? Because his whole body was sunk into the grass hole, and only a little of his clothes was exposed. Moreover,
, there was no movement for a long time.
Could it be that he is dead?
Everyone was shocked and quickly gathered around. The head of the Feng Lingkong family shouted: "Master, master..."
"You can't die. I'll wake up if I drink some ginger soup." Ye Fan said calmly. Master Zhiyun quickly took out his cell phone and chatted for a while. Soon, a monk came trotting over with a small basin. In the basin, there was a smell of ginger.
Full and steaming hot.
A Taoist priest wanted to pull Li Chunmian up from the soil and turn him over, because he couldn't drink ginger soup while lying on the ground. However, Boss Ye, who was sitting on the chair with Da Ma Jin Dao, simply snorted: "It's bad."
I won’t pay for it.”
"Then what...what to do with Ye ***?" The little Taoist priest, probably Li Chunmian's disciple or someone, was so frightened that he didn't dare to take action.
The Feng family looked even more ugly and did not dare to take action. They were really afraid that they would damage Daoist Li and send Qingcheng to ask for help. What should they do? At this moment, Master Li Chunmian was just a piece of shit in the eyes of everyone.
"Dig the soil. If you dig it out slowly, won't it turn people over?" Ye Fan hummed lightly.