The heavens begin with Hongquan

Chapter 4 The world is only difficult
"Brother Biao, Brother Biao."

A skinny young man was wearing this little blue vest, and ran over wheezing.

The young man named Brother Biao stared at him: "What's your name? It's called Hun'er! I can hear you."

First, after a daily reprimand, Brother Biao asked, "What's the matter? If you have nothing to do, go somewhere with me."

Although the young man in the vest looks like he has no flesh, but he can also gain momentum by following him.

Isn't that what the so-called green-skinned gangsters are like!
The young man in the vest laughed and said, "Brother Biao, the boss is calling everyone!"

"Ok?"

Brother Biao's expression froze: "What happened?"

"No...I don't know!"

"The boss said that everyone should gather at the hall within half an hour."

"So urgent??" Brother Biao guessed, "Could it be that you want to fight with other gangs?!"

Brother Biao glanced into the distance, and spit out: "Bah! It's good luck to hit the street, let's go, let's go back to the hall first."

Brother Biao took the lead.

Others followed.

At first glance, there is really a feeling of loyalty in the quack.

……

On the other side, Hong Zhennan and Hong Kang didn't know that they were about to face the malicious intentions of a group of young and Dangerous boys.

A few old men moved very quickly.

And now Hong Zhennan and the others don't have much wealth.

After moving home.

Under the lead of Pang Kaibo, a local snake, Hong Zhennan went to work at the dock.

Don't think that Hong Zhennan's generation of Hongquan masters just found a job as a coolie.

It's just a drop.

The main thing is that the current Hong Kong Island is not the "Four Asian Tigers" of later generations. The real wealthy businessmen have not yet invested their capital and are still waiting to see.

At present, people in Yau Ma Tei not only operate ship repairs, hemp ropes, oars, blacksmiths and timber, but also operate groceries, haircuts, rice shops, brothels, opium halls, longevity shops, ceremonial sedan chairs, etc.

Fortunately, the job that Pang Kaibo introduced to Hong Zhennan was not a real coolie, and he was in charge of managing more than a dozen dock workers.

With Hong Zhennan's ability, it is more than enough to manage a dozen workers.

After a little bit of kung fu, the group of people were shocked.

The chief steward of the pier seems to have some friendship with Pang Kebo.

"Uncle Pang, you know so many people!" Hong Kang complimented crisply.

"Hahaha...that's it!" Pang Kaibo patted Hong Kang's head, "Rely on your parents at home, and friends when you go out! Akang, if you know that one more friend, one more road!"

To this, Hong Kang agreed in his heart.

It's just that even if he knew this truth in his previous life, due to his personality, he is not the kind of person who is slick and easy to deal with.

Some things, even if he knows how to say and how to do it better, but he just can't say it, and he can't do it.

Hong Zhennan on the side seemed to be touched, his eyes lowered, and he was deep in thought.

He's that traditional warrior.

Since childhood, he practiced martial arts and boxing with his junior sister Hong Meifang. What he wanted was to practice kung fu well and carry forward the school.

But since the war broke out, I found that my decades of hard training in martial arts was no match for a bullet from others. I couldn't tell others about the sense of loss and depression in my heart.

After fleeing to Hong Kong Island, the rules of his family taught him since he was a child, so that he would not blackmail those poor people;

But he has no other skills.

He only knows kung fu, so he can only do some manual work to support his family.

Hong Zhennan wanted to open a martial arts gym and pass on his own kung fu.

Before, I had no money in my hand, and I didn't know what to do in my heart.

But now that I have managed the port, my monthly salary is much higher than that of doing odd jobs here and there.

He roughly calculated that as long as he lived frugally and worked for two years, he would be able to save a fortune, and then he would have the money to open a martial arts gym.

In this way, you can do what you are familiar with.

"Ah Nan, that's not the way to calculate accounts. If you open a martial arts gym now, I can only say that the money will be used for nothing, and it will sound good."

Pang Kaibo knew about Hong Zhennan's plan, but he did not express his support.

"You also know that the economy is in a recession now, and the war is still going on there." Pang Kaibo pointed to the north, "Almost all those who can come here are fleeing. What people think about is how to live, so how can they survive?" Do you have spare money to learn Kung Fu?"

As if thinking of something.

Pang Kaibo tried his best to open his small eyes: "Don't tell me, you don't plan to charge tuition?!"

Hong Zhennan stopped talking.

It is impossible not to charge tuition fees.

He opened the martial arts gym, on the one hand, he wanted to pass on Kung Fu; on the other hand, he also wanted to subsidize his family.

Moreover, Pang Kaibo is not a warrior, so he doesn't know some inside information;
All schools teach boxing but not medicine; but if you want to practice martial arts successfully, some tonics are indispensable.

But tonics are expensive! !

Even if there were only three or four true disciples, the tonic needed would not be affordable by Hong Zhennan now.

As for cooperating with others to prepare tonics.

Hong Zhennan had no such thought in mind.

That is the heritage of a sect, a treasure left by the ancestors.

How can others learn from it! !

"Could it be that there is no other way?" Hong Zhennan slammed the wall with a low expression, a little unwilling.

Pang Kaibo shook his big belly: "Hey, how can this world be like this!"

"It's okay if you can take in a few foreigners as apprentices. Foreigners are rich."

Hong Zhennan snorted coldly: "How can the things left by the ancestors be passed on to foreigners?!"

"I'd rather take it to the coffin than let a foreigner learn my kung fu."

Doesn't Hong Zhennan know how foreigners treat Chinese?He went all the way south and saw too much injustice.

He is only in his 30s, and his blood is still wet; he once thought about joining the army, but after having a wife and children, his idea changed to protecting his family.

He himself knows that he is not the kind of hero who "repays Kunlun with green blood", he is just a warrior, at best a warrior with a bottom line and principles; other things, he really can't care so much.

"Okay, Anan, don't think so much."

Pang Kaibo comforted: "Well, let's live it day by day, and it will get better in the future."

"Will it get better?" Hong Zhennan whispered to himself.

For a while, the two fell silent.

The two of them are just one of the mortal beings, neither of them are the kind of powerful people.

It's not easy to live.

As for the future, it is just a matter of taking one step at a time.

……

After returning home.

After eating, Hong Zhennan was about to walk around.

"father."

Hong Kang stopped Hong Zhennan.

Looking at his son, his face became much ruddy, and it was no longer that pale.

"Huh? Is there something wrong?"

Hong Kang looked at Hong Zhennan expectantly.

"Father, I want to practice martial arts."

Hong Zhennan: "..."

(End of this chapter)