Rebirth of the great hero of Hong Kong

Chapter 77: Chapter 77
What Situ Haonan said was true.

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

The boss Baimen is gone, and there is a lucrative source of income, which has nothing to do with Feimao and the others.

Smoking is a problem, so step into Wanchai with the toll!

"Brother Feimao is a talent. My boss said that as long as you are willing to pass the time, you will be given 5000 yuan for living expenses."

"Here is 1000 yuan. I hit it off with Brother Fei Mao, so I take it out of my pocket first, and invite everyone to drink."

Situ Haonan never thought that Brother Le's name could make people accept him and worship him.

In the final analysis, you still need money to get it done.

1000 yuan was placed on the billiards case, and it immediately had a chemical effect.

Feimao's eyes were fixed on Qian for a long time, and he forced himself to look away. The bitterness in his mouth was so bitter that he couldn't say a word.

"Brother Flying Cat, I'll take it as your nod. Tomorrow at [-] o'clock in the evening, at the Shing Kee Restaurant in Tsuen Wan, the boss will treat you. 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 finishing speaking, Situ Haonan called Tony to leave. After all, there were still two groups of people to meet, and the time was short.

After Situ Haonan and the two left, Feimao's younger brothers gathered around and asked questions in a hurry.

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

As Lin Huaile's leading horse, Changmao is naturally farting from an old fairy, which is extraordinary.

It's the best strategy to win over the fourth and ninth people who can't get on the stage. After all, these guys have milk and mothers, and their loyalty is close to zero.

Today because of money with you, tomorrow may be with others.

They all watched porn and drank cold water, and didn't hold back serious farts.

Chang Mao is from Chaoshan. Although he can't speak a word of Chaoshan dialect, his love for his hometown cannot be extinguished.

The children of Southern Guangdong are very angry. Whether they are running in Nanyang or punching Southeast Asia, they all need overwhelming force.

Therefore, martial arts masters spend a lot of money, and there are hundreds of Ye Wen and his like.

Martial arts masters have very few ways to make money, they can only accept apprentices to open martial arts gyms.

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.

If you are hungry, you want to change. These principled martial arts masters began to teach disciples sincerely in exchange for corn bread.

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 on the door loudly, calling for the martial arts master inside.

"Crunch.."

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

"The one?"

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

Chang Mao was shivering from the wind, and immediately replied: "I am Fengtian's son, come to see Master!".

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

"It turned out to be Liu Zai's son, come in!"

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

"Okay, Grandpa!"

Changmao picked up the wife's cakes, tea, and wine on the ground, and followed the old man in front of him.

Because in the countryside, the yard has a large area, but because there is no one to take care of it, weeds in the yard are luxuriant, and mice run around.

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

Chang Mao raised his hands and feet in favor of Brother Lok's plan to plant a flag in Tuen Mun.

There is not much water in a street, and there are quite a few horses to raise. There are not many younger brothers, so how can they go outside to show their prestige!
So he contacted his old bean overnight, wanting to ask him if there was anything he could do.

There is a great sage in the countryside, and Changmao Laodou immediately thought of the mentor he hadn't seen in 30 years, and told Changmao that he was a great master, and it was easy to solve a dozen small gangsters with his bare hands.

When Chang Mao heard this, he asked for the connection code, bought a gift, and drove the rich man to the countryside in the New Territories.

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

Zhang Yunshan walked down to the cloud well, sat on the bamboo rocking chair, and waved for Changmao to sit down.

Touching the long gray hair on the nose, he was not angry, and put the gift beside Zhang Yunshan.

"Master, my old man knows that you like drinking tea, so I went to buy Longjing specially."

"This is the meaning of the disciple and grandson, please don't think too little, master."

After Changmao introduced the gift he brought, he took out a red envelope from his pocket, which contained 3000 yuan, bent down halfway, and put it on the small table next to the rocking chair.

"Your old man hasn't come to pay my New Year's and birthday wishes to me for 30 years."

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

"Why, did you come back to pay the bill?"

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

Changmao never knew that his thick eyebrows, big eyes, and honest and responsible old man could be so flexible.

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

"Master, you should ask him for my old bean's account!"

"The grandson is here this time because he has something important to discuss with you."

Chang Mao sat on the small chair, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said flatteringly.

"Sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, no blessings, I don't dare to listen to your important matters!" Zhang Yunshan changed his posture and said lightly.

I don't know how my old man offended my master, so that I can't talk about it.

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

"The Qinghong gang still can't live up to it. In the past, they relied on their strength to fight for work at the Shanghai pier. When they arrived in Xiangjiang, they still couldn't get on the road. There was a nest of snakes and rats."

"Speaking of flowers, isn't it just looking for a thug from me?"

"No one will use it for you!"

"Take back the money and things!"

People are rude, horses are slippery.

Zhang Yunshan has experienced all kinds of wind and rain in the world, and has long had a seven-aperture exquisite heart, knowing what Changmao's plan is, so he flatly refused.

"Grandpa, now Xiangjiang is saying that teaching martial arts is not as good as Muay Thai."

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

Seeing Zhang Yunshan issue the order to evict guests, Changmao became anxious, and immediately remembered the trump card that Laodou told him, and said it.

Beat the snake to play seven inches!
Zhang Yunshan, who has opened a martial arts gym and taught boxing all his life, the only regret is that he did not publicize the name of Baguamen.

Zhang Yunshan opened his eyes for the first time, looked at Chang Mao who was sitting on the small stool, snorted coldly, and said coldly: "The method of aggressiveness!"

"It should be your old man who taught you."

"When I was young, I didn't practice boxing seriously, but he was No.1 playing tricks!".

(End of this chapter)