Modern longevity: starting from Baduanjin

Chapter 245 Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
At nine o'clock in the evening, Jinmen Hexi Shunde Hotel.

Shunde Hotel is a time-honored five-star hotel in Jinmen, with a long history, and besides the big river, the environment is very superior, so it has a high popularity in Jinmen.

Although it was already nine o'clock in the evening, the quaint restaurant was still full of people, and it was extremely lively.

In the open-air parking lot at the entrance of the hotel, all kinds of luxury cars gather. Mercedes-Benz and BMW are all street cars. There are countless Porsche, Ferrari, Bugatti, Bentley, Maybach, and Rolls-Royce, and many of them are limited editions. , usually rarely seen.

At this time, a young man in his twenties, wearing a security uniform, turned in from the sidewalk by the river on an Emma electric car. When he reached the gate, he was shocked to see the situation in the parking lot.

"Fuck! Brother Zhang, what's going on today?"

The young man in a security uniform asked a middle-aged security guard in his forties by the gate.

Although the Shunde Hotel has a very good reputation in Jinkou, and there are many customers every day, it is not so exaggerated. There are so many Bentleys, Rolls Royces, and he even saw a terrifying black and purple Bugatti with a license plate that starts with a black A. .

According to the Internet, there are only ten cars in the whole country, and there are none in Jinmen.

The middle-aged security guard Brother Zhang said excitedly: "Jinmen is holding an international martial arts exchange conference, and these cars are driven by those traditional martial arts masters."

"What, those traditional martial artists are so rich that they can afford to drive a Bugatti?"

The young security guard was surprised at first, but then dismissively said: "It's a braggart, I don't believe it, it must be a rented car. Traditional martial arts have long since fallen, and ghosts are going to learn it. They don't have apprentices, how can they?" the money?"

The middle-aged security guard Brother Zhang heard the words and said disdainfully: "You little guy who has not yet grown up knows a fart. Do you think people learn martial arts by accepting apprentices to make money? You are really out. In the past, most of the martial arts gyms were part-time. Finance and real estate, each of them is a rich stream of oil."

The young security guard poked his neck and asked, "What are you bragging about, they are all ignorant bastards who practice martial arts, with well-developed limbs and simple minds, and they are also engaged in financial real estate, and I am still engaged in politics, bragging Who can't force it?"

"If you don't understand it, don't say it. The finance I'm talking about is usury and debt collection, and the real estate is violent demolition. What do you think it is?"

The middle-aged security guard paused and said, "These people have all enjoyed the dividends of urbanization development, especially the usury loan in the past, which is really a huge profit! Now, what are the nine out of ten and thirteen returns, 714 anti-aircraft guns, fruit loans, and kidneys?" , that’s what they left over from playing.”

"In addition to finance and real estate, they would also intervene in any lucrative business like road landscaping, garbage removal, waste recycling, vegetable markets, pawnshops, etc."

"In the past, the martial arts association was very powerful. People closed their doors and sat in rows. Which martial arts gym was in charge of which business had been allocated in advance. If you, an ordinary businessman, dared to snatch it, you would pretend to be the next day. Fill the oil barrel with cement and throw it into the river."

The young security guard was dumbfounded, "Then that JC doesn't care?"

The middle-aged security guard gave him a playful look, "Do you know how many people would go missing a year in the era when there were no cameras?"

The young security guard's spine shivered when he saw it, and he said with a dry smile, "Brother Zhang, don't look at me like that, it's so creepy. You're telling the truth, you're not trying to scare me, are you?"

The middle-aged security guard gave him a disdainful look, "I'm scaring you? What do you think is a quack? What are quack people?"

"Don't be fooled by the so-called traditional martial artists on the Internet and the actors performing martial arts routines on TV. Those are just clowns. The real traditional martial artists have long been whitewashed. They wear clothes when they go out. Suits and ties, designer clothes, either a Bentley or a Rolls-Royce."

Young security guard: "..."

While the two security guards were chatting, there were more than 30 tables of guests on the fifth floor of the hotel behind them, and they were drinking and drinking.

Just like what the middle-aged security guard said, these people are either wearing suits and ties, or polo shirts, and gold-rimmed glasses, and they basically talk about stock funds and angel venture capital. It looks like a martial artist, but it looks like an annual meeting of entrepreneurs.

Xiaoxia, a slender and handsome waiter, walked up to the foreman and said excitedly, "Sister Jin, this is the first time I've seen our boss so...disregarding his image."

Sister Jin, the foreman, followed Xiaoxia's gaze towards the table of guests at the front of the hall. One of them was a 1.8-meter-tall, burly old man in a black T-shirt. He was punching a thin old man. Shouting things like "one dragon, how are you guys, Samsung photo" and so on.

And the tables in the hall were similar, everyone who had drunk too much showed their true colors, one by one.

Of course, this is not the case for a few tables, such as the two tables on the right in front of you.

But if Zhou Shen was here, he would definitely recognize it. Among these people were Li Taiqing, Wei Tongfu, Wang Shanhu, Chen Jingtong, Li Kanghai, Yang Zhongwei, Ruan Zhengtang, Huang Xuelin and others were also there, but they were not at the same table. .

Just when there were a lot of wine in the hall, an old man in his sixties with a red face came to the podium, patted the microphone and said with a loud smile: "Hello everyone, I am Tang Hexuan, the vice president of the Huaguo Martial Artists Association, I would like to thank all my martial arts comrades for coming to participate in this martial arts exchange conference."

After Tang Hexuan said a few words on the scene, he immediately said: "Next, let us give warm applause to the master of martial arts in Huaguo, Mr. Liu Yulin, the master of martial arts, came to speak on stage."

There was a burst of warm applause soon.

Accompanied by the applause, an old man in a white double-breasted jacket, black cropped trousers, kicking on his feet, with fluttering white hair and a fairy-like character walked up to the podium.

Liu Yulin patted the microphone and said humorously: "I used to go out with a cane in my hand, but today, I threw the cane away."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

There was a burst of laughter at the scene.

After Liu Yulin waited for the laughter to subside, he laughed and said, "It stands to reason that Chairman Ruan Zhengtang should be the first to speak on stage. Me, but President Ruan said that we must uphold Hua Guo’s fine tradition of respecting the old and caring for the young, so let me speak first. I am two years older than President Ruan.”

"Hahaha……"

There was another burst of laughter at the scene.

Ruan Zhengtang, who was sitting at the first table in the first row, couldn't help but slapped his legs and laughed.

After two humorous words, Liu Yulin, the master of Chinese martial arts, began to talk about the purpose of holding the national martial arts exchange conference.

"The times are developing, and we must also keep pace with the times. The old traditional concepts of the past, such as differences in regions, differences in sects, stereotypes and bad habits, should be discarded. Garbage dump."

"Of course, I also know that many people now wear suits and ties, hundreds of thousands of millions every minute, and take Mercedes-Benz and Rolls-Royce when they go out. They don't think much of Chinese martial arts. Pick it up from the pile of old papers."

"In my opinion, this idea is very wrong, firstly...secondly..."

Liu Yulin analyzed the benefits of learning and revitalizing Chinese martial arts one by one from the spiritual level to the economic level.

Of course, it is absolutely impossible to only talk about the advantages without discussing the disadvantages. Liu Yulin also described in detail the situation facing Huaguo Guoshu.

It's a pity that most people at the scene, apart from listening to a few words with great interest at the beginning, soon became less interested later on.

Just like Liu Yulin said, they now have hundreds of thousands to millions every minute, and they go out in Mercedes-Benz and drive Rolls-Royce, so there is no need to revitalize any martial arts.

But these people are all good people. The purpose of their visit today is only to make friends and build relationships, and they will not speak out what is in their hearts.

On the table in the southwest corner, a young man in his twenties glanced around with sharp eyes, and said with a sneer, "It's just a dream come true to expect these fat-brained guys to revive the martial arts."

The middle-aged man next to him glanced at him, and said lightly: "Shut up, don't say a few words."

A young man on the right side of the middle-aged man followed up: "I think the elder brother is right. These people can no longer be called martial artists, but a group of businessmen."

These people are exactly one big and two small in Fengtian Forest Park.

Among them, the middle-aged man is Dong Gang, and the two younger one is his son Dong Fei, and the other is his eldest disciple Duan Hu.

They are the direct heirs of the Shang School Xingyi Boxing of Hei Province.

Just as Dong was about to reprimand his son, the red-faced burly man with an inch head who drank from the opposite side looked at Dong Fei with a smile and said, "Little friend, don't think that you are self-righteous just because you have learned a few tricks, we are not worthy of being called martial artists. Do you deserve it?"

Although Dong Fei was young, he said in a neither humble nor overbearing manner: "Whether you are worthy is not just based on your words, but on your ability! Of course, if you want to talk about drinking, then I am definitely not as good as you."

The big man with a flat-cut head and the other three people couldn't help but blushed when they heard the words. There were eight people at each table, but there were only seven people sitting at this table. Three of Dong Gang didn't drink alcohol, while the remaining four drank three and a half bottles. 53° Feitian Moutai, each of them blushed and had thick necks after drinking.

But after blushing, he became angry from embarrassment, and the big man with a flat head narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a sneer, "It's really something without a tutor."

Dong Gang was stunned, and was about to explode, but held back the next second, picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, remaining silent.

Before Dong Fei could speak, Duan Hu immediately retorted: "People who are incompetent will often become angry after being punctured, and swear like a shrew swearing at the street. Change our impression of you."

"Haha...hahaha..."

The big man with a flat-cut head sneered a few times, and then couldn't help laughing out loud.

The short and fat man on the right side of the big man with a flat-cut head looked at Duan Hu and the two coldly and said, "I really don't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth."

As he spoke, he picked up the glass wine glass and drank the wine inside, but he didn't put down the wine glass, but held the stem of the wine glass, then bit off a piece of glass shards with his teeth, and then started chewing like that.

The sharp shards of glass cut his lips and tongue, and blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, but the short and fat man didn't take it seriously at all, and even his eyes didn't change at all, he looked extremely cold, just like the guy who was drinking with wine and rice bags when he was drinking just now. They look very different.

He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and continued to chew on the glass shards. While chewing, he looked at Duan Hu and said, "When we came out to venture into the rivers and lakes, you were not born yet."

As he said that, he turned his head and let out a "bah", and spat out the broken glass and blood in his mouth on the ground.

The muscles at the corners of Duan Hu's eyes twitched, and he swallowed the words again. The opponent is indeed a wolf. He may be able to beat this person, but if it is a life-and-death fight, the outcome is unknown.

He turned his head and looked at the big guy with a tight cut, the two other men with unfriendly expressions, and the dozens of other people in the hall, secretly surprised in his heart.

"I didn't expect this unattractive fat man to be so ruthless. I guess the others are not bad either. They must be ruthless characters."

"And our tables are all pushed to the back, and we all have such ruthless characters. I don't know what kind of powerful characters are in the front?"

"Master once said that there are many people who are more powerful than him in the martial arts world of Huaguo, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. It seems that this is not entirely a self-effacing statement, it is very likely that it is true!"

Just when Duan Hu was secretly amazed, Dong Fei on the side didn't dare to speak for a long time. He has seen a lot of orthodox martial artists, but he is really frightened by this kind of old man who just plays with C when he disagrees. arrive.

But Dong Gang reprimanded at this time: "I have told you many times, don't judge people by their appearance, and don't think that after learning a little kung fu, you don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, you just don't listen! There are people outside the world in this world, and there is a sky outside the sky. People never write it on their faces, and when you actually meet, it will be too late to regret.”

After a pause, Dong Gang stood up, held up his teacup and saluted the people facing him: "I will replace the wine with tea, and apologize to the masters for the dog and the apprentice."

After speaking, he raised his head and finished drinking.

……

The next morning, it began to drizzle in Tianjin.

It was raining in autumn and it was cold. Last night, they were wearing T-shirts with short sleeves and shorts. Today, the office workers on the main road have already wrapped themselves in big cotton jackets, and some even took their down jackets off.

Zhou Shen slowly ran south along the Taierzhuang Road beside the big river.

The clothes on his body were already soaked, but there was no rainwater on his face. If someone looked carefully at this time, they would find that the rainwater would be automatically wiped away when it fell about one centimeter on his face. pop open.

When he was about to reach the hotel where he was staying, a group of people stood at the side of the three-way intersection in front of them. Some of these people were holding umbrellas, and some were just drenched in the rain.

When he slowly approached, he could find that they were all familiar faces.

One of the young people shouted excitedly: "Brother Shen, I miss you so much."

(End of this chapter)