Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Chapter 229 Zhao Tiezhu

Thinking of this, Chen Ze couldn't help recalling the old man in his memory from various angles, especially his facial features.

It turned out that the old man at that time seemed to be much younger than now. And
Why does this face look more and more familiar?
So he repeated the old trick, facial feature extraction + efficient semi-automatic retrieval.

Then an unexpected screen was called out.

"The suspect, Zhao Tiezhu, male, was born on July 1987, 7, ID number. He is a farmer about 23 meters tall. He speaks with a Hebei province accent."

It's the wanted warrant with white letters on a blue background!
Zhao Tiezhu!
And at this time, if you compare them carefully, the two faces look more and more similar, especially the direction of the wrinkles on the faces, it is clear that they are the same person after the disguise!

In addition, the accent of the sweet potato uncle just now can also confirm this point.

Zhao Tiezhu. The murderer who committed serial murders against martial arts practitioners.

He actually had a face-to-face meeting with himself a few months ago?

Entrance of Yunxiao Martial Arts Hall. Entrance of Zhou's Martial Arts Hall
Is he looking for a target? !

Thinking of this, Chen Ze immediately withdrew from the dream.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Chen Ze first looked around vigilantly, and the sweet potato cart in the distance was still parked alone in the road.

That old man, no, Zhao Tiezhu must have escaped already.

That being the case, Chen Ze took out his mobile phone and called Wang Zhenguo.

"Hi, old Wang."

"Chen Ze? What's the matter?"

"Help me anonymously report a clue, I will send you a wanted warrant to go over and have a look, the person above just appeared in "

Once explained, Wang Zhenguo said after listening to it, it was a trivial matter and it would be settled immediately.

So the enthusiastic citizen Chen Ze put away his mobile phone and continued walking towards the Sanda martial arts gym.

Although there was an unexpected harvest, Chen Ze didn't intend to meddle in too much business, after all, he had a tight schedule today.

When he came to the door of the newly decorated Sanda boxing gym, Chen Ze took a deep breath and walked in.

Not long after that, there was a loud noise, followed by a crash that could only be heard nearby, and the sound of falling to the ground from a long distance away.

Ping pong pong, call it a day.

At the entrance of the boxing gym, Chen Ze walked out vigorously, and his clothes were not messed up compared to when he entered.

The bright sun high above is gradually setting to the west, looking at this busy city without sadness or joy.

In the fast-paced city of Shenzhen, an afternoon is nothing, it is fleeting in the blink of an eye.

The same is true for Chen Ze.

Hongquan Martial Arts Hall.

Ah Da, who always shouted to roll up his sleeves to teach Chen Ze a lesson, finally got his wish.

Although only half done, roll up your sleeves.

The bald man, who has always been arrogant and domineering, has fallen into a not-so-peaceful sleep at this time, and there is still saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth with slap marks remaining.

"Ada, Ada, Ada."

Chen Ze landed on one knee, gently shaking Ah Da, who had slanted mouth and squinted eyes, and finally slapped him helplessly after he couldn't wake up.

"Who!" Ah Da jumped up immediately, covering his face as if he couldn't remember what happened.

"Master Lin." Chen Ze patted the dust and stood up, "Is there anyone else I can fight?"

"Hehe." Lin Weilong who was not far away smiled wryly and shook his head, "If the fight continues, my restaurant will have no successors."

"Why bother, you should have known the result earlier."

"Sorry, I still have to do some things myself." Chen Ze said seriously.

"Then you're done?" Lin Weilong was leaning on crutches, but his eyes were extremely sharp.

"I have to ask you for advice before I finish playing." Chen Ze walked towards the back room familiarly.

Seeing this, Lin Weilong leaned on a cane to keep up, and Jack, who was beside him with a tense face, also followed suit.

From six o'clock in the morning until six o'clock in the evening, Chen Ze swept away all the famous martial arts gyms in Shenzhen.

Whether it is conservative or liberal, Chen Ze treats them equally and pushes them forward.

Counting, it happens to be 18.

back room.

Seeing that there was still tea left in the teapot, Chen Ze didn't dislike it, he even made several pots of tea and drank it all in one gulp.

"Boy." Lin Weilong sat on the wooden chair, and Jack next to him quickly took the crutches.

"I thought you were colluding with that old boy Tang Liancheng and wanted to subdue us."

"Unexpectedly, it turns out that you don't give face to anyone?"

"I said everything the first time I came to the door." Chen Zedong put down the teapot, "I have resigned, and now I have nowhere to go, and I am asking for advice in my personal capacity."

"If you do this, it's almost like offending the entire martial arts community in Guangdong Province, you know?"

"I know." Chen Ze said indifferently, "I have resigned, and I will not hang out in the martial arts world in the future, so if I offend you, I will offend you."

"Oh?" Lin Weilong looked surprised. In his opinion, Chen Ze could have this ability at such a young age. He must have been practicing hard since he was a child.

Can you still say that you just change careers?
Maybe he is going to develop abroad
"Let's talk about it." Chen Ze raised his eyes and said, "Didn't someone from the Ye family do this before?"

"I haven't seen everyone unite to exclude them."

"Because the Ye family is the biggest backstage." Lin Weilong said with emotion, "Speaking of which, you haven't visited their Ye family yet, have you?"

"I was going to ask you about this." Chen Ze raised his legs, "Why are those head curators going to the western suburbs?"

The Ye family mansion is located in the western suburbs.

"Why are you still at home?"

"My leg is broken." Lin Weilong disagreed, "I was going to let Ada go later."

"That's embarrassing." Chen Ze's apology seemed insincere, and he just urged him to continue talking with his eyes.

"It's still about the Martial Arts Association." Lin Weilong rested his elbows and began to fiddle with his mobile phone on the table, "Last night, Li Pingjun brought people to the Ye family for a showdown."

"Then Mr. Ye raised his arms and shouted, don't we all have to follow?"

"The battle is quite big, and the result has not been discussed yet."

"I heard that a bunch of people from the north came by plane, and they all followed Liping's army to force the palace."

"Northern?" Chen Ze's eyes lit up, "Does that mean there are many masters?"

"Many!" Lin Weilong raised his voice, "Such masters are together."

"I guess it's the first time in these years."

"That's right." Chen Ze was interrupted by a burst of Cantonese cursing in the middle of his sentence.

The source of the scolding was obviously Lin Weilong's cell phone.

"Listen." Lin Weilong turned the screen over, "These old things, hey."

On the screen are the chat records in the WeChat group.

"After your story gets out, every lung will explode."

"They're all yelling and asking you to save face."

Chen Ze could understand their feelings.

After all, from their point of view, there was the sixth child who took advantage of the handlebars in the martial arts gym to go out, and went directly to the door and stole the house!
But that's good too, we all get together to save Chen Ze from going to the door one by one.

But why does Lin Weilong become happier the more he looks at it? !

Just thinking about how many times this Hongquan Martial Arts Hall has been patronized by Chen Ze, and the plaques have been picked up and hung up again, it is estimated that Lin Weilong has already become numb.

Instead of regaining face, it is better to put it badly and wait for others to lose face together.

Once offset in this way, everyone will return to the same starting line.

And this is also Chen Ze's idea, either don't fight, or fight all martial arts together.

The so-called don't worry about scarcity but worry about inequality is such a truth.

In fact, Lin Weilong almost had this mentality at this time.

After today, I see who would dare to stab me in the back? !
But here Lin Weilong was laughing happily, but Chen Ze had already got up and walked out of the house.

"Hello." Lin Weilong looked up and followed, "You really want to go."

"Go!" Chen Ze had already crossed the threshold, "Why don't you go!"

Looking at his back, Lin Weilong thought to himself that this kid might really turn the world upside down.

But it's okay, in fact, he has long been tired of this pool of stagnant water, so he has not sent anyone to express his opinion until now.

Stir!The more mixed the better!
Unexpectedly, not long after, Chen Ze, who had just walked out, came back again.

"What's wrong?" Lin Weilong was a little nervous for no reason.

"Where can I find them?" Chen Ze looked helpless, "The western suburbs are so big."

Hearing this, Lin Weilong slapped his head and waved, "Jack."

"You can go with him, it happens to represent us to meet Mr. Ye Lao."

"Huh?" Jack was obviously very surprised, "Me?"

"Yes." Lin Weilong nodded again. "Be quick with your hands and feet, and don't cause trouble for others."

"Me?" Jack was a little surprised, "You let me go?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Lin Weilong waved his hands impatiently, "Hurry up."

So Jack answered without packing his things, and wanted to follow Chen Ze.

But this time Chen Ze dawdled.

"Master Lin, you have joined their group, right?"

"Do me a favor and tell them about me"

It didn't take long to finish the explanation, Chen Ze took Jack and walked out of the martial arts hall.

Bang, bang, bang!bang bang bang——

As soon as he stepped out of the gate, he saw a group of people surrounded by the open space at the entrance of the martial arts hall.

A eye-catching big red lion dance head is fluffy tossing and falling, jumping up and down.

There are even difficult movements such as walking plum blossom piles, jumping tables, stepping on bocce balls, etc., which look lifelike and quite vivid.

The crowd outside the lion dance was also noisy with gongs and drums, which was extremely lively.

Lion art has always been an important part of traditional martial arts in Guangdong Province.

Even the memorial hall built to commemorate Huang Feihong is called "Huang Feihong Lion Art Martial Arts Museum".

The important status of lion art can be seen, and it has long been included in the list of intangible cultural heritage.

But in recent years, lion art has also declined along with many traditional customs.

Unexpectedly, this Hongquan Martial Arts Hall is still preserved so well, it must have been painstaking efforts.

He stayed there for a long time, until Jack touched his shoulder, and Chen Ze continued to move forward.

Jingle jingle jingle jingle jingle jingle—

Along the way, Chen Ze's cell phone kept ringing.

"Aren't you going to answer?" Jack couldn't help reminding.

It was not until the car door that Chen Ze took out his mobile phone.

Look at the name displayed on the screen: "Lu Ling".

After pressing the phone, Chen Ze directly switched the phone to silent mode, and at the same time saw an unknown message notification from WeChat on the notification bar.

Click to open it, and it's all from Lu Ling.

Sighing, Chen Ze put away his phone and got into the car.

Anyway, it won't be long before I can make it clear in person.

"Where is it?" Chen Ze urged Jack, who was looking at the roof of the car, while calling out the navigation.

"Here, zoom in, let me see, yes yes yes yes"

After confirming the location, Chen Ze stepped on the gas pedal but went against the planned route.

"Where are you going?" Jack wondered while pulling on the seat belt.

"Let's eat first!" Chen Ze said with a relaxed expression, "People are iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry!"

This meal lasted more than an hour, during which Jack urged him many times, but Chen Ze always told him to be calm and not to be impatient.

Not only that, Chen Ze even had the leisure to ask Jack if he had received any windfall recently.

It turned out that there really was one. It seems that the compensation plan Ling Sifeng mentioned was not just talk.

After eating and drinking enough, Chen Ze slowly returned to the car and really rushed towards his destination.

(End of this chapter)