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Chapter 20: Follow the picture to find out the truth (monthly ticket adds more updates)
Normally, Lu Feng would buy some cooked food outside and take it home for dinner.

No way, you can't expect a social worker who orders takeout every day to suddenly learn good cooking skills.

If there was a skill bar, Lu Feng's cooking skills would probably only be instant noodles.

But if I take Jinshan to find them today, it will be difficult to buy something to eat.

After all, this room was too small. If he were in the main room of Zheng Shusen's house, Lu Feng was worried about disturbing the elderly people upstairs.

So, go to a restaurant.

Of course, in a place like Xiaguangli, the food in the restaurant is naturally cheap wine and food, such as fish, shrimp, crab and other river fresh white meat.

Setting up a table cost less than an ocean.

But for the five of them from Jinshan, this meal was already the best meal they had since coming to Shanghai.

So after one meal, Lu Feng officially became their brother. In terms of age, Lu Feng was directly ranked as the second brother.

Jinshan Zhao even patted his chest and said that as long as Lu Feng wanted to learn martial arts from him, he, Jinshan Zhao, would teach him with all his heart and would never hide anything.

Lu Feng also knew the names of several other people: Ma Liu, Cheng Zhiqiang, Sun Xiaopo, and Xiong Dazhu.

Among them, Xiong Dazhu was the fat man who interrupted, and Cheng Zhiqiang was responsible for finding the knife for Jinshan. He was Jinshan's fellow junior, and he was also the most skilled among them except Jinshan.

Jinshan Xunxuan became a teacher and wanted to go out and have a career. They also felt that Jinshan Xunxun was very capable, so they followed him out.

After drinking and eating, Lu Feng looked at Jinshan and said:
"Brother Jin, what are you going to do next?"

After Jinshan thought for a while, he said:

"I'm going to try a few other parks to see if I can put up the flag again."

Hearing this, Lu Feng shook his head.

"If I'm not mistaken, those who can set up flags in other parks will have similar methods to that old man Chen."

Jinshan Zhao suddenly fell silent.

Since it was decided to relocate Jinshan to look for them, Lu Feng naturally had to find a way out for them first.

Judging from the actions of old man Chen today and the reactions of the martial arts masters next to him, the martial arts profession in Shanghai has probably become a red ocean industry.

With just fists and feet, Jinshan probably wouldn't be able to make a name for themselves in Shanghai.

Unless it's to join a gang.

"I don't understand. Brother Jin, you are like this. Even if you can set up a flag, how can you still have the money to open a martial arts gym?"

Lu Feng asked a question that he had been wondering about for a long time.

In most movies and TV dramas, those who practice martial arts live in poverty. Where do they get the money to open a martial arts gym?

Not to mention the distance, just in this glow, a small building like Zheng Shusen's house costs several hundred oceans.

Let alone a place as big as a martial arts gym.

Jinshan can barely afford to eat with them, so how can he get so much money to open a martial arts gym?

Jinshan Xian shook his head when he heard this and said:
"Brother Ma, you just don't understand.

My master said that in this martial arts world, as long as you make a name for yourself, the wealthy families and businessmen will take the initiative to send you money and ask you to help them train servants, guards, etc.

Therefore, the most important thing in mixed martial arts is a name.As long as you have a good reputation, money will come to you. "

Lu Feng suddenly understood.

He remembered a saying: The poor in literature and the rich in martial arts.

This sentence has been interpreted in later generations to mean that poor people can only practice literature, while martial arts training can only be afforded by the rich.

However, the real history is that culture is in the hands of wealthy families, but most of the martial arts practitioners are from poor backgrounds.

Therefore, the true meaning of saying that the poor are rich in literature and rich in military means is that the poor need to rely on culture to stand up and achieve class transition.For wealthy people, force is needed to protect their property status.

After thinking about it, Lu Feng put forward his own suggestions to Jinshan Zhao:
“Brother Jin, I think it’s best for you to find a job first, support yourself, and at the same time, explore the various ways in Shanghai’s martial arts world.

Wait until we have figured out all the ways before we talk about setting up the flag, otherwise we will accidentally hit our head and get a bloody head. What do you think? "

Hearing Lu Feng's words, Ma Liu and the others were obviously dissatisfied. They came to Shanghai to make a name for themselves, looking for jobs or something. What was going on?

But Jinshan Zhao seriously thought about Lu Feng's words.

Today's meal made him think about a lot of things at once. If he continued to run rampant like before, not only would he not have enough food and clothing, but he would also probably get a bloody head accidently like Lu Feng said. flow.

Although Lu Feng can help them now, the favor will eventually be used up. If people like himself cannot repay Lu Feng, or even bring trouble to Lu Feng, then they will be dragging down this kind-hearted fellow countryman.

It would be embarrassing to tell anyone.

"Brother Ma, we are unfamiliar with the place and don't know where to find work. Please help us ask."

Jinshan is looking for this person. Among other things, his execution ability is first-rate. As long as he makes a decision, he will take action immediately.

Lu Feng looked at Jinshan Search and was also very happy.

This person is indeed a good guy. He does not say that he enjoys his own help in the name of teaching himself martial arts, but he thinks about others.

In this way, the relationship between each other can be well maintained.

"Let's see, the foreign company I work for often needs handymen and the like. Brother Jin, you guys go to the foreign company with me tomorrow and I can ask you a question, how about it?"

"Just do as you say."

"Okay, then it's settled. The food is ready, let's go back and rest."

"Walk."

So, after eating and drinking, Jinshan asked five people to go back to Xiaguangli with Lu Feng. After saying goodbye in front of Zheng Shusen's house, they went to rest separately.Early next morning.

After Lu Feng washed up, he bought Jinshan a breakfast for them at the entrance of the alley. After they finished eating, they headed towards Ming's Trading Company together.

When Lu Feng led people to the door of Ming's Trading Company, he was surprised to find that Minglou was also here, with Mingcheng standing behind him like a statue with a cold face.

"Accountant Ma, what are you doing?"

Seeing Lu Feng coming with five guys who didn't look like good people at first glance, Manager Liu quickly asked.

Lu Feng first said hello to Minglou, and then said to Manager Liu:

"Manager Liu, these are my fellow villagers. They just came to Shanghai and want to find a job. Do we need any handymen or something like that here at the foreign bank? Could you please tell me?"

Lu Feng quietly stretched out two fingers out of Minglou's view.

Manager Liu nodded knowingly and said:
"After Mr. Ming and I finish reporting on our work, I will ask you about this."

"Thank you, Manager Liu."

"You're welcome."

Lu Feng motioned to Jinshan to ask a few of them to follow him to the yard behind him, otherwise, with five people standing at the door, others would think they were looking for trouble.

When passing by Minglou and the others, Lu Feng noticed that Mingcheng's eyes were always fixed on him.
Look for the gold mountains around you.

Ok?
Lu Feng was a little confused. Could it be that Mingcheng had seen Jinshan?
"Wait a moment."

Mingcheng stopped them.

"What's wrong, Master Cheng?"

Lu Feng asked.

"When did they come to Shanghai?"

Mingcheng was asking about them, but his eyes were always fixed on Jinshan.

Lu Feng looked at Jinshan Zhao, who cupped his hands and said:
"We brothers arrived in Shanghai more than ten days ago."

"Have you practiced martial arts?"

"Yes, I'm looking for Jinshan, the descendant of the Xiabei Sect's Stab Kickboxing."

Mingcheng stared at Jinshan looking for the pair of thick palms, and there seemed to be lightning in his eyes.

Minglou had also noticed Mingcheng's unusual behavior. He asked Manager Liu to stop and look here.

"The Northern School's fists and kicks are mostly fierce. Master Jin's skills must be very good."

"It's okay. No one in the Bund Park can beat me if they don't use any means."

Upon hearing this, Mingcheng immediately asked:

"Master Jin, is this a flag set up in the Bund Park?"

"After standing there for two days, someone used tricks to drive me out."

"Master Jin is really great. For a person like you, being a handyman is a bit of a condescension. Have you ever considered becoming a nursing home instructor in our Ming family?"

"Ok?"

Jinshan didn't understand. He began to look at Mingcheng's attitude and thought that the other party was here to cause trouble, so he always responded forcefully.

But from what I heard, people want to ask me to be their instructor?
Lu Feng, who was listening nearby, quickly interjected:

"Brother Jin, the Ming family is a well-known wealthy family in Shanghai. Mr. Cheng has a keen eye for recognizing heroes. Why don't you agree quickly?"

Jinshan hesitated for a while, but finally chose to believe Lu Feng, nodded and said:
"Since Mr. Cheng thinks highly of me, I will agree."

"Okay, Master Jin, please sit aside for a while, and then come and talk to Master Jin in detail after my elder brother has finished handling the matter."

"Row."

Mingcheng was about to go to Minglou when he suddenly stopped and said to Lu Feng:

"Accountant Ma, please come along."

"Oh well."

As a result, Lu Feng and his party were taken to the nearby reception room, where a waiter served hot tea and then left.

"Brother Ma, is this Ming family very powerful?"

Jinshan asked.

Lu Feng nodded and said:
"The Ming family is in Shanghai. He is a big boss with a high reputation. He is very respectable in both black and white. If Brother Jin can join the Ming family as a coach, the matter of setting up the flag will definitely be smooth sailing."

"Really?"

Jinshan was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he just followed Lu Feng to interview a handyman, and he was attracted by the Ming family.

If this is really what this little brother said, then he is his noble man.

Not only was he a helper in times of need, but he was also given a huge fortune.

　It's boring to watch fools act stupidly, but it's interesting to watch smart people act smart.

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