Super Monk

The banner at the gate of the Taekwondo Hall is written in huge font with the tuition fee paid in advance for the next year. I have the opportunity to participate in the world's first martial arts competition in South Korea after the year. I have a free 10-day tour of South Korea to visit the world's top martial arts ceremony. I can also get the instruction of one of the world's strongest Taekwondo Top Black Belt experts in South Korea.

There are a lot of people outside the Taekwondo Hall. There are flyers everywhere. At the door of the store, a group of female students spontaneously form a support group to publicize outside.

Zhao Fugui is not happy. These Koreans are the best in the world and the strongest in the world. They are not surprised to brag and force Zhao Fugui. If stick doesn't brag, it's not stick.

But these bastards can't even rent the shop now, and they even charge the tuition fee in advance for the next year. What's the point? Moreover, these bastards are still cheating at the place where he is going to make the martial arts hall. When Zhao Fugui sees this scene, his heart burns up.

Zhao Fugui's face sank and his anger rose in his eyes. He strode directly to the platform set up outside the Taekwondo Hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, taekwondo is the number one sport in the world. There are tens of millions of students all over the world. There are more than 100 cities in China. Learning our Taekwondo is absolutely the latest and most fashionable activity. It can not only keep fit, but also learn the ability of self-defense. In the future, if you or your girlfriend are in danger, it only needs a few feet You can beat those hooligans away A female student said aloud with a leaflet.

"Yes, learning Taekwondo is much better than learning their useless airs of Chinese martial arts, and it's cool and handsome. Boys learn Taekwondo, girls like it, girls learn self-cultivation and bodybuilding!" Another female student also tried hard to shout.

"What's your last name?" The girl put a leaflet into Zhao Fugui's hand, and Zhao Fugui suddenly asked without expression.

"My name is Yan. What's the matter?" The girl didn't respond, subconsciously replied.

"There's no such surname over there, right? I don't know. I think you have a Bonzi father, and you deserve to be a Chinese Zhao Fugui gave a cold hum and shook the leaflet into pieces.

This female student just saw Zhao Fugui clearly. Her chest fluctuated suddenly. In front of her, this hateful man was the guy who hurt their handsome and lovely Zhixiu brother two days ago.

Zhao Fugui glances at the woman who worships foreign countries and has no self-respect, and then jumps directly onto the platform in front of the Taekwondo Hall.

"You Chinese again, damned guy, what do you want to do?" As soon as Jin Xiongjian saw Zhao Fugui, his eyes burst into anger and he cheered angrily.

"What are you doing? You're lying outside my shop. What do you say I'm going to do? " Zhao Fugui coldly glances at Jin Jianxiong and grabs the microphone directly from the Niang gun host on the stage.

"Your shop? You'll never try to drive us away. This is the Taekwondo Hall of the Republic of Korea. Today it is, and every day it will be! " Jin Xiongjian's face was ugly and roared.

"Yes, today is, but not from tomorrow. You'd better get out of here before I come tomorrow morning, or don't blame me for being rude!" Zhao Fugui said coldly.

"You dream, you don't want to take away our Taekwondo Hall!" Jin Xiongjian stares at Zhao Fugui and shouts. This guy's face is full of blue veins. He can't help but want to fight Zhao Fugui. If he hadn't thought of the arrangement of President Park Youxi, he would have done it long ago.

"What do I want you to do with this junk Taekwondo Hall? What I want is just the storefront here. You take your Taekwondo Hall seriously. It's worthless in my eyes! " Zhao Fugui said lightly.

"Damn you, how dare you insult my Taekwondo Hall!" Jin Xiongjian roared and rushed to Zhao Fugui angrily.

"Curator, please calm down. Don't forget the president's arrangement. This damned Chinese is deliberately provoking you!"

"Yes, curator, please be calm!" Two Taekwondo coaches rushed up and pulled Jin Jianxiong to stop him from rushing up.

"Damn it, you are lucky today, or I will let you know the power of taekwondo!" Jin Jianxiong shrieked.

"Who's lucky?" Zhao Fugui sneered scornfully, then directly raised the microphone and said in a loud voice, "the house of this Taekwondo Hall has been taken back by the landlord, and it will not be rented to them from tomorrow. Don't be fooled by them!"

"What? Has the Taekwondo house been repossessed by the landlord? Then what else are they doing to pay tuition fees in advance? Is that too tricky? " A bystander said indignantly.

"That's right. If these sticks take money and run back to Korea, where can we find them? Damn these money Cheats Another passer-by is not dissatisfied with the call.

"No, Koreans are polite. They bow when they see each other. They kneel when they give a big gift. Shouldn't they cheat?" Another passer-by was not sure.

"What's the relationship between soft bones and kneeling? We Chinese kneel on our knees. Our parents kneel on their knees. Korean people want to kneel on anyone who can give them some benefits. It has something to do with politeness and hairiness! "Zhao Fugui said with a microphone, and the crowd outside the Taekwondo Hall immediately began to talk. Some people like the smelly feet holding clubs, and some people don't like it. Suddenly, the crowd divided into two groups and began to argue excitedly.

"Don't listen to this man's nonsense. He is a liar. There is no such thing at all. Our Taekwondo Hall will be open all the time. No one can drive us away. Don't believe him!" A female student immediately exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes, this man is a psycho. He hurt our brother Zhixiu yesterday. Don't believe him!" A group of girls practicing taekwondo look at Zhao Fugui with hostility one after another. If their eyes can kill people, Zhao Fugui would have been pierced by thousands of arrows.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I promise you that our Taekwondo Hall will go on well. I swear by the reputation of a great Korean!" Jin Jianxiong calmed down, jumped on the stage, bowed to the people below, and said in a deep voice.

"Swindler, get out of here. People's Taekwondo Hall is well open. How can it not be renewed? You still want to cheat us. Get out of here, get out of here!" As soon as Jin Jianxiong appeared, he immediately won the trust of many people. After all, many people often go shopping in commercial streets and know him, but they never met Zhao Fugui.

"Go away, go away, some people just can't see others well, always want to do damage and hurt the feelings of our international friends!"

The onlookers yelled, and some even threw mineral water bottles directly at Zhao Fugui, calling him to step down.