. "Ding Ding, how could you give him the money so simply?" Master Yang and his men were walking back. Master Yang complained to Ding Yi. He was stunned when he heard 1,000 euros. Lance also thought that this old man was a profitable money. The two of them were so popular that they wanted to leave immediately - is there no other martial arts hall in Chinatown? As a result, the old man who became a talent slowly said that there were really no other martial arts halls in Chinatown, because the only two martial arts halls just closed yesterday -

This martial arts school became the only choice for Master Yang and his friends. Then, the old man patted his chest and bragged about how he could cure his illness. He said that 1,000 euros were guaranteed to be worth the money, just like the advertisements on some shopping channels in China. As a result, just as Master Yang and the others were stunned, Ding Yi foolishly took out 1,000 euros and gave it to the old man. The old man took the money at lightning speed and said that he would take people to see him at 10 o'clock tomorrow and take medicine. He didn't even call a receipt and saw him off.

"1,000 euros per dose?! Why didn't he rob it? If he can't cure it, I will call the police." Lance also spoke from the side.

"I don't think he is like a bad person. Do you have to try to cure Dupre's injury..." Ding Yi lowered his head as if he had done something wrong.

Master Yang and Lance said nothing more when they saw Ding Yi's appearance. Now they can only treat the dead horse as a living horse. The old man's immortal spirit has become a vulgar old man in Master Yang's heart.

At ten o'clock the next day, Dupree was sitting on a Chinese-style Grand Master chair. When the old man held his feet and rubbed his feet gently, Master Yang was still thinking that if the old man was a little more unintentional, he would have no choice but to refuse to admit his account today. Master Yang looked at the old man's hand without turning his eyes, feeling sorry for the 1,000 euros that were put into the old man's pocket. At first Dupree screamed "Ah, ah", but the nervous Master Yang couldn't do it, but as he rubbed Dupree's scream turned into a happy hum like a pig eating feed. About an hour and a half, when the old man's hand stopped, Dupree's heartless Dupree was already asleep.

The old man put down Dupree's feet, clapped his hands and said in Chinese: "Okay. Come again tomorrow. You can't get water, catch a cold, or cover it too hot. It's probably about Friday. Massage is about 1,000 euros. If it doesn't work, you don't have to pay." After that, the old man said, "Damn, this kid is still sweaty."

Master Yang wanted to strangle him to death after hearing the old man's words, but seeing this guy's tricks, Master Yang had to give up the idea of ​​strangling him to death and said, "Don't worry, money is not a problem." - The problem is that there is no money. Yes! It seems that the 1,000 euros have to be borrowed from Ding Yi. Even if the man is so miserable that he can't be more miserable.

"Master Yang, what did he say?" Dupree, who was sleeping comfortably, woke up and held his feet to wait for Master Yang to translate.

"He said you will be fine on Friday. And your feet are quite expensive, so you have to take some insurance in the future." Mr. Yang said half-jokingly. Dupree also laughed at this.

At this moment, a man shouted outside the door, "Grandpa, I'm back." A tall and burly boy walked into the room. Hey, Master Yang knew this person - the number 4 who played black football last time. It was really fate. Master Yang felt that the last time he and Lance explained the fate with "It's not that enemies are not gathering together". He really found the person he wanted to find. But now is not the time to find someone, Master Yang was still scared of the old man's asking for money to pay off the money.

On the 4th, he was also stunned when he saw Master Yang, "Why are you here?" As he said that, he saw Dupre's feet and the dose of medicinal oil worth 1,000 euros. "Oh, you are here to see the foot injury." Master Yang nodded.

This time it was the old man's turn to be surprised, "You know. Your friend? Vares."

"No, I played football together." No. 4, who was named Vares, curled his lips and said that he had no friendship with Master Yang.

"Oh, that's good, I won't give it to you." The old man's awkward face immediately became at ease, and he waved his hand to see him off.

Master Yang is so depressed. You should know that with this release today, I should not pretend to get the 3,000 euros that day. This time, the net compensation is 5,000. Although this family is not from the same country, they are all fucking money fans. Master Yang helped Dupree and thought about where to sell the medicine for regret.

"Grandpa, did they take their money to treat injuries?" Vares was not as tough as he was when he was a gangster leader, and asked respectfully in Chinese.

"Of course, although they are all Chinese, they can't stop eating." The old man looked for granted. "Young people are so rich nowadays. I just talk about it casually. They gave 1,000 euros without even paying back the price. Haha, the massage is also calculated."

"You are still smart enough to calculate. Grandpa, this is the 1,000 yuan I just earned yesterday. You can take it." Vares took out a stack of money from his schoolbag with his side back.

The old man didn't answer, looked at Vales and asked, "Did he come from the right way?"

"Well, I made money from playing football with them. But there are fewer and fewer opportunities like this. Next time I will go to a farther place. I can no longer play nearby." Vares replied.

"Yes, sometimes you lose a game appropriately, or control the score, so that they feel that the gap is not that big, so someone will play with you. You are about to graduate from high school, what are your plans?" The old man said, taking the money and putting it in his pocket that made Master Yang hate.

Vares said: "I haven't thought about it yet, grandpa, what do you think, being a gangster is already boring."

The old man smiled and looked at his tall grandson: "You have grown up and you can make your own decisions. Grandpa is old. Have you practiced martial arts recently?"

"Yes, recently, a person from the sports university came to pester me every day and said he wanted to take me as his teacher. I was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he had to compete with me, so I didn't miss my skills either."

The old man asked kindly: "Has it been slapped in the face?"

Vares replied kindly: "If you hit someone or not, how could I forget what you taught me?"

The old man nodded and said, "Okay, good grandson. Then I'll take the exam to get your kung fu." As he said that, the old man stood up and walked to the martial arts training ground with his hands behind his back. Vares also walked into the field. The two of them competed in Tai Chi starting style, and then fought in one place with fists and feet.

Touching the redness and swelling on his face, Vares-Chen walked on the way to school, "Old guy, you're so vicious, you're going to do it and you're depressed!" He said to himself, and a black shadow flashed out from behind him.

The black shadow said, "Stop! Do you agree to what I said?"

Vares stopped, "I warn you, I am in a bad mood, don't mess with me! The consequences will be serious!"

The black shadow said without saying a word and punched him. Then he heard a ding-bang sound. The black shadow was stepped on Vares' feet and screamed: "Don't slap the face, don't slap the face, I have to make a living." Vares put down his fist and raised his foot.

The black shadow got up, patted the soil on his body, and stood beside Vares with a smile, and said flatteringly: "Master, please teach me, I like Chinese Kung Fu very much."

Vares said seriously: "No, this kung fu is not passed on. It can only be passed on to my son."

Black Shadow said: "I know this is the rule of Chinese Kung Fu, but there are always exceptions, such as if you don't have a son..."

A grim smile appeared on the corner of Vares' mouth. Ding tinkles... "Don't slap in the face, I was wrong. Master."

"Learning kung fu requires wisdom, and you can only resist the ability to fight and strike now." Vares said. The two of them walked and said to the school where Vares was studying. At this time, a black student hurried over and said to Vares: "Chen, the White Shark Gang people outside are here again, and Zorro is surrounded by them and beaten."

Vares's face tightened, "Take me over."

The black shadow said behind him, "Master, I'll go too."

If Master Yang was there, he would understand why his fitness coach classmate Luo Borichi always asked him about Chinese Kung Fu for no reason. That's right, Black Shadow is also an acquaintance of Master Yang, fitness coach Luo Borichi.

Master Yang sent Dupree home and talked to him about interesting things about playing football when he was a child. The two of them laughed together. Because of the medical skills of the black-hearted old man, the haze of Dupree's foot injury seemed to be dissipating bit by bit.

Walking out of Dupree's apartment, Master Yang took out his cell phone and dialed Liu Yunshang's number. It was still the shocking ringtone. After a few sounds, a familiar and sweet voice came over: "Liu, you finally called."

"Isn't this a jet lag? I also said I didn't answer the phone last time."

"I went to work, but I didn't hear it."

"It's so hard, don't be exhausted."

"I know, too. You are doing it well outside. Have you hooked up with other girls recently? Are there any other girls who want to fuck you? Is it honestly?" Liu Yunshang showed the majesty of the head of the family on the phone.

Ding Yi's red face flashed in front of Master Yang's eyes, and he replied: "Of course there is no more, how dare I? The washboard has also increased its price."

Liu Yunshang smiled and said, "This is almost the same. Now it is popular to kneel on the motherboard. Our family's policies will be reiterated to you again - be honest and strict, and resist more strictly. Hooha!"

Master Yang wiped his forehead with a false sweat—the tutoring was very strict: "I understand. Hey, why do you have a piano sound over there?"

Liu Yunshang looked up and said quickly, "I'm here at Starbucks and other classmates, so I won't talk about it now. The classmate is here, so I'll do it first, bye." He hung up the phone.

The piano sound came melodiously from the music bar in a corner of the Hilton Hotel lobby. Mr. Li, who last time invited Liu Yunshang to dinner in the gym, came over.

"Miss Liu, you are finally willing to eat with your face." Mr. Li sat in front of Liu Yunshang with a very gentlemanly smile.

"Mr. Li, I'm sorry, I promised you to come here. I really don't want you to be embarrassed in front of your friends. I don't like the taste of this very much."

"Then where do you like to eat? Beijing will choose from, Shangri-La or Kempinski, or..."

"You misunderstood what I mean. I mean I prefer to drink mutton soup and eat donkey meat and firewood. I prefer to make egg-filled biscuits than pizza. I prefer to make a bowl of Beijing fried noodles with my favorite heads and eat them together. I say it again: I have a boyfriend. Bye." Liu Yunshang stood up and walked towards the gate.
Chapter completed!