Zhang Shang did not go out to sell Taigu cakes again.

In the past three days, he and Chen Lianwei went around, purchasing things, applying for business licenses, cleaning up the storefront, using tables, computers, scanners, and all kinds of things.

He also asked his father to go to the used car market and bought a van for 50,000 yuan.

Once you join the express delivery company, you have to go to Taiyuan to pick up goods by yourself.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

This day.

Accompanied by a series of "bang bang bang bang bang..."

Fireworks burst into the sky, dull, no ribbon cutting or advertising, Taigu Express Company opened in a low-key manner.

The billboard above the door reads: "Taigu Express Corporation, Shentong, Zhongtong, Yuantong, Huitong, Yunda, Shunfeng."

At this time, no one knows how powerful these six express delivery companies will be together.

In later generations, these six express delivery companies almost monopolized the transportation business of a county. If the door was not opened for three days, all online shopping and goods in Taigu would be paralyzed.

...

"I asked my dad that there are four famous people in Taigu who practice Xingyiquan, Yang Fansheng, Song Guanghua, Zhang Shixiang, and Wu Huizhong, who are all famous veteran boxers. Let's go and have a look?" Zhang Shang asked.

Chen Lianwei doesn't care, he can do whatever he wants.

The weather in August is already hot enough, and the men are a little tough, basically wearing a big white vest and colorful pants on the lower body.

A gentler, short-sleeved shirt, only buttoned the two buttons in the middle, rode the "Maserati" with a thrust out, and pedaled the bike with his heels. He was arrogant and arrogant. The wind brought the clothes to fly, and he felt refreshed.

If there is a seat, bring a girl, and she is talking, smiling, and riding under the shade of the tree, a gust of wind blows, and the girl's long skirt rises with the wind...

Memories many years later are also a beautiful memory.

Unfortunately, Zhang Shang's car had no back seat, and followed the guard Chen who was riding the 28-bar, which ruined the artistic conception.

According to what Zhang Dad said, he took turns to visit the old boxer and found a way out for Chen Lianwei.

After all, I am about to go to high school, so I can't bring a bodyguard. Without his constraints, Chen Lianwei is not a good-looking lamp.

Wu Huizhong worked as a teacher in a sports school and usually taught students in the park. It was a landscape.

There is only one park in Taigu, opposite the Fourth Middle School, known as "Xiyuan".

As soon as I entered the gate, I saw people, including seven or eight children, three adults, and even foreigners.

These people stood in a row and worked together as if practicing gymnastics.

There is a middle-aged man next to him who has a hairstyle of "Chairman's Head". He holds his head up and his chest is probably in his fifties, which is no different from ordinary people.

"How is it? Do you see some tricks?" Zhang Shang asked Chen Lianwei beside him.

Although he wrote martial arts novels himself, he had never really practiced it. He could only brag and could not see the tricks of these "martial arts masters".

"Flower frame." Chen Lianwei only used three words to evaluate it.

He opened his mouth and pouted, and his self-esteem was hurt.

After all, we are from Taigu, so of course we are facing the locals. We will definitely feel uncomfortable after hearing this.

"Why don't you join forces with Teacher Wu?" Zhang Shang encouraged, wanting to see the real kung fu.

Both martial arts novels in the previous life were a failure. This time, I must have a book that became popular. It is beneficial to see the real fight.

"He is no match for me. A fifty-year-old man is old and has a weak sex, his physical strength has been greatly reduced, and he dares not take ruthless actions. If he fights me, he will never die." Chen Lianwei said.

The two of them watched them practice boxing while watching them, and they pointed fingers, which made the apprentices look at each other frequently.

Wu Huizhong also looked here. When he saw Chen Lianwei, he was stunned and immediately took a warning position.

Once he changed, the apprentices knew something was wrong and swarmed together, with a large number of people and powerful people.

Especially the foreigner, who is tall and big, has a momentum when he stands.

In an instant, both sides were at a strife.

"Teacher Wu, don't want this, we didn't come from a fight." Zhang Shang said in Taigu Tu dialect: "My friend wants to learn our Xingyiquan and wants to become a disciple. I have no other meaning when I bring it over, it just depends on whether you accept your disciple."

"No." Wu Huizhong refused.

There is an old boxer who can see through a person with just one glance and know what kind of person's nature is.

Chen Lianwei's indifference in his eyes, let alone the old boxer, even an ordinary person, Zhang Shang, felt a thrill in his heart when he saw it.

"Will you accept me?" Zhang Shang asked again.

"You?" Wu Huizhong looked at it and said, "Only accept students, not apprentices."

This is a big difference.

Students have to pay tuition fees. If they don’t get started, they have to pay as much money to the teacher every month. It is more expensive than any “second lesson” and cannot be taught in the true way.

It’s different for disciples. You have to perform formal apprenticeships and kowtow to worship the ancestors. You can get the introduction to the master.

Zhang Shang grinned and said with a smile: "I'm disturbing."

He turned around and left with Chen Lianwei.

Seeing the two left, the foreigner asked Wu Huizhong in bad Chinese: "Old, have you ever been on the battlefield?"

Foreigners are not stupid, they know that Chen Lianwei is not a good person.

There are such pictures on the Internet. The reporter recorded the appearance of ten soldiers before and after they went to the battlefield.

In the past, I had a beautiful face and smiled happily. After going to the battlefield, my face looked dead and my pupils were cold like a lone wolf.

"He should have come out of the mine, either from the black coal mine or the murderer of the mine protection team. The smell of coal on his body can be smelled so far away."

"Hu frame pile?" Foreigners said it was difficult to understand this word.

"When you meet such a person in the future, you will turn around and run away. Don't show off." Wu Huizhong reminded the students to guide the boxing practice again.

Smuggling, poison transporter, black coal mine, don’t care if you are a martial arts master or a boxing gold belt, just turn around and run away when you meet these three types of people. It’s not a world.

...

After leaving Xiyuan, Zhang Shang was quite depressed. Could it be that he really had the saying "roots, qualifications, talents" and so on. He is the legendary cabbage spiritual root, and no one wants it?

Riding a bike, and going to the next house.

On the way.

There is someone around you who knows how to practice boxing and should know some tricks.

"Chen Lianwei, do you think I can practice martial arts?"

"Everyone can practice it, whether you have the best skills depends on the person."

"Then look at me."

"You?" Chen Lianwei looked at it and said, "You are suitable for practicing sword drawing. Get a kitchen knife and leave behind the belt. When you encounter danger, don't talk or draw your sword."

“…”

“…”

Mr. Song Guanghua is a famous figure in Xingyiquan world and the direct descendant of Song Xingyiquan.

It is very easy to find him. When you arrive at the entrance of the village, you can find out at will and take a walk along the way.

The door is covered with red tiles, and inside is a quaint courtyard brick and tile house.

Although the walls are old and the bricks are peeled off, the whole yard looks very clean and energetic.

Mr. Song’s house is very lively today, and his disciples gathered together. The villagers said that it was a master of Sanda from Hong Kong City who came to film a documentary.

When Zhang Shang heard this, he immediately remembered this.

He wrote martial arts novels and searched a lot of information.

That year, the second part was released, an episode that challenged Xingyiquan. Song Guanghua's apprentices were so embarrassed.

The bicycle was parked at the door and locked it. The villagers surrounded the door and watched the fun. They were talking about martial arts inside. They taught two Sanda masters in the port city to practice big poles, and there were also cameramen.

At first glance, he looked like this, he was a person in the legend of Kung Fu.

Zhang Shangxin was a little bad-eyed and asked quietly: "Can you beat these two boxing masters?"

"Huh?" Chen Lianwei glanced at him and said, "I will definitely not be able to fight when I go to the ring and wear boxing gloves. If I compete in private, I will not be ruthless, and I will be able to get the 50th."

"These two are so awesome?" Zhang Shangxin said, and he was going to let you go up and try the waters, so that these two people would be cleaned up so that Song Guanghua's apprentices would be embarrassed.

Once the documentary is broadcast and on TV, the entire Taigu Xingyiquan will be damaged.

Chen Lianwei did not explain.

If he asked him to fight, he never said that he would have died in the coal mine.

"Look at how Mr. Song Guanghua is, is he qualified to be your master?" Zhang Shang asked, looking at the old man in his seventies but in good spirits in the yard.

"He won't accept me."

"Why?"
To be continued...