Seeing Lin Yue looking up, Huang Yiqing quickly introduced him: "This is Mr. Fu, who used to be the deputy director of the Guangdong and Guangxi Martial Arts Museum and now lives in Guangzhou."
Lin Yue cupped his fists and said, "I've heard Mr. Fu's name for a long time."
According to official information, Mr. Fu is in his fifties this year, but judging from his appearance, he looks like a man in his sixties. This may be related to his experiences in his youth.
Although Mr. Fu had been silent since he came in, he still had a smile on his face and looked at him with admiration.
"I heard people say a few years ago that a young talent with great kung fu came to Foshan. It could be you."
Lin Yue said: "Sir, you are ridiculous. Rumors are always exaggerated."
Mr. Fu didn't speak, just smiled and nodded, admiring his humility and politeness, and his indifference to favors and humiliations.
Who knew that at this moment a harsh voice sounded from the banquet: "Is this the person you are waiting for?"
Lin Yue looked at another person sitting calmly. He was about forty years old, younger than President Li and younger than Huang Yiping, but he didn't know why he was sitting close to Mr. Fu and enjoying VIP treatment.
"Master Lin, this is Mr. Shachu from Nanyang."
After listening to Huang Yiping's introduction, he suddenly realized that no wonder the man's Chinese sounded weird. He turned out to be from Nanyang.
"Hello."
Of course he would not greet the other party with a warm face. This "hello" was just for the sake of Mr. Fu and Huang Yiping. If this was the Endeavor Hall, Gao Lei would have kicked them out long ago. .
"Sit, sit, sit, let's sit down and eat and talk."
Others don't know what Lin Yue's temper is, and President Li doesn't know either. They are afraid that Sha Chu will anger him with his arrogant words and might overturn the table.
At this time, Huang Yiping leaned into Lin Yue's ear and said a few words. He finally understood why the Jingwu Association got a Nanyang man.
In 1935, the Central Academy of Chinese Martial Arts sent a delegation to visit Nanyang. They said it was to exchange experiences, but in essence it was mainly about competition. Although the delegation did not introduce the details of the competition after returning, and the officials deliberately kept a low profile, judging from the performance of the entourage, the result should be more wins than losses.
What many people did not expect was that not long after the delegation returned, Nanyang sent a return delegation to "inspect and study" in some major martial arts provinces in the name of exchanging experience. Foshan, as the hometown of martial arts, is of course theirs. important goals.
Exchange of experience?
Martial arts practitioners naturally exchange experiences not by words, but by fists and feet.
It was under such circumstances that Mr. Fu found the Foshan Jingwu Association and moved the gathering that was supposed to be held around the New Year to the Gregorian New Year in order to unite his comrades to defeat the Nanyang masters and bring glory to the nation and national martial arts.
Ha, although it is not a Hongmen Banquet, it is not a good banquet either.
Complaints are complaints, just based on Sha Chu's weird look just now, Lin Yue has enough reason to give the so-called Nanyang master a good look, not to mention that this matter is also related to the face of national martial arts.
Of course, if the Nanyang masters came to Foshan really to exchange martial arts experiences, the Jingwu Association should be warm and lenient, but looking at the two people sitting behind Shachu, I was afraid that I was overthinking it.
There are three rows of seats behind the round table. The two rows of seats leaning against the railings can see the lobby stage, and the third row of seats is facing the round table. A man with cloth ties on his hands and a dark-skinned man who keeps chewing something in his mouth sit upright. His sharp eyes kept scanning the people of Jingwu Association, making no secret of his hostility towards Lin Yue and others.
"Sit? Sit down and talk about martial arts with your mouth? I think it's better to talk with your fists and feet." Everyone just sat down, but before their buttocks were warmed up, Shachu started to speak rudely.
The man with his hands wrapped in cloth stood up and looked at Lin Yue with provocation.
The people from the Jingwu Association insisted on waiting for him to arrive before "opening the banquet." It was obvious what they meant. The two Nanyang people behind them didn't speak Chinese, but they had no problem with their brains. It was obvious that defeating Lin Yue would severely defeat the Foshan martial arts practitioners. Spirit.
At this time, Sha Chu also looked over and said in his off-key Chinese: "Wing Chun is authentic?"
Lin Yue was unmoved. He tapped the rim of the cup with his finger and said without raising his head: "Mr. Shachu, doesn't he know that there is a saying in Chinese called 'The elders and the younger are in order, and there is a distinction between seniority and inferiority'?"
Eight words, concise and concise, it is very clear. It depends on what Mr. Fu and others mean. Whether it is authentic or not depends on my senior brother. The request of you Nanyang people is not in line with etiquette.
Shachu's expression changed. Among the people present, Mr. Fu, who had the highest prestige, wanted to give him three points. Why was the youngest person at the table and the last guy at the table talking so rudely? He never treated them as foreign guests well from the beginning to the end. face.
He was very unhappy, and his eyes narrowed tighter and tighter. If Lin Yue hadn't dared to talk to him like this in a foreign country, he would have asked someone to cut out his tongue.
Snap, snap~
The Nanyang man whose hands were wrapped in cloth punched his left palm with his right fist, made an insulting gesture towards Lin Yue, and said something in Thai.
No one in the Jingwu Association could understand it, but Lin Yue understood it.
You must know that the first mission he took after obtaining the system was "Operation Mekong", where his soul traveled to a Thai man, and the second mission was "Detective Chinatown", where his soul traveled to Tony. Although it was limited by the setting I cannot inherit their native language, but it is quite easy to understand some simple sentences.
Foshan monkey.
Yes, that guy actually called him a Foshan monkey.
Don't people like Shachu know that he is from HK?
Lin Yue didn't know if this guy was brainwashed and incited by Sha Chu to hate the people living in this land, and he didn't have the energy or time to reason with him. He felt that the most cost-effective response to the current situation was Beat them until they give in.
Without any warning, he slapped the edge of the table, and the chopsticks placed in front of him were shaken up. With a forward strike, the chopstick on his right shot out with a whoosh, and went straight into the eye socket of the man with the cloth bandage.
No one expected that he would fall out whenever he wanted to, without caring about the other party's status as a foreign guest, and he would strike hard when he came up.
Just when Chairman Li, Huang Yiping and others were at a loss, someone fished it out of the air and grabbed the chopsticks in his hand.
It was Ip Man who eased the situation at the critical moment.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Shachu. My junior brother is very young and has a bit of a bad temper. If there is anything out of line, I am here to apologize on my behalf."
"snort!"
Shachu looked at Ye Wen, then at Lin Yue who was playing with another chopstick opposite him, and said, "Get angry. It's too disrespectful to Mr. Fu. After all, the chopsticks were caught by Ye Wen in his hand. The other party apologized seriously and said Don't get angry, the young people over there really don't take him seriously at all, but President Li, Huang Yiping and others are indifferent. I don't know if they are deliberately letting the situation ferment, or if they are taking advantage of the man surnamed Lin across the way.
Mr. Fu said nothing, just picked up the cup and took a sip of tea.
Ip Man put down his chopsticks and turned to look at the Nanyang master who had his hands tied with cloth: "Junior brother is rude. As a senior brother, I will help him apologize to the seniors here and the gentleman from overseas. But this friend made rude remarks. Who should be blamed for this?" Are you responsible?"
The words were directed at that person, but everyone knew that he was looking for Shachu for an explanation.
Lin Yuexin said that this cheap senior brother is really not a fuel-efficient lamp. Ip Man is younger than Shachu. It is not embarrassing at all to apologize, but it would be embarrassing if Shachu apologized to Ip Wen or himself.
Shachu said with a sullen face: "What does it mean to be rude?"
Lin Yue sneered: "Does the Foshan monkey count?"
This sentence brought the atmosphere at the table to a freezing point. Mr. Fu, Chairman Li and others thought that Lin Yue might have been angered because of the unpleasant words the other party said. They did not expect that the other party cursed "Foshan monkey", but Lin Yue was obviously from HK. ...In other words, that chopstick just helped them seek justice.
Shachu didn't expect anyone here to understand Thai, so he looked very embarrassed.
Ip Man pulled his chair back, walked up to the Nanyang man whose hands were tied with cloth, and waved to the audience: "Don't you want to speak with your fists and feet? Please."
Firstly, he also saw that today's banquet was not a good one. The purpose of the Nanyang people coming here was to humiliate the Foshan people. Secondly, he was really irritated by Sha Chu and others. Lin Yue almost overturned the table because he said "Foshan monkey". How could these people from Foshan have the nerve to stay out of this matter?
The Nanyang man with his hands wrapped in cloth belts could not understand Ip Man's words, but he could understand his meaning from his gestures and expressions. He snorted contemptuously and walked down to the stage first.
Ip Man hugged his fists towards Mr. Fu, President Li and others, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and walked out of the room with his hands behind his back.
Everyone called them Foshan monkeys, but the wine was still going on. President Li, Huang Yiping and others left the table angrily and walked to the two rows of seats facing the stage.
Mr. Fu could still maintain the superficial harmony and said to Shachu: "Don't you want to see the masters of Foshan? Please go ahead."
After saying this, the two moved to the front row.
After everyone around the round table had passed, Lin Yue moved to a chair in the corner and sat down. Another Nanyang man was standing less than three feet away from him.
