"What can you do?" Uncle Deng looked very surprised, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes squeezed together.
Lin Yue leaned over and said a few words.
Uncle Deng was stunned for a moment, with deep suspicion in his eyes, as if he couldn't understand what he was doing.
Lin Yue said: "Don't ask why, just tell me whether you can help me or not."
Uncle Deng thought for a moment, nodded, and ordered the boy standing aside to do as Lin Yue said.
…
The hall is resplendent and resplendent with fruity, sandalwood, and feminine scents.
Girls in cheongsam are sitting in the arms of men, leaning on window bars and door frames, gently shaking fans, or holding wine glasses with eyes filled with joy.
There were no women around the chief, but there were some fruit plates with green and red fruits, clear wine in the cup, and bright tea. An old man with piercing eyes sat at the chief seat, and on both sides were Mr. Fu, Commissioner Xiong, President Dai of the Guangzhou Jingwu Association and other well-known figures in the martial arts circles of Guangdong and Guangdong.
"I have only accomplished three things in my life. I merged the Xingyi Sect and the Bagua Sect, took over my senior brother's class, took charge of the Chinese Warriors Association, and united more than a dozen people including Tongbei, Pao Zhui, Tai Chi, and Yan Qing. The sects joined, and eventually they became northern boxers and went south to pass on their skills."
"In the 18th year of the Republic of China, the Guangdong and Guangxi Martial Arts Hall was established, and the Five Tigers went to the south of the Yangtze River. It was agreed upon by Mr. Li Renchao and I in this Golden Building. I am old and a newcomer wants to come forward. My retirement ceremony was held once in the north. Today I am invited to hold this event again here because I want to say goodbye to the old friends and comrades here."
"The person who is working with me in the Northeast is my eldest disciple Ma San. He has taken over my class. You must take care of me."
Behind Gong Baosen, a young man with an arrogant expression glanced at the southern boxers present. There was contempt or disdain in his eyes, because compared to the Chinese Warriors Association in the north, even though the Jingwu Association has many branches, from a relationship point of view, It’s a piece of scattered sand, and it’s not an exaggeration to think that each one is doing his own thing.
What are the Northern Boxers doing now? Resist Japan and save the country, and care about China. And what about the southern boxers? In the pursuit of comfort and quiet times, the Jingwu Association has seriously deviated from the original intention of Huo Yuanjia and Huo Daxia, and has become an organization similar to a chamber of commerce. The people inside treat martial arts more as a business.
"Originally, the last thing I wanted to do was to spread southern boxing to the north. Unfortunately, I don't have time. The person who joined me at the retreat ceremony here was, I think, a southern boxer."
"Of course it has to be approved by everyone. Let's pick one."
After Gong Baosen finished speaking, there was a lot of discussion below.
Different from the New Year banquet, in addition to the local martial arts gym owners and sect leaders in Foshan, leading figures in the Guangzhou martial arts circle also came. Several boxer representatives from Guangxi also came, plus people brought by Gong Baosen from the north. , the scale is unprecedented.
Gong Baosen's words are very straightforward. In the northern martial arts world, his eldest disciple Ma San will take over from him. Who will take the lead in the southern martial arts world? Can you find a rising star who can team up with a master like him?
It is said that it is to support new people, but to some extent it is also a sign of war.
President Li, who was sitting next to the chief, glanced behind him. The director of the Foshan Jingwu Association shook his head, meaning that the person had not come yet.
At noon, Huang Yiping went to the Endeavor Hall to invite people. Lin Yue's answer was that he would definitely be there to participate. But now that the banquet has started, Gong Baosen has finished speaking, and Lin Yue has not arrived yet.
What happened?
"Ip Man is in the opium den next door. Do you want to send someone to invite him to Jinlou? We'll go through this first." Huang Yiping, who was sitting next to him, whispered.
Chairman Li frowned. Lin Yue didn't know why he didn't come. It seemed that the only way to go was to ask Ip Man to take action. In fact, he didn't want to use Ip Man from the bottom of his heart because... how to put it, laymen think this is a national martial art? It is a grand event in the world, and whoever joins hands with Gong Baosen means getting ahead, gaining both fame and fortune. In reality? What that person took over from Kung Bo Mori was responsibility.
Taking a step back, regardless of Ip Man's character, he has a family and ancestral business, and he is far less suitable to partner with Gong Baosen than the relatively young Lin Yue.
Chairman Li did not reply to Huang Yiping immediately. He exchanged a few words with Mr. Fu who was sitting in the front seat in a low voice, and then told Huang Yiping to be patient. Unless Gong Baosen asked them to find a suitable candidate immediately, they should wait to find out what Lin Yue's side was. It’s better to make a choice when something happens.
While the two were talking, they suddenly heard a commotion at the entrance of the hall, and a man walked in carrying a tray.
Huang Yiping looked up and was stunned. It really meant that Cao Cao had arrived. One moment he was wondering why Lin Yue was late, and the next moment he appeared in front of him. But the strange thing is... what kind of behavior is this?
There were eight palm-sized bowls on the tray, and the bowls contained golden and translucent soup.
"Mr. Gong has come all the way, so he must try Jinlou's chrysanthemum and snake soup. It's not fishy, not greasy, not burnt, and the heat is just right."
Lin Yue moved the bowl to one side of the table. His palm seemed to be moving forward, but in fact he just touched the edge of the bowl lightly, and the bowl slowly moved to Gong Baosen.
Not a drop of soup spilled out, leaving only a wisp of undulating white smoke in the air.
Gong Baosen looked at the snake soup in the bowl and looked up at Lin Yue: "What's your name?"
"It doesn't matter what it's called. What matters is whether the snake soup tastes good or not." Lin Yue waved towards the bowl: "Please."
After saying that he cooked according to the law, he distributed the remaining seven bowls of snake soup to the seniors present and said: "Seniors, please use it slowly." He left with the tray.
Gong Baosen glanced at President Li, only to find that the target man also had a puzzled look on his face.
He didn't ask anything. He picked up the snake soup on the table and put it to his mouth. He smelled it, pinched the handle of the spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup into his mouth. Then his face changed and became very strange.
Ma San noticed the change in his expression: "Master, is there something wrong with the snake soup?"
After speaking, he looked at President Li with a sullen face.
Gong Baosen raised his hand to interrupt Ma San's questioning.
"Good soup, good soup."
He said "good soup" twice in a row.
"Unexpectedly, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the Gonghe Building. It seems that I will gain a lot this time when I go south."
President Li and Huang Yiping naturally didn't know this was a pun, and thought Gong Baosen was simply praising Lin Yue.
"Mr. Gong, what do you think of the young man who gave you the soup just now?"
"You have to try it before you know whether you can take my hand." Gong Baosen scooped two more spoons of soup and then put the bowl down.
Commissioner Xiong said: "When will Mr. Gong plan to hold the retirement ceremony?"
Gong Baosen thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow."
Commissioner Xiong nodded and said, "Okay."
The people at the table were conversing among themselves and did not notice Ma San's increasingly gloomy gaze. Just now, he heard the discussion of two officials of the Foshan Jingwu Association. It seemed that the boy who gave the soup was very famous in the local area.
If he was really a hero, why would he lower himself to become a soup boy? It's simply grandstanding, and only a dirty southerner would use flattery to please his master.
"Huh, clown."
…
after an hour.
The opium shop next door to Jinlou.
At the top of a round table that could seat twelve people, Ye Wen held a cigarette in his hand and puffed on it with a frown.
He usually liked this bite, but at this moment, every bite seemed like swallowing a bitter pill.
Wu Zhongsu asked him to meet here, saying that he might need his help tonight.
He didn't dare not listen to what his senior brother said, but when he got here, he realized that things were not as simple as Wu Zhongsu said.
Lin Yue stood at the round table, with the bead curtain still swaying behind him.
"You already know that."
Ye Wen nodded.
"Then what are you going to do?"
Ye Wen remained silent because he didn't know what to do at all. He had tried to persuade Wu Zhongsu many times about his hostility to Lin Yue, but he couldn't help it.
After the death of his master Chen Hua Shun, his Wing Chun was taught by Wu Zhongsu. They were brothers and half masters and apprentices, so even if they had big differences, he did not dare to say harsh words to Wu Zhongsu. What was the result? The result was today's trouble.
There were so many people in the Foshan Wing Chun sect who beat one person, but almost all of them were wiped out. As a representative of Foshan Wing Chun School, should he avenge Wu Zhongsu? Without revenge, the Foshan Wing Chun School would become a joke. What would those deposed brothers think of him? Revenge, that is, killing fellow sects, will also be regarded as a joke, and he is not sure he can beat Lin Yue--because when Wu Zhongsu went to look for him at home, he had an unpleasant incident with Zhang Yongcheng, and he sent him away After leaving, Zhang Yongcheng warned him not to provoke Lin Yue, because Lin Yue saw her appearing in the backyard of Endeavor Hall last time and deliberately gave in to him, which put him in a good mood that lasted for several days.
At this moment, I heard a burst of footsteps outside, and the waiter from Jinlou rushed into the hall. He looked at Lin Yue and Ye Wen and said, "It's not good, Ma San and the people from the Jingwu Association got into a fight. He said he wanted to Find the nameless boy who brought the snake soup to see what kind of dragon is hiding in his belly and what kind of tiger is lying in his belly. If he dares to be a coward, he will beat the Jingwu Association members one by one until they beg for mercy."
