"Uncle, you smoke."
"Oh, okay... by the way, nephew, you haven't said who your master is yet."
"Oh, look at my brain. I looked at it and said, my master is Mo Darong."
"Mo Darong? What a coincidence. My brother and I just had dinner at your master's place."
"Haha, this is fate!"
"What about your master? What is your master's name?"
"Six-fingered Yama Yuan Wei Feng, I wonder if you, uncle, have heard of it."
"I heard it. My master told me about Uncle Yuan in the previous paragraph. He said that when he was young, he was very lustful. One time, my master had his left leg broken because he peeped at a widow taking a bath."
"Huh? It turns out that my master's legs are so lame! He kept telling me that he was injured while fighting Japanese soldiers, and he was trying to fool me!"
In the bathhouse, Lian Guanglong directly took Cen Hao to sit on the edge of the pool and started chatting.
Chu Heng had to give his brother this face, so he waved his hand to indicate to the pedicure master that there was no need to continue, and quickly got down to the ground, put on his slippers, and followed the two of them to the dressing room outside.
"Hall Master Lian, you're so polite!" Chu Heng sat up quickly and returned the gesture with a cupped fist.
Chu Heng blinked when he heard this, this word is a bit interesting!
"What are you yelling about? How old are you? You can't be steady?"
"Come, nephew, let me introduce you. This is my eldest brother, Mr. Chu Heng. He is in Sijiu City, and he is a big shot who can even shake his feet when he stamps!"
"You don't know something about this, Mr. Chu." The big bald man smiled heartily, glanced at the donkey-like guy, and said: "The tattoo may be fake, but the tricks I did with Master Cen just now cannot be fake. , that is a move specifically used to identify disciples in our unique Taiyi martial art, Sanyuan Yiqi Fist. It has specific strength and techniques, and outsiders have no idea about it."
"Hehe." Lian Guanglong grinned, pointed at Cen Hao who was carrying large and small packages and said: "Master, guess who this is?"
After arriving at the place, Lian Guanglong pulled over a waiter and asked. After learning that his master Mo Darong was upstairs, he took them straight to the third floor where people lived.
"Master Chu." Cen Hao had already put on his clothes and came over. He stretched out his hand to Chu Heng very naturally: "Bring me some money. This is the first time that my senior brother can't be empty-handed. I have to buy something."
"Looking at Master Chu's demeanor, he doesn't look like an ordinary person. I wonder what kind of business you do?"
"It's not bad at all. Among the major gangs in Citi, I can barely have a place, but it depends on the location. For example, in San Francisco, Zhi Gong Tang has a great influence there, but not here in Washington. Often, Being targeted, one of our nightclubs was inspected just two days ago.”
"That's it, let's go."
Lian Guanglong took a deep look at Chu Heng and quickly put on his clothes. After a while, several people came out of the bathhouse.
The two of them chatted for a while, then Cen Hao came out with a big bag and a small bag. He bought two bottles of wine, two cigarettes, and a bunch of messy food, which cost more than three hundred. The knife is worth less than half a month's salary of an average person.
"Some people don't want us to be big. After all, the job bowl is only so big. If we take one more bite, others will take one less bite."
"It looks like a lot, but actually the profit is not much... By the way, how is Zhi Gong Tang doing here now?"
When he came to his cabinet, he took out the key and opened the lock. While changing his clothes, Chu Heng asked the two of them curiously: "Hey, how did you determine that you are from the same school? Just based on the tattoos on your body, you are the same as the person who just passed by." Those moves? Aren’t you afraid they are fake?”
Chu Heng glanced at the two of them, smiled and sighed at the magic of fate, and did not disturb the two of them. He slowly climbed out of the pool, went to the bathing bed to find a master to take a bath, and then ran away Went to the lounge to get a pedicure.
"Hey, it looks like everything in this world is the same. It's all driven by interests."
At this time, Cen Hao said to him excitedly: "Master Chu, please stop practicing now. I'm going to see my senior brother. Can we go together?"
"Oh, that's it." Chu Heng nodded suddenly.
"Where is it?"
Chu Heng and Lian Guanglong, who stayed where they were, were smoking and talking to each other.
"What kind of illegitimate son!" Lian Guanglong said speechlessly: "Do you think he looks like my master?"
The bald man on one side's eyelids jumped as he saw that the average monthly salary at Citigroup at this time was less than one thousand yuan. The two of them casually took out ten thousand yuan, which was equivalent to someone else's salary for a year. And looking at that light and airy look, it's obvious that he doesn't take the money seriously.
It seems that this junior uncle’s eldest brother is really not a simple person!
"Haha, you are so humble. I heard that antiques are very valuable and can easily cost tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands."
When Lian Guanglong heard this, he thought that Ya was also from Jianghu, and clasped his fists solemnly: "Lian Guanglong has met Mr. Chu in Zhigongtang."
The door of a room was pushed open, and a sturdy old man with silver hair walked out of it with a frown. It was the restaurant owner Mo Darong, Cen Hao's senior brother.
Cen Hao eagerly brought the bald man to Chu Heng and introduced him.
The bald man, who knew that the junior uncle was not short of money, glanced at it and said nothing. He took them to the Guangfeng Building where Chu Heng and the two had just visited.
"Oh, I know." Cen Hao nodded and put the money in his pocket.
"Master! Master! Come out quickly and see who I have brought."
"Wait a minute."
Cen Hao stood at the door, looked around, and ran quickly to a grocery store that looked pretty good diagonally across.
As soon as he came up, the big bald man was full of excitement and shouted in a broken gong voice, like a donkey called spring.
"Him?" Mo Darong looked at Cen Hao with his hands behind his back, and his frown deepened: "Which illegitimate son of your master came here again?"
The bald man who was over forty years old shouted to the young man in front of him who was in his early twenties, one after another. He was a smooth man, and he didn't feel any burden at all.
After he repaired one foot, Cen Hao finally remembered that his eldest brother was still there. He quickly searched for him throughout the house with his bald head, and finally came to the lounge to find someone.
"You guys wait for me here for a while, I'll go buy something first."
"..."
"Why target you?"
Chu Heng didn't hesitate. He directly reached into his pocket, used the cloth to cover up, took out ten thousand dollars from the warehouse and threw it to him. He warned: "Don't pick at Sosou, buy something good."
"It's not really a sale, just some antiques."
Cen Hao, who was thousands of miles away when he met his classmate, was also very excited. He forgot about himself and started chatting with the teacher's nephew so passionately that he even forgot about his elder brother who was still having fun.
Mo Darong breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it didn't burden him again.
"He is Cen Hao, the disciple of my uncle Dou Nanfeng! I went to the bathhouse today to see the donkeys... I met him while I was taking a bath. Do you think it was a coincidence or not?" Lian Guanglong said with beaming eyebrows.
"What? Master Dou's apprentice?" Mo Darong looked at the young Cen Hao in astonishment and asked in disbelief: "You didn't fool me, did you?"
Cen Hao didn't waste any time. He put down the things in his hands and showed the starting position of Sanyuan Yiqi Fist: "Cen Hao is a sect of Master Xuancheng and a disciple of the 29th generation of Taiyi."
When Mo Darong saw this, he was already vaguely convinced, but he still cautiously put on the same posture, ready to pass his hands and take a look in case someone really pretended to be: "A disciple of the Six Finger Yama Yuan Wei Feng, a 29th generation disciple of Taiyi Dao Mo Darong.”
