"Brother Biao, Brother Biao."
A skinny young man wearing this little blue vest ran over huffing and puffing.
The young man named Brother Biao stared: "What is it called? It's called Hun'er! I can hear it."
After a daily scolding, Brother Biao asked, "What's the matter? If you have nothing to do, go somewhere with me."
Although the young man in the vest looks weak, he can still build up his momentum by following.
Isn't that what the so-called green-skinned gangsters are like!
The young man in the vest laughed and said, "Brother Biao, the boss is gathering everyone!"
"Um?"
Brother Biao looked serious: "What happened?"
"No...I don't know!"
"The boss then sent word that everyone should gather at the entrance of the hall within half an hour."
"So urgent??" Brother Biao guessed, "Are you going to fight with other gangs?!"
Brother Biao glanced into the distance and spat: "Bah! You're lucky to have jumped into the street. Come on, let's go back to the hall first."
Brother Biao took the lead.
Others followed.
At first glance, there is a sense of loyalty.
…
On the other side, Hong Zhennan and Hong Kang still don't know that they will face the evil intentions of a group of young and Dangerous boys.
A few big men moved very quickly.
Moreover, Hong Zhennan and the others don't have much property now.
After moving home.
Under the influence of Pang Kaibo, a local snake, Hong Zhennan went to the dock to work.
Don't think that Hong Zhennan, a Hongquan master of the first generation, found a coolie job.
It's simply a drop in status.
The main reason is that today's Hong Kong Island is not the "Four Asian Tigers" of later generations. The real wealthy businessmen have not invested capital yet and are still waiting and watching.
At present, in addition to ship repair, hemp ropes, oars and oars, blacksmiths and lumber, people in Yau Ma Tei also operate groceries, hairdressers, rice shops, brothels, opium dens, longevity shops, ceremonial sedan chairs, etc.
Fortunately, the job Pang Kaibo introduced to Hong Zhennan was not really a coolie, but he was responsible for managing a dozen dock workers.
With Hong Zhennan's ability, it is more than enough to manage a dozen workers.
After a few flashes of Kung Fu, the gang was shocked.
The chief steward of the main pier seemed to have some friendship with Pang Kaibo.
"Uncle Pang, you know a lot of people!" Hong Kang complimented crisply.
"Hahaha... that's right!" Pang Kaibo touched Hong Kang's head, "Rely on your parents at home, and rely on your friends when you go out! Kang, you have to know that one more friend means one more road!"
Hong Kang agreed with this in his heart.
It's just that even though he knew this truth in his previous life, due to his personality, he was not the kind of person who was all-round and good at getting things done.
There are some things that even if he knows how to say and do them better in his heart, he just can't say them or do them.
Hong Zhennan on the side seemed to be touched, his eyes lowered, and he was deep in thought.
He is a traditional warrior.
He has been practicing martial arts with his junior sister Hong Meifang since he was a child. What he wanted to do was to practice kung fu well and carry forward the sect.
But since the war started, I found that the martial arts I had practiced hard for decades was still not worth a bullet from others. I felt a sense of loss and depression that I couldn't express to others.
After escaping to Hong Kong Island, the rules of his childhood prevented him from extorting money from poor people;
But he also has no other skills.
He only knows kung fu, so he can only do hard work to support his family.
Hong Zhennan wanted to open a martial arts gym and pass on his own kung fu.
Before, I had no money and no confidence.
But now that I am a dock steward, my monthly income is much more than before when I worked odd jobs here and there.
He made a rough calculation. As long as he lived frugally and worked for two years, he would be able to save a fortune. By then, he would have enough money to open a martial arts studio.
In this way, you can do a job that you are familiar with.
"Anan, that's not how the accounts are calculated. If you open a martial arts gym now, I can only say that the money will be used for nothing."
Pang Kaibo knew Hong Zhennan's plan, but did not express support.
"You also know that the economy is in recession now, and there is still a war over there." Pang Kaibo pointed to the north, "Almost all those who can come here are refugees. People are thinking about how to live, so what? Do you have spare money to learn Kung Fu??”
It seemed like he thought of something.
Pang Kaibo tried his best to open his little eyes: "Don't tell me that you don't plan to charge tuition?!"
Hong Zhennan stopped talking.
It is impossible not to charge tuition fees.
He opened a martial arts gym, on the one hand, he wanted to pass on his kung fu; on the other hand, he also wanted to support his family.
Moreover, Pang Kaibo is not a warrior and does not know some inside information;
All sects teach boxing but not medicine; but if you want to be successful in practicing martial arts, some tonics are indispensable.
But tonics cost nothing! !
Even if there are only three or four true disciples, the tonics needed are not something Hong Zhennan can afford now.
As for working with others to prepare tonics.
Hong Zhennan had no such idea at all.
That is the foundation of a sect, a treasure left by the ancestors.
How can we let others learn from it! !
"Isn't there any other way?" Hong Zhennan punched the wall with a low expression, a little unwilling.
Pang Kaibo shook his big belly: "Hey, who said this is the way the world is!"
"It would be okay if you could recruit a few foreign apprentices. Foreigners are quite wealthy."
Hong Zhennan snorted coldly: "How can the things left by our ancestors be passed on to foreigners?!"
"I would rather take it to the coffin than let a foreigner learn my kung fu."
Doesn’t Hong Zhennan know how foreigners treat Chinese people? He traveled south and saw too many injustices.
He was only in his thirties, and his passion was still fresh. He once thought about joining the army, but after he had a wife and children, his thoughts changed to protecting his family.
He himself knows that he is not the kind of hero who "repays Kunlun with his blood". He is just a warrior, at best a warrior with bottom lines and principles; he really can't care about much else.
"Okay, Anan, don't think so much."
Pang Kaibo comforted him: "Just live day by day like this. It will get better in the future."
"Will it get better?" Hong Zhennan whispered to himself.
For a while, the two of them were silent.
The two of them are just members of this crowd, and they are not the kind of people with overwhelming power.
Living is already very difficult.
As for the future, it’s just a matter of taking one step at a time.
…
After returning home.
After eating, Hong Zhennan was getting ready to walk around.
"father."
Hong Kang stopped Hong Zhennan.
Looking at his son, his face was much rosier and no longer that pale.
"Huh? Is something wrong?"
Hong Kang looked at Hong Zhennan with hope.
"Dad, I want to practice martial arts."
Hong Zhennan: "..."
