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"...Even if your uncles don't think about themselves, they still have to think about the future generations. Do we want them to stay in this Kowloon Walled City like you and guard the ring for the rest of their lives?"

In a hall, there are seven or eight middle-aged people in their forties or fifties sitting on the Taishi chairs on both sides. Sitting in the middle is an old man with gray hair on the temples and a dark Tang suit.

This old man is none other than Luo Zhengying, the ring talker of Kowloon Walled City. In his early years, he served as a combat instructor at the Whampoa Military Academy in Nanjing. His accomplishments in back-to-back boxing were unanimously recognized by the major martial arts masters in the north and south.

Later, because he offended a villain, he was forced to live in Kowloon Walled City with his family, and then he settled down.

"Are these your words, or those of that younger boy?" Luo Zhengying stared at her son.

Luo Hao said: "He said it, and he asked me to tell you and your uncles."

"What do you think?" Luo Zhengying looked around.

"As long as it doesn't dig a hole for us, I think it's acceptable."

"This kid's words make some sense. We are half-stepped into the coffin, and the only thing we care about is our descendants."

"I have a little son, and I really want to send him to Gui Lao's school..."

"I don't think it's feasible to listen to what he has to say first. What if he's just a charlatan?"

"..."

Everyone was talking a lot, but they were obviously very moved.

Luo Zhengying looked at his son: "Did you hear everything? Let the young man come in."

"Yes." Luo Hao's eyes flashed with joy, and he clasped his fists and stepped back.

Downstairs of Longjin Road Senior Center.

Luo Hao walked downstairs and said to Zhang Jin, who was having sex with a group of juniors: "Follow me, my father wants to see you."

"Let's talk next time." Zhang Jinchong waved to several people, turned and walked towards the stairs, "How about it?"

"Of course there is a show, otherwise why would you go up there?" Luo Hao couldn't hide the joy on his face.

"That's good." Zhang Jin smiled.

The two of them went upstairs to see Luo Zhengying.

Entering the hall, Zhang Jin saw at a glance four large characters "Martial Artist's Benevolence" hanging on the wall opposite the door.

"Are you that young boy Zhang Jin?" Luo Zhengying looked at him and asked.

Zhang Jin cupped his hands and said: "That's right, this junior has met Master Luo and other masters."

Luo Zhengying said: "Luo Hao has already told us about your matter. He asked you to come up because he wanted to hear your specific plan."

Zhang Jin smiled and said: "Master Luo, it's not that I judge a gentleman with a villain's heart. If I tell you the specific plan, who knows whether you will turn around and kick me out? How about this?

, let’s sign an agreement first, and then we’ll discuss things after signing.”

"You don't believe us?"

"If I don't believe you, how can I come to you? There are not many people in Kowloon Walled City who have integrity. Master Luo and you are one of them. It's just that integrity is integrity. Integrity alone is not enough for doing business. It's written in black and white.

It makes people feel more secure, what do you think, Master Luo?"

"What agreement do you want?" Luo Zhengying was noncommittal.

"It's very simple. I will come up with the idea and a little effort for the new business in the arena. I will take three out of thirty-seven points. Master Luo and all the other masters will run the business and settle things in the city for me. They must support me unconditionally when necessary.

." Zhang Jin said.

Before Luo Zhengying could speak, Master Liang, who was sitting on the left seat, said: "It's reasonable for you to take 30% of the profit. It's okay for us to settle the affairs of the city for you, but it's impossible to support you unconditionally. Why don't you take us there?"

Even if you die, do we have to support you?"

"Master Liang's concerns are also our concerns." Luo Zhengying said.

The other masters present nodded in agreement.

Zhang Jin smiled and shook his head: "Masters, don't worry, I won't take you to death. I'm younger than you, and I don't want to die. Besides, once this business gets bigger, there will be many people who want to get involved.

, if you don’t support me unconditionally, when the generals are at odds, it will be easy for someone to take advantage of you."

He looked around at the masters present with a faint smile on his face, "I only hope that all the masters still have the same bravery as those who practiced martial arts in the past, and will not let others snatch their food, and will be willing to swallow their anger."

"Street boy! What did you say?" Master Li slammed the table and became angry.

"Of course I'm telling the truth." Zhang Jin turned to look at Master Li who spoke out, "Don't you know what your situation has been in these years? To put it mildly, it means adhering to one's own integrity and sticking to one's heart. To put it badly, it means that you are still living up to the past. I don't know.

Adapt! Masters, Kowloon Walled City is no longer what it was when you came here. Shida... ahem, times have changed. Good people in Kowloon Walled City have no way out or a future!"

"You want us to be bad guys?" Master Huang sneered, "If I wanted to be bad guys, I would have changed my prefixes back then. Not to mention that I could become a big talker. Being a double-headed stick is worse than just sitting here.

Awesome! If you don’t believe it, ask all the masters here, who didn’t receive an invitation from the big guy with the prefix?”

"I know that all the masters were great people back then, and I don't mean to ask you to be bad guys. What I mean is that good people have no way out, but it doesn't mean that we should be bad people."

"Good guys and bad guys can't do anything, so what should we do, be ghosts?"

"We can still be mediocre people! We are between good people and bad people. Even Confucius and Mencius said that the golden mean is the correct way to live in the world." Zhang Jin said, "Our doing this business actually has a negative impact on Chengzhai's people."

It is also beneficial for ordinary people. It allows the criminals who have been exiled here to make money and vent their anger. Prisoners treat prisoners, whether they are dead or injured, it is regarded as eliminating harm for the people. This kind of people are spared.

Endangering others in the walled city."

After saying that, he looked around and said to himself that such a good ladder has been given to you, so just follow it down. Isn't it interesting to put yourself on the high platform of benevolence, righteousness and morality? After singing on the stage for so many years, it's time to come down.

Take a rest.

It was Uncle Gen and Old Ghost Ye who could see clearly that these old guys in the ring were just a bunch of fake high-minded people. Even if they were really high-minded back then, after so many years of beatings, they should recognize the truth of life and compromise with it.

It's just that no one has given them a step up the ladder. Due to face, they will not step down on their own initiative.

What he said is right, even if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about your descendants. There are still only a few saints who really don't recognize their relatives. At least those who can be reduced to the Kowloon Walled City are basically impossible to be saints.

The hall was very quiet. The masters either communicated with each other with their eyes or lowered their heads to drink tea and meditate. No one spoke.

No one wants to be the first one out.

A vague sigh sounded, and Master Luo, who was sitting at the head, slowly said: "This matter... I agree." He looked at the others, "What do you mean?"

"Since Master Luo agrees, then I have no objection."

"I support Master Luo..."

"...It's really time to think about the future generations."

"..."

Seeing all the masters nodding their heads, Luo Hao couldn't help but feel happy on his face.

Luo Zhengying looked at his son and shook his head secretly. After practicing martial arts for so many years, he is still so uncontrollable. Whatever, my heart is not here, so I will let you out.