I open a martial arts gym in Meiman

When Huang Wen woke up, it was already the morning of the next day. Huang Wen felt that he was in good spirits, but his body still hurt slightly. Huang Wen looked at it and saw that the bruises were still there, but the color was already dark.

A lot.

As for the injured finger, Huang Wen moved it twice. If he didn't use any force, there would be no problem. However, if he used a little force, he could still feel the pain coming from the bone seam.

At the intersection of Chinatown, a young man carrying a backpack appeared here, with a hint of exhaustion on his face. He took a deep breath, relieved the fatigue in his heart, and walked towards the Wing Chun martial arts gym.

When he saw that the door of the Wing Chun martial arts gym was closed, the young man frowned and murmured in a low voice: "Didn't Dad say that Brother Wen had walked out of the martial arts gym before? Why haven't you returned to your normal schedule?"

This young man was none other than Uncle Zhong's son, and it was Zhong Qiang who Huang Wen wanted him to come to the martial arts school to help.

After Zhong Qiang saw that the Wing Chun martial arts gym was not open, he turned and walked to his Bayu hot pot restaurant. The hot pot restaurant was open. Of course, it was not open for business. Knowing that his son was coming back, Uncle Zhong couldn't wait.

Got up early.

Uncle Zhong even cooked a pot of Chaoshan casserole porridge and waited for his son to come back to drink it while it was hot.

Don’t ask why Bayu hotpot restaurants have Chaoshan casserole porridge. The question is that Chinese cuisine blends with each other and there has long been no regional distinction.

"Dad, I'm back." Zhong Qiang put down his backpack as soon as he entered the door and shouted inside with a smile.

"I'm back, just come back." Uncle Zhong poked his head out of the kitchen, nodded towards Zhong Qiang with red eyes, and had no intention of coming over to hug him. Even though Uncle Zhong has lived in the United States for so many years, he has never raised a child.

Become such a habit.

"Dad, what are you doing? It smells so good!" Zhong Qiang walked up to Uncle Zhong, gave Uncle Zhong a big hug, and asked with a smile.

"I made some porridge for you, okay, okay, come on over, you're smelly, go take a bath and eat." Uncle Zhong was held in Zhong Qiang's arms, with a smile of relief on his lips, but he kept it secret.

Zuo pushed Zhong Qiang in disgust and said.

"Hehe, there's no other way. I left in such a hurry." Zhong Qiang smiled and scratched his head, "I'm going to take a bath first, and I'll call my brother later to see if he's up."

"Okay, we just talked yesterday, so you don't need to persuade him. Brother Wen always has his own opinion." When Huang Wen was mentioned, Uncle Zhong sighed and walked into the kitchen.

"How can you advise me when you encounter this kind of thing?" Zhong Qiang shook his head, turned around, picked up his backpack, and walked up the stairs. Their house was also on the second floor, and it was the same as that of Huang Wenjia's Wing Chun boxing gym.

The layout is pretty much the same.

"It's ridiculous that the American police department hasn't even given an explanation for so many days. But I still have to tell Brother Wen some news."

Not long after, Zhong Qiang took a simple shower, glanced at Uncle Zhong who was still in the kitchen, walked out of the hot pot restaurant, and headed towards the Wing Chun martial arts gym not far away.

"Ask brother! Ask brother, I'm back, are you awake?" Zhong Qiang shouted towards the room where Huang Wen was in front of the Wing Chun martial arts gym.

"Xiao Qiang?" Huang Wen, who was washing up, was stunned for a moment. Zhong Qiang's appearance appeared in his mind, and then a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes.

Although Uncle Zhong said there was no rush to call Zhong Qiang back in advance, he still did so. Fortunately, his revenge had been avenged. Next, he would concentrate on running the martial arts gym.

"Here we come!" Huang Wen wiped his face and shouted outside, then hurried downstairs, opened the door and let Zhong Qiang in, "Why are you back so early?"

"Aren't you afraid that something will happen to you, Brother Wen? I won't have the chance to see you for the last time!" Zhong Qiang punched Huang Wen in the chest and said with a smile, "For the sake of me running back so hard, are you waiting for me when you leave?"

Before, did you pass on your family martial arts to me?"

"Hiss!" Huang Wen sucked in a breath of cold air. Of course, Zhong Qiang's punch didn't have much force, but it hit a bruise just right.

"What's wrong? Brother Wen, I didn't use any strength!" Zhong Qiang quickly retracted his fist and looked at Huang Wen worriedly.

"It's okay. If anything happens to you, I will be fine!" Huang Wen waved his hand and rolled his eyes at Zhong Qiang, "You are the only one who still wants to learn the martial arts passed down by my family? Learn the basics of Wing Chun first!"

The so-called family martial arts is actually a part of Wing Chun that is not passed down to the outside world. After all, Huang Hong only opened a martial arts school for meals, so he must have some reservations about the essence of Wing Chun.

When Huang Hong was teaching Huang Wen, Zhong Qiang secretly saw him. From then on, Zhong Qiang remembered that Huang Wen had a family tradition of martial arts.

"It's boring. Those basic trainings are too tiring." Zhong Qiang curled his lips, "I have to insist on basic skills every day, how can I have so much time? Look at people who teach Taekwondo, Karate, and free fighting. They only need simple training.

Just practice a few tricks two or three times a week."

"Most old Americans don't care whether the boxing skills you teach are powerful or not, or whether they can fight. The main thing is that it is simple and practical, so that they can occasionally defend themselves and use two moves to show off. There is also a so-called hierarchy, so that

They can have the pleasure of upgrading..."

"You did your investigation very clearly!" Huang Wen glanced at Zhong Qiang in surprise, "Why, are you here to help me when you are waiting for the internship? I can't ask for more. It's easy to talk about salary and everything!"

"Brother, you should solve your problem first." Zhong Qiang shrugged and lowered his voice, "I have a classmate who also has a gang at home. According to him, most gangs have real gang members.

A master, one who is far superior to ordinary people..."

"Before I came back, I helped you find out about the Big Brother Company of the Brother Company. He has a mutant under his command, and he seems to be quite strong. The mutant asked me, have you heard of it? His kung fu is much better than yours. You

But be careful, it’s best to wait until the Gelian Gang is alone before taking action..."

"Oh, he is already dead." Huang Wen smiled and spread his hands, "But he is indeed very strong, otherwise he would not have hurt me."

"What?" Zhong Qiang's eyes widened for a moment, then he shrank his neck, looked left and right, and found that no one was coming outside, so he whispered, "Ask brother, has Gelian helped you solve it?

"

"Yes." Huang Wen smiled and nodded, "Everything has been settled. I have avenged dad's revenge. Next, it is time to fulfill his last wish and carry forward our Wing Chun Martial Arts School!"

"How did you..." Zhong Qiang was talking, but suddenly stopped, "Let's go, ask brother, my dad made breakfast and asked me to come over and call you, let's talk while eating!"

"Okay, I happen to be hungry too, let's go." Huang Wen smiled and nodded. He also happened to have some questions about publicity and management that he wanted to ask Zhong Qiang, so he took this opportunity to draw Zhong Qiang to his Yong Qiang.

Come to the Chun Martial Arts School.