I open a martial arts gym in Meiman

The door of Bayu Hot Pot Restaurant was closed by Zhong Qiang. He pulled Huang Wen and walked in with a somewhat excited look. Uncle Zhong who came out with the casserole was stunned for a moment.

"What are you so happy about? Xiaoqian, are you really planning to pass on your family martial arts to Xiaoqiang?" Uncle Zhong put down the casserole and shook his head, "Uncle Zhong advises you, either find someone with better qualifications.

The descendants of the family should either record the boxing skills to prevent them from being lost..."

"Dad, what you said is that you are my biological father?" Zhong Qiang curled his lips unhappily, "What do you mean, my qualifications are not good?"

"Tch! I don't know about you yet. At that time, you peeped at Brother Wen's martial arts practice. When you came back and stood on the horse for ten minutes, you were paralyzed from exhaustion..." Uncle Zhong couldn't help laughing and started talking about Zhong Qiang's embarrassing things, "

It doesn’t matter if I’m exhausted and paralyzed, I can’t even walk the next day… Ugh!”

As soon as Uncle Zhong finished speaking, Zhong Qiang covered his mouth. Zhong Qiang smiled awkwardly and said, "Brother, let's drink porridge, drink porridge!"

"Drinking seafood porridge early in the morning?" Huang Wen couldn't help laughing as he smelled the strong smell of seafood, "Has Uncle Zhong boiled eggs? It's best to eat some eggs when you get up in the morning. It's good for your body."

"Such a delicious porridge, and you want more eggs." Uncle Zhong gave Huang an annoyed look, "But I did boil a few eggs, and I'll bring them to you."

"Hehe, my dad did it on purpose..." When Uncle Zhong went to the kitchen, Zhong Qiang lowered his voice, "When I said I was going to call you, I saw him specially boiled eggs... Oops!"

With a "pop!", Zhong Qiang's head was lightly tapped. Uncle Zhong put the cooked eggs on the table and said, "Here, eat it!"

"Don't be angry, dad, we have good news for you!" Zhong Qiang quickly stood up and helped serve the porridge, with a bright smile on his face.

"Good news? What good news?" Uncle Zhong saw that the smiles on Zhong Qiang and Huang Wen's faces did not look like they were fake, and he looked at them seriously and asked.

"Brother Wen has already taken revenge!" Zhong Qiang placed the first bowl of porridge in front of Uncle Zhong and said with a smile.

"Revenge?" Uncle Zhong couldn't help but was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Huang Wen subconsciously. You know, Huang Wen just said yesterday that he wanted to seek revenge from the Gelian Gang. How come he had already finished his revenge when he got up this morning?

"It's true. I went to the Gelian Gang last night." Huang Wen nodded calmly, "I killed all the senior members of the Gelian Gang who were involved in my father's death. The Gelian Gang has been destroyed.

.”

"There is also a mutant!" Zhong Qiang added excitedly, "Brother Wen was injured by him, but Brother Wen still won!"

"Are you injured? It's nothing serious, right?" Uncle Zhong didn't bother to pay attention to the mutants. He just looked at Huang with some worry and asked, "Did you leave any traces?"

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhong. Everyone who has seen me is dead, and there are no cameras to capture my appearance." Huang Wen smiled and shook his head, "In this way, my father's revenge has been avenged. I

I’m going to rest for a few days, recuperate, and then think of ways to develop the martial arts gym, so..."

Huang Wen looked at Zhong Qiang and looked at Uncle Zhong with a smile. The meaning was self-evident. He had already dealt with the Gelian Gang. When he recovered from his injuries, should he ask Zhong Qiang to help him?

When Uncle Zhong heard that Huang Wen had taken revenge, he didn't care at all how many people Huang Wen had killed. He came to the United States to make a living. When he was young, he saw a lot of fighting and killing. He knew that Huang Wen had avenged Huang Hong.

, I am very happy, and the stone in my heart has finally been let go.

As for whether Huang Wen's affairs would be exposed, Uncle Zhong was not worried. If anyone dared to come to Chinatown to investigate Huang Wen, he would dare to bring everyone in Chinatown to give Huang Wen an alibi.

Besides, Uncle Zhong knows some of Huang Wen's skills and believes that he can deal with the Gelian Gang by himself after being prepared. Who in the normal world would believe that Huang Wen can destroy a gang by himself?

"Xiao Qiang, how long do you have until you start your internship?" After feeling relieved, Uncle Zhong looked at Zhong Qiang. As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors, especially in a foreign country. Huang Wen and Zhong Qiang can be regarded as brothers.

Yes, naturally we should support each other.

"The class will be over in about half a month." Zhong Qiang thought about the class schedule and couldn't help scratching his head, "Dad, you don't want me to come back to help, do you?"

"Go to your brother's place to help. When you have nothing to do, you can also exercise." Uncle Zhong glared at Zhong Qiang, "Look at your brother's physique, look at your thin arms and legs, dad doesn't

I beg you to develop such great skills as you, Brother Wen, it would be nice to be stronger!"

"Go ask Brother for help?" Zhong Qiang's eyes lit up. He thought of what Huang Wen had just said to him at the Wing Chun Martial Arts School. He quickly smiled and said, "Ask Brother, do you have any plans? I'll help you with your staff.

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"I don't have to ask for salary or anything, but you can't delay the martial arts passed down from your family any longer. You have to teach me how to defend yourself with two hands, right?"

"Don't worry, whether it's salary or martial arts, you are indispensable." Huang Wen smiled and shook his head, "Salary is a sweet thing, but practicing martial arts is a pain. You have to be prepared!"

"Then let me ask you, brother, do you have any plans?" Zhong Qiang rolled his eyes, "What do you think of the simple tricks and hierarchy I told you before?"

"I think it's okay, but it's not attractive enough." Huang Wen thought for a moment, "I can indeed divide Wing Chun into six categories: apprentice level, entry level, proficiency level, proficiency level, master level, and grand master level.

levels, and then teach Wing Chun moves of different difficulty at each level.”

"However, even if we do this, it will not be enough to get the name of our Wing Chun Martial Arts School out, because in this way, there will be no difference between our Wing Chun Martial Arts School and normal karate dojos and other places, and there will not be enough awareness for the audience.

Attraction.”

"Yes." Zhong Qiang nodded and thought about it, "Publicity is indeed a very important point. Just relying on flyers and TV newspapers is not enough to make people understand the Wing Chun martial arts school, and these propagandas are all

Need funds..."

"I have a simple idea, hype." Huang Wen looked at Zhong Qiang and laughed, "You said, we invite TV stations and newspapers to promote it, and then let a champion of mixed martial arts or free fighting like UFC fight with me.

If we win, will it attract many people to our martial arts gym?"

"Fighting champion?" Zhong Qiang's eyes lit up. He didn't even ask Huang Wen if he could beat the fighting champion. He was joking. Not even mutants were his opponents. He was a mere ordinary fighting champion.

Brother, beating him is not a matter of minutes?