I Opened the Martial Arts Hall In Marvel

　　 In the hot pot restaurant, he fell silent for a while, and it took a long time for Uncle Zhong to recover, smiled and shook his head and said: "Okay, let alone this, Zhong Qiang still has two years or so to officially graduate."

"That's really early." Huang Wen smiled and replied, "I remember, Xiaoqiang told me before that he also wants to practice martial arts, otherwise Zhong Bo, I took Xiaoqiang with me in my martial arts gym. , Guarantee that if I have one bite, he will have one bite, how about it?"

　　 "Go to you, your family's savings, it would be nice to get married and have children!" Zhong Bo waved his hand, "Besides, go to you, it's better to stay with me!"

"How can it be the same?" Huang asked as if he had thought of something. "Uncle Zhong, no matter how you say it, it's all in the catering industry. How can I also belong to the culture and sports industry? I remember that Xiaoqiang was studying propaganda and management or something. Right? Isn't it right for me?"

　　 "When he has an internship, go to me and I can give him a certificate..."

"I can't promote my own hot pot restaurant for publicity management?" Zhong Bo glared at Huang and asked, "Let's say, is there something that can be used by our Zhong Qiang? If there is, I will give it to him. Call and let him come and help you!"

"Hey, there are some propaganda matters, and I need to ask Xiaoqiang." Huang asked scratching his head in embarrassment. Jiang was still old and spicy. Unexpectedly, his careful thoughts were immediately seen through by Uncle Zhong. .

"I know! Okay, wait a little later, I'll call Zhong Qiang and tell him, don't expect him to do well!" Zhong Bo nodded and took the vaccination in advance. "Zhong Qiang doesn't have any experience yet, so he will practice his hands with you!"

　　 "Don't worry, Mr. Zhong, I know." Huang Wen hurriedly smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Zhong, when Xiaoqiang comes back, I will invite him to dinner, and Mr. Zhong..."

"What kind of food, what kind of food is better than my hot pot restaurant?" Uncle Zhong glared at Huang and asked, then his complexion eased, "Little question, how are you going to deal with that brother Lian? Help?"

　　 "Naturally, anyone related to my father's death can't be let go!" A trace of killing intent flashed in Huang Wen's eyes. This was affected by the original Huang Wen, which was what Huang Wen originally wanted to do.

　　In the original Huang Wen's plan, when he determined the murderer, even if he died together, he had to avenge his father, but now this hatred can only be accomplished by the brand new Huang Wen!

Uncle Zhong was shocked by the killing intent in Huang Wen's eyes, his heart beat violently, and he recovered for a long time, then he shook his head and said helplessly: "You practice martial arts and encounter things better than ordinary people like us. Come decisively!"

　　 "I once heard Huang Hong say that in ancient times, he practiced martial arts, and he practiced all killing skills, relying on one-handed killing moves to look after the nursing home, making a living and eating, one practice lasted decades..."

　　 "In this way, I really didn't lie to me. I usually see you playing Wing Chun, and I don't see any momentum. I didn't expect it to really burst out, so scary."

"I'm sorry, Uncle Zhong." Huang asked a little embarrassedly scratching his head, "But don't worry, Uncle Zhong, I will never be caught by anyone, so please don't notify Xiaoqiang, wait until I'm done. How about contacting the brothers for help?"

　　 "This..." Uncle Zhong's eyes hesitated. He knew that this was not good, but if something happened to Huang Wen and his son was implicated, wouldn't it be tantamount to pushing himself into the fire pit?

"Little question, you have to remember that you are the only seedling of your Huang family, and you can't lose the fist technique passed down by your family!" Zhong Bo patted Huang Wen's shoulder, "So, you can do everything. Don't be impulsive, you must have complete control before you can do it!"

Uncle Zhong did not persuade Huang Wen to give up his hatred and don't be tough with a gang, because Uncle Zhong already knew that Huang Wen would avenge the Brother Lian Gang anyway. From Huang Wen's eyes, Uncle Zhong would Can feel it.

　　 Therefore, Zhong Bo's heart is both worried and gratified.

　　Worrying is naturally that Huang Wen will be discovered, or that he will die on the road of revenge. It is gratifying that there is hope for Huang Hong's revenge, and Huang Hong has such a vigorous son.

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhong, I know!" Huang Wen nodded confidently, then said with a smile, "Okay, Uncle Zhong, let's have some together. The pot has been boiling for a long time. Please!"

"Please pay for this meal, you didn't pay enough for the last meal!" Zhong Bo laughed to ease the atmosphere, "I tell you, I will keep it in the account! Waiting for you to do it for you Father comes back with revenge, I'll take care of you!"

"Okay! When I come back successfully, Bo Zhong will calculate how much money the boss has, and I will send it to Xiaoqiang's salary!" Huang asked, patted his chest, "How about it? My boss, isn't it interesting? There is still salary during the internship period. Take it!"

"Cut! In the old days, apprentices had to cover board and lodging! How can you do without salary?" Zhong Bo stared at Huang and asked with a smile, "Come, let go of eating, today Uncle Zhong doesn't open the door anymore, just do your business alone!"

After eating this meal for a full hour, Uncle Zhong opened the door of the hot pot restaurant and sent away Huang Wen, without telling him anything. Huang Wen already knew what he wanted to say, and he also knew that Huang Wen knew, but He patted Huang Wen on the shoulder and watched Huang Wen leave the hot pot restaurant.

　　 turned around, Zhong Bo returned to the hot pot restaurant and dialed a phone call.

　　 "Beep! Beep! Beep!"

　　 "Hello? Dad? What's the matter? I'm going back this weekend." A young voice came, causing Zhong Bo's mouth to involuntarily show a trace of relief and happiness.

　　 "Today, Thursday, you try to come back tomorrow night." Zhong Bo looked at the time on the calendar, "Dad missed you, and you ask brother..."

"Ask brother what's wrong?" Zhong Qiang was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly asked, "Ask brother, hasn't he left the martial arts gym? Can't let him stay in the martial arts gym forever, dad, do you find a psychiatrist for it? Ask brother, enlighten him..."

"You asked brother to find the murderer who killed your Uncle Hong." Zhong Bo sighed, "Dad didn't stop him, and there is no reason to stop him, so I asked you to come back early to see if you can see you. Lest..."

"Dad, asking brother is so good, it must be okay!" Zhong Qiang hurriedly comforted, "you know, in high school, what kind of football team, basketball team, are all asking brother's defeated men! Ask brother It must be fine!"

　　 "In this way, Dad, I'm going to ask for a leave, and I will hurry back now. If you hurry, I should be able to return to Chinatown tomorrow morning!"

　　 "Okay, then come back earlier." Bo Zhong nodded, "You shouldn't do it so quickly if you ask me..."