Kung Fu Movie Time Travel

The next morning,

After a simple breakfast, Ye Wen, who had fully recovered, took Liu Nan to Zhou Qingquan's cotton factory.

"Xiao Feng, your medical skills are very good. You made me feel as good as before in just one day!"

Ye Wen smiled and said to Liu Nan as he walked,

Liu Nan laughed and said:

"Uncle Ask, I didn't study medicine in vain these two years!"

"White lie, white lie!"

While answering Ye Wen, Liu Nan secretly said to himself,

Ye Wen nodded and said:

"Xiao Feng, I see that your skills have not fallen behind in the past two years. You seem to have improved. Are you free to help Uncle Wen?"

In fact, as the number one master in Foshan, Ip Man is lonely in the martial arts field because there are not many martial arts masters in Foshan who can take on his moves.

Before, he could still unleash his love for martial arts by driving wooden dummies, but since the fall of Foshan and the Japanese taking over all his properties, making it difficult for his family to even have enough to eat, he has stopped I'm practicing martial arts.

Practicing martial arts requires a lot of physical strength. If you don't even have enough food, how can you still have the physical strength to practice martial arts?

Since Liu Nan bought a lot of meat in the past two days, Ye Wen no longer has to worry about physical strength.

At the same time, he knew that Liu Nan's kung fu was no longer inferior to him when he left Foshan, so he felt itchy and thought of competing.

"Okay, then I'll ask my uncle to give me some advice when you have time!"

Liu Nan agreed without thinking.

It just so happened that he had planned to take the time to compete with Ip Man and let him know his own strength, so that he could dispel some of his concerns in the later stage.

Now that Ye Wen has taken the initiative to bring it up, it would be even better, so how could he refuse?

The two of them were chatting, and before they knew it, they were almost at the entrance of the cotton factory.

At this time, Liu Nan's ears moved slightly and she smiled at Ye Wen:

"Uncle Wen, it seems we have to hurry up. Uncle Qingquan may have encountered some trouble!"

Ye Wen was shocked when he heard this, and quickly shouted to Liu Nan to speed up and rush to the cotton factory.

When he arrived at the gate of the cotton factory, Ye Wen could already hear the quarrels in the factory. While marveling at Liu Nan's hearing, he quickened his pace and ran towards the factory again.

Zhou Qingquan came to the cotton factory early this morning and delivered the last batch of goods ordered from Hong Kong. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Business is hard to do now. In order to support the entire cotton factory workers, he has been racking his brains during this period. He is not yet forty years old and already has a lot of gray hair on his head.

Often when the factory is too busy, he, the boss, rolls up his sleeves and goes to work personally.

In fact, when Foshan fell, he could have sold the factory, packed up all his family property and moved to Hong Kong to develop. With his ability and connections in Hong Kong, he would definitely be able to live a good life.

But he was still worried about the workers who followed him. Once the cotton factory collapsed, these workers would lose their only source of income.

Without this income, with the current prices in Foshan, not only these workers will starve to death, but their parents and children who rely on these workers to live their lives will also starve to death.

This is what he doesn't want to see. As a businessman, he may not have the ability to save the entire Foshan, but to save these workers and their families, maybe he can still give it a try.

At this time, Zhou Qingquan was wearing a suit and adjusting the machines in the cotton factory. A burst of noise suddenly sounded.

"Who's the boss? Come out!"

Zhou Qingquan stood up and turned around to look. A big man with a flat head and a group of people, holding short-handled axes, walked into the factory aggressively.

When encountering a worker blocking the road, he would push him to the ground, looking like he was looking for trouble.

This big brother who took the lead was none other than Jinshan Xun who led a group of northern martial artists to break through Wuguan Street.

Zhou Qingquan saw that the other party was not kind. Although he felt uneasy, he immediately put down the work at hand, stood in front of the workers, and asked politely:

"I'm the boss here, what can I do?"

When Jin Shanxun saw Zhou Qingquan coming forward, he kicked him without saying a word.

Zhou Qingquan is a businessman with no skills. Before he could react, he kicked him firmly in the stomach.

Immediately afterwards, he flew out, hit the cotton pile with a bang, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Most of the people in Zhou Qingquan's cotton factory were older people and women. Seeing how brutal Jin Shan was when he came upon them, they felt both angry and frightened. For a moment, they didn't even dare to step forward.

Seeing that Zhou Qingquan was kicked to the ground and couldn't get up for a while, Jinshan Zhao signaled, and two men immediately walked out from behind him and carried Zhou Qingquan to Jinshan Zhao.

Jin Shanxun leaned down and shouted loudly at Zhou Qingquan, who was still not quite sober:

"I just led someone to steal your goods, and now I'm selling them back to you. Do you have any objections?"

Zhou Qingquan shook his head, cleared his mind, and endured the pain in his abdomen before replying:

"I have no money!"

Jinshan looked for it and immediately punched Zhou Qingquan in the stomach again.

"Don't hit my father!"

At this time, Zhou Qingquan's son Zhou Guangyao finally couldn't help but ran out and made a Wing Chun starting move towards Jinshan Xun.

When Jin Shanxun saw this signature move of Wing Chun, he immediately thought of the man who had made him feel like a lost dog back then, and his anger level instantly filled up.

"Wing Chun, grandma's Wing Chun!"

He touched his head, then knocked away Zhou Guangyao's move, and then slapped Zhou Guangyao to the ground with his backhand.

"Don't hit my son, don't hit my son!"

Zhou Qingquan, who was still able to remain calm, saw that his son was being beaten, and immediately used all his strength to break free from the restraints, and rushed towards Jinshan.

"court death!"

When Jin Shanxun saw Zhou Qingquan rushing toward him, he frowned and punched Zhou Qingquan in the face, preparing to give him a hard blow.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly flew over from behind the crowd and kicked away Jinshan Xun's fist that was aimed at Zhou Qingquan.

Then he caught Zhou Qingquan, who was flying towards him, with one hand, and picked up Zhou Guangyao, who had fallen to the ground, with the other hand. He touched the ground lightly with his toes, and turned his whole body in a circle in the air. After removing his strength, he landed lightly and gathered behind. among workers,

As soon as he landed, Zhou Qingquan immediately rushed to his son's side. After a while of concern and inspection, he breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that he was not injured. He immediately looked up and thanked:

"Thank you sir for helping me!"

"It's me, Wang Xiaofeng. Uncle Qingquan, you're welcome. Uncle Wen will be here soon!"

It turned out that Liu Nan was the one who rescued Zhou Qingquan and his son. When he and Ye Wen arrived, they heard the noise inside. Fearing that someone would be injured, they rushed in faster than Ye Wen.

As soon as Liu Nan finished speaking, he saw Ye Wen rushing in from outside the factory.