Reckless Youth of Delinquency

We stood at the gate of the courtyard and did not disturb these martial artists from boxing at all. They were very serious about each move. Zhao Tiequan stood at the front of the team, looking at these martial artists with bright eyes, and occasionally saying a few boxing proverbs to remind them.

Suddenly a young man walked through the middle of the team. He was thick and stupid. He was Zhao Hongjun.

"Brother Hao, you are here!" Zhao Hongjun stood in front of us panting.

"Well, what did you want us to see?"

"Wait a minute, you'll see it soon." Zhao Hongjun turned around and looked at the martial arts masters filling the yard.

Just then, the sound of ringing a bell rang in the corner of the yard. I saw an old man with gray hair, holding a yellow-orange bell in his right hand, which was ringing continuously. After a few rings, Zhao Tiequan in front of the team said: "Stop!"

Everyone then stood up straight and motionless. Zhao Tiequan ordered again: "Let's eat."

Everyone dispersed and ran towards the corner. There was a big pot standing there, steaming out, and it was hard to see what kind of rice it was. Next to the big pot, there are two bamboo baskets, and inside the bamboo baskets are porcelain bowls and chopsticks. Everyone took their bowls and chopsticks and rushed to the big pot to fill their bowls with rice. It turns out that when Zhao Tiequan accepted a disciple, he also had to take care of their meals. But this shouldn’t be difficult for Zhao Tiequan, right? So I'm still wondering what exactly Zhao Hongjun asked me to see.

I looked at Zhao Hongjun strangely, but Zhao Hongjun's eyes were always fixed on the martial arts masters. The martial arts masters loaded up the rice and went to various corners, gathering in twos and threes to eat. There were also many martial arts masters gathered near us, and only then did I realize that there were two steamed buns in their bowls. A martial artist complained: "Why is it steamed buns again, with pickles!" The martial artist next to him said: "Yes, it has been several days. Is Master in financial difficulty?" A martial artist previously said: " Probably not. Master is so rich, runs so many places on Kaiyuan Road, and also runs a big bar, how can he be short of money?" The latter martial artist threw the bowl and said, "Then we have to eat these, no wonder he ran away Got a lot of senior brothers and sisters!”

I looked at Zhao Hongjun in surprise. Zhao Hongjun clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of stubbornness and humiliation. At this time, there was a sound of arguing in the cauldron. We all looked up and saw the old man in charge of cooking saying: "You have already eaten two steamed buns, you can't ask for any more!" The martial artist in front of the cauldron said angrily: "It's okay to eat steamed buns with pickles, why are you only given two steamed buns now?"

The old man said: "If you don't give it, you won't give it. I don't know why. Just ask Master Zhao!"

But Zhao Tiequan had already entered the house and could not hear the quarrels outside. The martial artist was still unwilling to give up and insisted on making one more steamed bun. Slowly, the whole yard became noisy, accusing the old man of not making more buns. "We are all martial arts practitioners. How can we practice kung fu if we don't have a full meal?" "We cover so many scenes every day and help the master make so much money, why can't we even have a full meal?" "If we continue like this, I won't be able to Not ready to come!”

"What a mess!" Suddenly, there was a loud shout, and the yard immediately became quiet. I saw Peng Jiang standing in the middle, his eyes wide open, obviously furious, and said fiercely: "If you don't want to eat, get out!"

Peng Jiang's prestige was obviously very high. No one dared to speak. They lowered their heads and picked up their bowls silently. For a while, there was only the sound of swallowing. Slowly, someone started chatting quietly. I asked Zhao Hongjun: "What's going on?"

Zhao Hongjun gritted his teeth and said: "Brother Hao, can't you see it? My family's economy is in big trouble, and now we can't even feed our apprentices! I used to have a forest bar in my family to feed these people. It's far from a problem. But now..."

"No." I said doubtfully, "Isn't your dad still managing a lot of entertainment venues? Why...are you so poor?"

"My dad covers those entertainment venues and doesn't charge a penny from them!"

"Why?!" I was shocked. This was something I didn't expect at all.

"My dad said that people who practice martial arts should act chivalrously and not always talk about money. It is our duty to protect the weak and maintain peace. Therefore, the entertainment venues that my house covers are not worth a cent. No money is accepted.”

"This...it's not necessary. I can help people solve their problems and make some money..." I was shocked, I didn't expect it to be like this.

"My dad's ambition is to promote martial arts. It doesn't matter whether he makes money or not, so he always takes money very seriously. My family used to have a forest bar, which is very profitable and can feed hundreds of people every day. Now …”

Miao Wenqing, who was next to him, suddenly asked: "How can you afford to open such a big bar when your family is so poor?"

Zhao Hongjun said: "It was Su Yaming who sponsored my dad, which is equivalent to Su Yaming helping my dad to support these apprentices. Of course, the condition is that when Su Yaming needs my dad, my dad must help. Like what happened to Su Xiaobai that day, My dad had to go. In fact, my dad had done a lot of things like this. He was in pain and felt that he couldn't help himself. But there was no way. He was soft-spoken and short-handed, and he had to do things for others after taking other people's money. "

"But later, in order to apologize, your father gave the bar to me..."

"Yes, on the one hand, my dad wanted to apologize; on the other hand, my dad didn't want to be restrained by Su Yaming anymore, so he gave the bar to you!"

"But if this happens, won't the economy be completely cut off? Why would your father..."

"I've said before, my dad has no idea about money, he just thinks it's enough. After giving the bar to you, he still had some savings on hand. He originally wanted to invest in something, but he lost all his money. Until now We can no longer make ends meet…”

I sighed. I didn't expect Zhao Tiequan to have such a difficult life, which made me feel a lot of guilt.

"What happened between my dad and Black Yama some time ago, do you think my dad doesn't want to take revenge? But he can't afford it! Once the fight starts, it's all money. If you open your eyes, it's money, if you close your eyes, it's still money. Someone is injured and needs to be treated? Someone is injured. Do you want to be buried if you die in battle? Someone is in jail and want to make money. Every move is made of money. Now he can’t even afford food. My dad can’t afford to fight this fight! I have no choice but to endure it..."

As he spoke, Zhao Hongjun's eyes turned red again. He looked up at the sky, as if to prevent tears from flowing down: "There have been many senior brothers and sisters running away in the past few days. At the peak, there were three to four hundred people, but now there are only more than a hundred people left. If this continues, My dad is finished, and my family is finished too..."

"Brother Wang Hao?" Suddenly a rough voice came.

I looked up and saw Zhao Tiequan and Peng Jiang walking together. The martial arts masters squatting next to them all stood up and said hello. Zhao Tiequan waved his hands one by one, and finally came to me and said, "Brother, why are you here?" Then he held my hand and said, "Thank you for what happened that night. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid Peng Jiang would... ...Sigh. I rushed to visit the door in person to say thank you, but I have been too busy these days to get away..."

"You are so busy that you can't get away!" Zhao Hongjun yelled at his father: "You have no money, so I'm sorry to go empty-handed! Dad! Can you not save face and suffer the consequences? To tell you the truth, I gave Hao Hao today I called my brother here because I wanted him to see our family’s plight and see if he could return the Forest Bar to us!”

"Nonsense!" Zhao Tiequan was furious and slapped him in the face.

Zhao Hongjun covered his face and cried, "Why can't you tell us? Our family can't even afford food, why can't we tell you? Brother Hao is a righteous man. As long as we tell him, he will definitely help us!"

"Stop messing around!" Zhao Tiequan slapped him down again and said angrily: "I sent the bar away, how could there be any reason to bring it back? Go home and reflect on it!"

"No, no!" Zhao Hongjun was very stubborn.

Peng Jiang was anxious on the side, but could not persuade the father and son to quarrel. He could only keep saying: "Red Army, please stop talking."

The quarrel between father and son also attracted the attention of other martial arts masters in the courtyard. Everyone stood up one after another, and for a while there were garbled words: "Master really has no money!" "Why do we have to give away such a big bar?" "We can't even afford food, let's go , Alas. Master is a good master, but who doesn’t need to eat..."

Zhao Iron Fist was still beating Zhao Hongjun, and no one dared to come up to dissuade him. Some people even put down their bowls and walked out of the door.

Watching this scene and listening to Zhao Hongjun's cry, I felt so uncomfortable that I almost said "I'll give you back the Forest Bar" on the spot. After all, I still have a sand and gravel plant, so it is not difficult at all financially. But the Forest Bar does not belong to me alone. All the leaders of the Black Tiger Gang have shares, and everyone must agree to give it away.

I called everyone aside and asked, "What do you think?"

Brick said with red eyes: "What are you looking at? Give it back to others. They can't even afford food."

Everyone nodded, they were indeed a bunch of loyal men. I was moved and was about to speak when I heard Miao Wenqing say: "Don't you think they are putting on a show for us?"

"Hey, what are you talking about?!" Brick was the first to be dissatisfied.

"That's right, do you still have any conscience?" Quanhu said angrily.

But no one else said anything, and instead looked into the courtyard. Ye Zhan said: "It's such a well-intentioned scene."

The complaining martial artist, the aggrieved son, the angry father, the anxious Peng Jiang...

Everything is just for us to see. Ever since Zhao Hongjun asked me to come and take a look this morning, the scene has been in full swing.

Zhao Tiequan transferred the Forest Bar to me. How could Zhao Hongjun not know about this important matter? How could other martial artists not know?

Miao Wenqing said leisurely: "Actually, Brother Hao, you have already noticed that they are acting, right?"