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"You have a solution?" Uncle Deng looked surprised, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were crowded together.

Lin Yue leaned over and said a few words.

Uncle Deng was stunned for a moment, with deep suspicion in his eyes, as if he couldn't understand what he was doing.

Lin Yue said: "Don't ask why, just say whether you can help me."

Uncle Deng thought for a while, nodded, and ordered the young man standing beside him to do what Lin Yue said.

...

The hall is resplendent and resplendent, with fruity, sandalwood, and feminine fragrances.

Girls in cheongsams are sitting in the arms of men, leaning against window rails and door frames, shaking round fans lightly, or holding wine glasses to get drunk.

There are no women around the chief, but there are some fruit plates, the fruits are green and red, the wine in the cup is clear, and the tea soup is bright. An old man with bright eyes sat on the chief seat, and on both sides were Mr. Fu, Commissioner Xiong, Chairman Dai of the Guangzhou Ching Wu Association, and other well-known figures in the Guoshu circles of Guangdong and Guangxi.

"In my life, I have only achieved three things. I merged Xingyimen and Baguamen, took over my elder brother's class, and took charge of the Chinese Warrior Association. The sect joined, and finally turned into a northern boxer and went south to pass on his skills."

"In the eighteenth year of the Republic of China, the Liangguang Guoshu Museum was established, and the five tigers went to the south of the Yangtze River. Mr. Li Renchao and I negotiated in this golden building. I am old, and the newcomer is about to come out. My retirement ceremony was held once in the north. Today The invitation to the Mongolian Martial Arts Association will be held here again, because I want to say goodbye to the old buddies and old comrades present here."

"It was my big apprentice Ma San who helped me in the Northeast. He took over my class. You all have to take care of me."

Behind Gong Baosen, the young man with an arrogant look glanced at the southern boxers present, and his eyes looked contemptuous, or disdainful, because compared with the Chinese Samurai Association in the north, although there are many branches of the Jingwu Association, in terms of relationship, It is a mess of scattered sand, and it is not an exaggeration to act independently.

What is the northern boxer doing now? To resist Japan and save the country, the heart is in China. And what about Southern boxers? Greedy for ease, the years are quiet and good, the Jingwu Association has seriously deviated from the original intention of Huo Yuanjia and Huo Daxia, and has become an organization similar to a chamber of commerce, and more people in it are doing martial arts as a business.

"Originally, there was one last thing I wanted to do, which was to spread southern boxing to the north. Unfortunately, I don't have time. In the retirement ceremony here, the person who joined me at the retirement ceremony here, I think is a southern boxer."

"Of course everyone needs to approve it. Let's pick one."

After Gong Baosen finished speaking, there was a lot of discussion below.

Different from the New Year's banquet, in addition to the local martial arts masters and sect masters in Foshan, leading figures in the martial arts world in Guangzhou also came, and representatives of several boxers from Guangxi also came, plus people brought by Kung Pao-sen from the north , the scale is unprecedented.

What Gong Baosen said was very straightforward. In the northern martial arts circle, his apprentice Ma San took over his class. Who will take the lead in the southern martial arts circle? Can you find a rising star who can go hand in hand with a master like him?

To say that it is supporting newcomers is, to some extent, an afternoon.

President Li, who was sitting next to the chief, glanced behind him, and the officer of the Foshan Jingwu Association shook his head, meaning that no one had come yet.

At noon Huang Yiping went to Fenjin Hall to invite people. Lin Yue's answer was that he would definitely attend. But now that the banquet was open and Gong Baosen had finished speaking, Lin Yue hadn't arrived yet.

What happened?

"Ye Wen is in the smoking hall next door. Do you want to send someone to invite him to the Golden Tower? Let's go through this first." Huang Yiping, who was sitting next to him, said in a low voice.

President Li frowned. Lin Yue didn't know why he didn't come. It seemed that the only way to go was to invite Ye Wen. In fact, he didn't want to use Ye Wen from the bottom of his heart. In the grand event of the world, whoever joins hands with Gong Baosen means to become famous and gain both fame and fortune. Actually? That person took responsibility from Kung Pao Mori.

Taking a step back, regardless of Ip Man's personality, he with his family and ancestral business is far less suitable to partner with Gong Baosen than the relatively young Lin Yue.

Chairman Li didn't answer Huang Yiping immediately, and exchanged a few words with Mr. Fu who was sitting first, and told Huang Yiping to be safe and don't be impatient, unless Gong Baosen asked them to give a suitable candidate immediately, or wait to find out where Lin Yue is. It's better to make a choice after what happens.

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard commotion at the entrance of the hall, and a person walked in with a tray.

Huang Yiping looked up and was stunned. He really said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived. One moment he was still wondering why Lin Yue was late, and the next moment he appeared in front of him, but the strange thing is... what kind of behavior is this?

There are eight palm-sized bowls on the tray, and the bowls are filled with golden and translucent soup.

"Mr. Gong came from a long way. You must try the chrysanthemum snake soup from Jinlou. It's not fishy, ​​greasy, or burnt. The heat is just right."

Lin Yue put the bowl on the table, his palm seemed to be forward, but in fact he just touched the edge of the bowl lightly, and the bowl slowly moved in front of Gong Baosen.

Not a drop of soup splashed out, only a wisp of undulating and twisting white smoke was left in the air.

Gong Baosen looked at the snake soup in the bowl, looked up at Lin Yue: "What's your name?"

"It's not important what it's called, but whether the snake soup tastes good or not." Lin Yue waved to the bowl: "Please."

After finishing speaking, he cooked it according to the law, distributed the remaining seven bowls of snake soup to the seniors present, and said: "Seniors, use it slowly." He left with the tray.

Gong Baosen glanced at President Li, but found that the target person was also puzzled.

He didn't ask anything. He picked up the snake soup on the table and put it to his mouth to smell it. He squeezed the handle of the spoon to scoop up a spoonful of soup and put it into his mouth. Then his face changed and became very strange.

Ma San noticed the change in his expression: "Master, is there something wrong with the snake soup?"

After speaking, he looked at President Li with a sullen face.

Gong Baosen raised his hand, interrupting Ma San's questioning.

"Good soup, good soup."

He even said two "good soup".

"I didn't expect the dragon and crouching tiger hidden in the Gonghe Building. It seems that I will gain a lot when I go south this time."

President Li and Huang Yiping naturally didn't know that this was a pun, and thought Gong Baosen was simply praising Lin Yue.

"Mr. Gong, what do you think of the young man who gave the soup just now?"

"Whether it can fit my hand or not, you have to try it." Gong Baosen scooped up two more spoonfuls of soup, and then put the bowl down.

Commissioner Xiong said, "When will Mr. Gong plan to hold the retirement ceremony?"

Gong Baosen thought for a while and said, "Tomorrow."

Commissioner Xiong nodded and said, "Okay."

The people at the table were talking to themselves, and didn't notice Ma San's increasingly gloomy eyes. Just now, he heard the discussion of the two officers of the Foshan Jingwu Association. It seemed that the boy who gave the soup was very famous in the local area.

If he was really a hero, why would he lower himself to be a soup boy? It's simply grandstanding, and only a dirty southerner would use flattery to curry favor with his master.

"Hmph, jumping beam clown."

...

after an hour.

The smoking hall next door to the Golden Building.

At the head of a round table that could seat twelve people, Ye Wen held a cigarette in his hand, frowning tightly and sucking on it.

He usually likes this sip, but at this moment, every sip seems like a bitter medicine.

Wu Zhongsu asked him to meet here, saying that he might need his help tonight.

He didn't dare not listen to what the elder brother said, but after arriving here, he realized that things were not as simple as Wu Zhongsu said.

Lin Yue stood at the round table, with the bead curtain still shaking slightly behind him.

"You already know that."

Ye Wen nodded.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Ye Wen kept silent, because he didn't know what to do. He had persuaded Wu Zhongsu many times to be hostile to Lin Yue, but he didn't care about it.

After the death of master Chen Huashun, his Wing Chun was taught by Wu Zhongsu. They are brothers and half master and apprentice, so even if there is a big difference, he dare not speak harshly to Wu Zhongsu. What happened? The result is today's chaos.

Foshan Wing Chun School has so many people beating one person but it is almost wiped out. As a representative of the Foshan Wing Chun School, should he avenge Wu Zhongsu? If he didn't take revenge, the Foshan Wing Chun School would become a joke. What would those brothers who were abolished masters think of him? Revenge, that is, killing each other, will also be regarded as a joke, and he is not sure that he can beat Lin Yue——because when Wu Zhongsu went to look for him at home, he had an unpleasant incident with Zhang Yongcheng, and after he sent him away, Zhang Yongcheng Warn him not to provoke Lin Yue, because last time in the backyard of Fenjin Hall, Lin Yue saw her appear, and deliberately let him do a trick, and only then did he have a good mood for the next few days.

At this moment, I heard footsteps coming from outside, and the running hall of the Jinlou crashed into the hall. Looking at Lin Yue and Ye Wen, he said: "It's not good, Ma San and the people from the Jingwu Association fought, and he said he would Look for the nameless boy who gave the snake soup, and see what kind of dragon is hiding in his stomach, what kind of tiger is lying down, if he dares to be a turtle, he will beat the members of the Jingwu Association one by one until he begs for mercy."