Early the next morning, after Han Dong got up, he did some morning exercises by himself and then went to the inner room of Baozhilin for breakfast around 7 o'clock.

Huang Feihong got along well with his disciples. Except for Lin Shirong, who made a living by selling pork and had his own 'industry', his disciples ate with him every day when eating.

Breakfast was still prepared by Thirteenth Aunt. Following the usual practice, the disciples served Huang Feihong the meal first, and only started to use chopsticks after Huang Feihong started eating.

While eating, Han Dong noticed that something was strange about the atmosphere. He looked around and towards Huang Feihong.

At this glance, I realized that there was something wrong with Huang Feihong's expression.

In the past, he looked calm and natural, but today, Huang Feihong seemed a little embarrassed.

Han Dong was surprised.

Aunt Thirteen on the side changed from her normal state and became expressionless, which was very different from her usual smiling appearance.

What's wrong, is this?

In the past, Aunt Thirteen was very active, but today she was uncharacteristically sullen. This was not the Aunt Thirteen in Han Dong's impression.

Huang Feihong's expression was even weirder. He seemed a little sorry for Aunt Thirteen, but he still had to work hard to maintain his reputation as a master in front of the disciples.

That looks so hard!

Han Dong secretly thought.

After thinking about it, Han Dong suddenly remembered a small plot in the movie.

I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but it seems that one night, Thirteenth Aunt confessed her love to Huang Feihong, but Huang Feihong insisted on the ethics of seniority, which made Thirteenth Aunt unhappy and later caused Huang Feihong a lot of embarrassment.

"hey-hey"

Han Dong smiled secretly.

The other disciples obviously also noticed that the breakfast was inexplicably awkward and uneasy.

Ling Yunkai, who was usually the most obedient and timid, did not dare to speak at this time, and kept his head down just focused on cooking.

Su, who was stammering and gnashing his teeth, was rather curious, and glanced here and there, but after being glared at by Huang Feihong, he lowered his head and ate without saying a word.

After dinner, Yaca Su, Ling Yunkai and other disciples went to do their own things. Han Dong was about to go back to practice boxing, but Huang Feihong stopped him.

"A Dong!"

"It's not an option for you to practice boxing at the gate of Baozhilin these past few months. To practice martial arts, you need to relax and not be too tight. Come with me for a walk today!"

"Yes, Master!"

Han Dong replied, secretly thinking that Huang Feihong was uncomfortable staying at home, so he wanted to take him out to relax?

After changing their clothes, they followed Huang Feihong, the master and apprentice went shopping together for the first time in Foshan City.

Although Huang Feihong is still dressed in a long gown today, he is wearing a pair of brown sunglasses, a Western flat-top prototype hat on his head, and holding an umbrella.

It looks like he not only has the swagger of a traditional martial artist, but also has a bit of the elegance of a Western scholar. He is so handsome!

The two were strolling on the street, chatting from time to time, and seemed quite harmonious.

To Han Dong, although Huang Feihong was still a master, he was not as showy and reprimanded as he was to Lin Shirong and other apprentices.

On the contrary, he seemed to be both a teacher and a friend, chatting with me one by one.

On the way, they passed by a teahouse, and Huang Feihong motioned to go up to drink tea. The two went up to the second floor, sat down by the window, ordered a pot of tea, and chatted while drinking.

After a while, shouts came from the street downstairs.

"Meet the God of Wealth, meet the God of Wealth!"

Han Dong looked out the window.

On the street, more than a dozen people were rushing towards the tea house, all with fierce looks on their faces, and from time to time they pushed away pedestrians who were blocking the way.

The leader, wearing short black clothes, led the way, walking in the middle of the street, striding forward with his feet, swinging his hands back and forth in an exaggerated manner, looking around, looking arrogant and domineering.

Han Dong took a closer look and felt happy!

This is not A Hong, the Shahe Gang boss who was beaten to the point where his parents didn’t recognize him yesterday!

Han Dong didn't know the people around him, but they looked familiar to him. It must have been yesterday that the Shahe gang members who were beaten to the point of crying were all the others.

I didn’t expect these people to be so dedicated. They were beaten so miserably yesterday, and today they come out to collect protection fees for their business!

A Hong and others came out to collect protection money.

Of course, a good man on the road will not go to farming, let alone do serious business, and he does not like to work hard to make money.

But a good man also has to make a living!

When we arrived at the bottom of the teahouse, a group of people rushed in ferociously, shouting "take the God of Wealth" constantly.

Soon, there was a "crackling" sound of tables and chairs being knocked downstairs!

Soon, a group of tyrannical villains rushed to the second floor.

Huang Feihong frowned, but he didn't know the situation, so he didn't take any action. He just observed in secret without saying a word.

Han Dong naturally knew what was going on, but he was too lazy to start with this.

As soon as this group of people went upstairs, they immediately started shouting and drinking, and while chasing the guests who were drinking tea in the teahouse, they gathered together around the teahouse owner and shopkeeper who wore glasses, a melon skin hat on his head, and a mandarin jacket.

A table was vacated, and Ah Hong sat down next to him with great dignity, looking calm and full of momentum.

The shopkeeper nodded and bowed around A Hong and said:

"Uncle, we have bought the God of Wealth, we have bought the God of Wealth!"

With a hat covering his face and Huang Feihong wearing sunglasses, no one recognized him.

Not many people have met Han Dong, and obviously no one here knows him.

The people in the Shahe Gang were all focused on the shopkeeper, or the money to 'buy the God of Wealth', so naturally they didn't notice Han Dong.

A Hong turned his back to the window and did not see Han Dong. When he heard the shopkeeper said that he had bought the God of Wealth, he tilted his head, rolled his eyes, slammed the table with his hand, and shouted:

"Have you ever bought my God of Wealth? The one you bought before is now under the well. Do you want to see him?"

After saying that, he turned his back and ignored the shopkeeper.

The gang members nearby immediately shouted:

"Buy more, hurry up, get the money!"

While shouting, he pushed and pushed the shopkeeper to get money.

The shopkeeper had no choice but to take the money at the counter and muttered:

"I gave it to him, but I don't know if the one in front of me will come back to collect it again!"

Han Dong found it interesting. Is this the ancient underworld that grabbed territory and collected protection fees?

Obviously, the owner of this teahouse used to pay protection fees to other people. It is estimated that the local people who collect protection fees were defeated by the Shahe Gang, so now it is the Shahe Gang who collects them.

The shopkeeper was worried about the money, picking at it and searching for it slowly. Ah Hong was impatient with the wait, so he walked to the counter and saw that he was still taking money out of the cash box slowly, so he grabbed the cash box.

The shopkeeper was so anxious that he stopped Ah Hong and said hurriedly:

"Uncle, if you want to take it, don't take it all. It's good to leave some luck!"

The good man A Hong naturally did not accept this trick and said fiercely:

"You want the lottery, but I don't want the lottery? Bring it!"
Chapter completed!