Chapter 11 Brother Chen, your physical strength is not good enough!

In mid-January, due to the cold air, there was a mist in the morning in Xiangjiang.

60% new basketball shoes, gray and white Li Ning sportswear.

After a week of exercise, I can clearly feel the changes in Chen Changqing's body compared to his weak energy and blood just after he was released from prison.

With a hairband on his forehead, his pale face turned rosy. I don't know if it was an illusion. Chen Changqing, who was only 1.74 meters tall, now looks like 1.75 meters tall?

Under the clothes, after a week of exercise, the muscles that had disappeared for more than a year were revealed again.

They are not muscles trained in the gym. Chen Changqing's muscles are well-defined and as hard as marble to the touch. They don't feel shocking, but they look very strong.

It is no exaggeration to say that one punch with all his strength could send an ordinary person to the hospital.

With the fighting that has been upgraded to the intermediate level, ordinary street gangsters can easily be beaten by ten.

However, being able to make such a huge change in oneself within a week is not something that can be achieved through simple exercise.

For ordinary people to achieve this, it would take at least ten years of persistent training.

The main reason why Chen Changqing was able to achieve such amazing results was because of irregularities.

The basic attributes of nearly two thousand illegal point conversion make Chen Changqing's physical fitness surpass that of normal humans. Even if he does not exercise, under the stimulation of the warm energy in his body, his body will evolve to a level far beyond that of ordinary people.

This is especially true for fighting. Chen Changqing can understand the secrets that take ordinary people more than ten years to understand in a second.

But that doesn't mean that exercise is useless. If he doesn't exercise every morning, it will take at least two or three months for him to digest the power brought by the violation points.

Besides, for Chen Changqing, morning jogging has other benefits.

Neon famous writer Haruki Murakami has the habit of running, and insists that running can make his thinking sharper and create more motivation.

This is also true. Many things that I couldn't figure out in daily life were figured out just by running.

If Chen Changqing only regarded morning running as a form of exercise at first, then now he really likes morning running, but today's morning run is a little different from usual...

Hot and cold alternate, and part of the water vapor condenses into fog.

Fortunately, Tsim Sha Tsui is relatively lively, and even if there is a white fog, the visibility can still be maintained at a few dozen meters.

In front of Chen Changqing, the upper body is wearing a black vest and the lower body is also wearing black shorts. Different from the sportswear worn by Chen Changqing, the black pants worn by the man in front of him look a bit like beach shorts.

He is of average height, probably only 1.6 meters tall.

He has a relatively fat body, somewhat similar to his elder brother Sammo Hung, but compared to his fierceness, the one in front of him has a kind face, and with a string of self-cultivation beads on his hand, he feels like a cheerful Maitreya Buddha.

But as the old saying goes - don't just look at people by their appearance.

Ni Yongxiao always looks elegant and easy-going, but he is actually a poisonous snake. And Han Chen, who looks like Maitreya Buddha in front of him, who would have thought that he would become an unscrupulous tyrant in the future?

Looking at Chen Changqing running towards him, a smile appeared on Han Chen's face, and he greeted warmly:

"Aren, are you running?"

He stopped in a few steps, took out the towel around his neck and wiped his sweat: "Brother Chen? It's been a long time since we last met. We got up so early. Why don't we go for a run and have breakfast together."

Han Chen glanced at Chen Changqing and said happily:

"Okay, it's just a good time to exercise with young people."

At this stage, Han Chen is still relatively simple. Of course, this kind of simplicity needs quotation marks. He can become one of the five big bosses second only to Ni Yongxiao. Under Han Chen's seemingly carefree appearance, there must be something hidden.

A delicate heart.

Ni Yongxiao asked him to give Chen Changqing one million. A normal person's idea is to leave after giving it away. At this stage, Chen Changqing is just a little gangster with no success, and there is no need to attract the attention of a boss of his level.

But Han Chen was different. He was keenly aware that the relationship between Chen Changqing and Ni Yongxiao was unusual.

Of course, it's possible that you guessed wrong.

But the problem is that I have nothing to do recently. Instead of playing mahjong with my wife at home or eating, drinking and having fun with those gangster friends, I might as well get to know this young kid. Maybe he will help me somewhere in the future.

This is where Han Chen is shrewd, and it is precisely because of his ability to plan ahead that he became the new boss of Hong Kong after Ni Yongxiao died.

But it is a pity that although Han Chen became a big boss in the future, he did not learn the lessons of Ni Yongxiao.

Half an hour later, the two stopped at a morning tea shop in Tsim Sha Tsui that Chen Changqing did not often visit.

Handing the towel hanging around his neck to Han Chen, Chen Changqing joked half-jokingly:

"Brother Chen, your physical strength is not good enough."

Han Chen rolled his eyes. He understood what Chen Changqing meant, but he pretended not to understand.

His legs were weak and his head was sweating profusely. He was panting heavily and wiping the big drops of hot sweat on his face: "I'm old, and I can't compare to young people like you."

“That’s why we should exercise more.”

Chen Changqing patted Han Chen on the shoulder, turned around and shouted to the owner of the breakfast shop: "Boss, two bowls of wonton noodles, eight vegetarian buns, a cup of milk, and four eggs."

"Brother Chen knows that you believe in Buddhism. This store uses peanut oil, so you can eat it with confidence."

Han Chen was stunned for a moment. Before, he thought that Chen Changqing chose this store because of his physical strength. Now he realized that it was because he believed in Buddhism, so he specifically found a store that didn't use lard. This made him feel a little sad.

happy.

No matter who you are, it feels good to be cared for by others, but Han Chen still waved his hand:

"Actually, I'm not that particular."

Chen Changqing smiled and said casually: "It's okay, peanut oil is healthy."

Han Chen was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

An hour later, Han Chen walked out of the taxi with a breakfast at the bottom of an old building in Mong Kok.

I ran upstairs in a few steps, and there was a "dang-dang-dang" knock on the door.

The moment the door opened, Mary, who was wearing a pink silk pajamas and exuding a mature and lazy atmosphere, looked at the white sweat stains on Han Chen's neck, and a look of helplessness flashed in her eyes:

"I'm back, why are I sweating so much?"

The warm towel, accompanied by Mary's mature and feminine smell, made Han Chen feel itchy.

But he was so tired from running today that he was too lazy to move a finger and raised the packed breakfast in his hand:

"Running exercise, I brought you breakfast."

Mary rolled her eyes. The charm of a mature woman was fully demonstrated at this moment. Even rolling her eyes gave people a seductive feeling:

"Are you so kind?"

Of course Han Chen was not so kind. He got up early not to run, but to meet new friends.

But men are deceivers. One of the signs of a mature man is that he knows how to make a woman happy:

"You get up so late and don't eat breakfast every day. I feel sorry for you."

Although she knew that bastard Han Chen was lying to her, Mary couldn't help but secretly rejoice: "You have some conscience."

Two vegetarian vegetable buns, one pickle for each person, and a glass of milk, which I don't really like.

Although it was very simple, Mary enjoyed eating it.

A woman is actually very simple. As long as a man treats her well, she can do anything.

Looking at her husband who was twisting his beads on the sofa, Mary asked casually:

"What are you thinking about?"

Han Chen shook his head, thinking about his brief but interesting meeting with Chen Changqing today, he couldn't help but laugh: "Nothing, I met someone this morning, his name is Aren, a very interesting young man."

how to say?

This person is very interesting. I feel somewhat similar to Mr. Ni, but the difference is that this person seems to be more difficult to understand than Mr. Ni?
Chapter completed!