I drank this drink with ease.

Most of the dishes on the table are home-cooked dishes, including tofu skin, peanuts, vegetable cold skin, and a big bowl of mung bean soup to relieve the heat.

Zhang Feng ate heartily and chatted with Owner Zhou and the others, just like meeting old friends at a roadside stall, or chatting and reminiscing over old times over wine and food at home. He was really relaxed and comfortable.

The meal lasted until two o'clock in the afternoon.

Because it’s Boss Zhou’s shop, there’s no need to settle accounts.

Wait until you get out the door.

Several people discussed it and found a place to take a bath and play cards.

..

Time passed unconsciously.

The second day, the third day, and up to the seventh day.

Whenever it was almost noon, President Zhou would come to the martial arts hall to chat with Zhang Feng, and then go to Boss Zhou's restaurant to eat.

It's just that I haven't been able to walk there these days.

Instead, President Zhou's child drove a Mercedes and took Zhang Feng and Master Zhou with him.

President Zhou was sitting in the passenger seat.

And when he arrived at the place, President Zhou did not introduce his children.

The four of us went upstairs to eat together.

His children would just eat a little bit downstairs and wait.

While waiting, Mr. Zhou declined all the invitations from his friends to 'play', and waited for Zhang Feng and the four of them to finish their meal, and then drove Zhang Feng and Master Zhou back.

This went on until the afternoon of the ninth day.

Mr. Zhou finished his lunch again and sent off Zhang Feng and Master Zhou.

On the way back home.

Chairman Zhou stretched himself and half lay on the back seat to rest, and said to Mr. Zhou who was concentrating on driving in front of him: "In a few years, I will retire. I am not too busy at this time, so I will come over to make arrangements for you.

.Don’t go anywhere during this period, just follow me.”

"Why not retire?" Mr. Zhou drove the car without turning his head, but his tone was a smile and he joked: "Dad, you are still young, how can you retire? I see..."

"Stop talking." President Zhou sat up, "I was in the association when I was eighteen or nineteen. Now I have been here for more than thirty years, and you can't let me rest? Are you planning to exhaust me to death? I'm tired.

If you kill me, will you enjoy happiness?"

"You see what you said..." Master Zhou stopped the car on the side of the road, parked it, then turned around and replied attentively: "Well... you have been back for so long, and you arranged for me to see Master Zhang off, right?

.You want me to learn from Master Zhang and then let me go to the association and take your place?"

"I will definitely take it." President Zhou took out a cigarette and Young Master Zhou quickly lit it.

"Our family finally supported the association and made so many contributions to the association..."

When President Zhou said this, his eyes became red and his tone became drier.

"I now regard the entire association as my own child. To put it bluntly, I really don't want to hand it over to outsiders."

The words fell.

President Zhou did not continue, but looked out the window and took a puff of cigarette.

When Zhou saw his father in pain, he didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only keep quiet.

After a while, I finished smoking a cigarette.

President Zhou took a breath of light smoke out the window, and then turned to Mr. Zhou,

"Starting from tomorrow, you will follow Master Zhang. I will also pull this old face and beg Master Zhang, let him guide you and teach you. You follow Master Zhang and learn how Master Zhang does things.

Otherwise, with your ability, if you really come to the association and sit in my seat, it will probably take less than three or two days for the people in the association to kick you out..."

President Zhou thought that Master Zhang was not only good at martial arts, but also experienced and decisive. His son could learn a lot.

Moti and Moti seemed to be about the same age, so letting Master Zhang teach his children would definitely get twice the result with half the effort.

same.

Master Zhou's father is, after all, the vice president of the Wushu Association.

Therefore, if Mr. Zhou wants to inherit his father's legacy, he must not only understand martial arts, but also practice martial arts. At least he must have two brushes in his hands.

We can't let anyone come to the Wushu Association in the future to look for trouble. In order to establish his authority in the association as early as possible, Mr. Zhou must have been beaten down by others as soon as he came on the stage with just one or two moves.

If this were the case, it would be a trivial matter for him to lose face, and it would also be a trivial matter to lose the face that the Zhou family had accumulated over a hundred years.

The big thing is that the entire martial arts association has lost face. How can he still have the nerve to continue his father's legacy?

He was immediately kicked out of the house and left.

The same is true.

President Zhou is going to arrange for Young Master Zhou to live with Zhang Feng, and wants Young Master Zhou to learn from Zhang Feng.

There is no need to teach specifically, just like the apprentices in a martial arts gym, just give them some pointers occasionally.

And as time goes by.

the next day.

President Zhou sent Young Master Zhou to the martial arts school. He was afraid that Master Zhang would not agree, so he begged and explained these things.

The summary is that when Zhang Feng is free, he teaches Zhou Shao.

Zhang Feng didn't refuse at all. It was just a trivial matter. It was just a matter of teaching two hands, with a little effort.

Think of it as repaying the kindness of ginseng.

Moti also has a accompanying driver, Da Ben's car.

In the future, it will be much more convenient to go out to find tasks and complete tasks.

But when President Zhou saw Zhang Feng agreeing, he was very happy. He turned to Young Master Zhou and said, 'Follow you Uncle Zhang and practice hard and study hard!'

At the same time, in front of Young Master Zhou, he said to Zhang Feng, 'Master Zhang, if this child is disobedient, you can beat him if you need to!'

At the same time.

After Zhang Feng heard these words, his first reaction was that President Zhou's words were a bit familiar, as if he had heard them somewhere before.

Think about it again.

I vaguely remember that in school, when the parent-teacher conference was over and parents went out to see the teacher, they seemed to say this...

It also ends with this.

It was the seventeenth day after Zhang Feng returned to Ren City.

President Zhou still had some matters to attend to, so he left Ren City and returned to Central City.

Zhang Feng still lives in the martial arts hall, raising bows, refining elixirs, and boxing. In his spare time, he teaches the apprentices in the martial arts hall, as well as Mr. Zhou who comes to report on time every day.

I live a small life every day, have a place to live, and a place to eat, and I save money in my pocket.

Zhang Feng also enjoyed his leisure time and was ready to cultivate his bow and refine medicine.

As for Mr. Zhou, he practices with the students every day, or with his cousin, who is also Boss Zhou's son.

Zhang Feng would teach him occasionally when he was free, and sometimes talk to him about other things.

They usually travel far and wide and talk about all kinds of interesting things.

Mr. Zhou also talked about the fun places in Renshi and the really dark places.

But it was also the night of the seventeenth day, and we were having this conversation in the martial arts gym.

Zhang Feng had heard about a ‘boxing ring’ in the eastern suburbs of Dadong.

That's the territory of 'Brother Qi', and it can also be regarded as a gambling ring.

Not only can you compete there, but you can also place bets, and if you win, you will get a lot of rewards.

When Zhang Feng heard about this, he paid attention and prepared to go and have a look.

Because the ginseng training has been completed, there is only a dozen days of elixir left.

Then it’s time to think about money again.

It's just that now that there is a small driver, you can't take people to kill people and set fires to steal money.

But boxing is fine.

And I still have 40,000 yuan in my hand, so when the time comes, I will be able to suppress it.

Could it be that on the way to making money, he also taught Zhou Shaozhen Kung Fu by words and deeds?

Maybe there will be another mission during the boxing session.

Think about this.
Chapter completed!