Volume Five [Five Generations Are All Tigers in the Same House] NO.11 Troublesome
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In Huang Silang's Maybach, the middle-aged man and Huang Silang were sitting in the back of the car. Huang Silang was thinking about something, his brows tightened, and he looked a little distressed. It was obvious that hundreds of millions of capital were at stake. If he were not careful, his years of hard work would be ruined.
Everything goes down the drain, and sometimes gambling really requires some courage.
The middle-aged man consoled him: "Why are you afraid, young master? If nothing else, with Zhang Bi's skills and the connections of the fourth young master, it is not trivial to defraud a few foreign devils out of their dollars. After all, you can still make money if you lose it.
If an opportunity is missed, it is missed.”
Huang Silang's eyes suddenly became hale and hearty, and he said with a smile: "You're right, I don't have anything to worry about. Huang Chunsheng's youngest son sounds like he has a great reputation, and he's not just waiting for his family to get money and die of old age. If he doesn't work hard,
How can you compete with others?"
The middle-aged man nodded in approval and said: "There are actually not many things that the fourth young master has to worry about now. They are just two things. One is how to bring Holiday retail back to life, and the other is to give Zhang Ben some time to adapt to foreigners' ways of playing."
"That's right. On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, it is said whether it is long or short. If you blink your eyes, maybe it will be there. I did think a little inappropriately."
Huang Silang said.
The middle-aged man chuckled: "This is normal. Anyone who has seen Zhang Bi's fighting power in the Fengcheng War will probably think that such a person must be safe and will not have any worries. But as the saying goes, know yourself and know the enemy. A hundred battles.
Yum, when doing things, you would rather do more calculations than less calculations. Therefore, the young master still needs to use some methods to let him adapt."
"That's true."
"Actually, with his qualifications, he doesn't need to fight too many times. After all, his fight with the Iron-faced Wolf on Sanxing Island shows his strength. In terms of weapons, he is definitely not mediocre. If Xia Zhenzhen had sent him up at that time,
It’s a small flower spear, maybe we can also see how powerful Zhang’s Five Tiger Pure Yang Spear is.”
The middle-aged man squinted his eyes and smiled, but said in his heart: I have never seen the characteristics of this marksmanship in my life, I always have to take a look.
If this gun, sword, and boxing technique has the word "Chun Yang", then the origin is clear. And it is 100% a killing technique, not a routine.
But these days, even if you are the most awesome swordsman in the Warring States Period, I am afraid that you will be choreographed into a dance by women to attract attention.
In the late Spring and Autumn Period, when Wu and Yue were fighting for hegemony, their sword skills with two-handed swords were still very sharp.
Later in development, the two-handed sword withdrew from the stage of history and gradually disappeared, but its purpose of killing enemies with force and sharpness was still passed down. By the end of the Sui Dynasty and the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, due to the influence of hundreds of years on weapons and equipment, the one-handed sword also had many functions.
Strong lethality.
The assassins at that time were still very arrogant, and coupled with the legendary knight-errants who valued kindness over life and death, this kind of swordsmanship was at its peak in the Tang Dynasty.
Later, the term Chunyang Sword Sect emerged, and Lu Dongbin was the founder.
Of course this is false, but it is interesting to hear it as a legend. Strictly speaking, there is only one real Chunyang Sword, and that is the Wudang Chunyang Sword. In fact, in addition to swords, Wudang also has Chunyang Swords. Likewise
It was extremely sharp, but it was a pity that it was lost. What was made later was actually added by the descendants of the Qing Dynasty.
Some people often think, I don’t believe that martial arts killing techniques are stronger than those of today. It will only become stronger and stronger. How can it become weaker and weaker?
In fact, it also depends on the social environment and technological strength at the time.
The bronze sword he held in his hand was heavier and not as heavy as iron, let alone fine steel. The development of armor also followed the changes of the times, becoming more and more sophisticated and tough.
For example, if a Wei soldier holds a heavy sword and wears a sharp sword, he fights Qin soldiers. Generally speaking, the civilian Qin soldiers will most likely be killed head-on. However, later on, Qin soldiers are strong in armor, and Wei Wu soldiers
As the pawn's advantage weakens, it has to choose new techniques to kill the opponent.
This is the upgrade of spears and shields. With this upgrade, important and fatal parts of the human body are increasingly protected, making short-edged weapons much less effective in combat. This is why there are more spearmen than swordsmen.
A warrior holding a sword.
In addition to creating convenience, the most important thing is that on the battlefield, every inch is longer and every inch stronger.
Others will kill people first.
Therefore, only in chaotic times, short-bladed weapons will be developed during a certain period of time. For example, when refugees flee and rebellions arise, then perhaps there will be revolutionary changes in swordsmanship.
But one thing is certain. With the changes of the times, it is absolutely impossible for short-bladed weapons to restore their ancient glory.
Some ancient swordsmanship that can be handed down is definitely a summary of the essence on the battlefield.
Just as Qi Jiguang had a unique summary of marksmanship, ancient generals would also summarize the weapons of a specific era. Whether it can be passed down is another matter.
Zhang's Five Tigers Chunyang Spear, with the word Chunyang in it, must have something to do with Taoism. It is probably that the ancestors have something to do with the Zhang family of Longhu Mountain. After all, the so-called South Zhang Bei Kong, Taoism Zhang Confucianism
Kong has its own characteristics that have been passed down for thousands of years.
"I just don't have a clue at the moment. I can't necessarily find some Federo people to come over and have fun and practice?" Huang Silang was a little troubled and looked at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was distracted for a moment, and then he came to his senses after being asked by Huang Silang, and said quickly: "Actually, the main thing is not the bare hands and weapons, but the horse fight. Zhang Bi fought with Mark, and his foot was extremely stable.
This is a characteristic of the horse's solid steps. In other words, at least he has actually ridden a horse. The question now is whether he can fight on horseback, or whether he can go two laps."
He didn't have much hope for Zhang Bi's horse battle. After all, how could ordinary people ride horses and fight against people? The horse battle of the Fengcheng War started fifteen years ago, and two dragons came out. The first one
It was the first horse fight, and the second one was when a certain family was so shameless that they actually sent people to participate in the horse fight, but the other families didn't send anyone, so they took the lead.
It's a pity that both of these dragons are extremely embarrassing. The first dragon was a little unsteady even after two laps on horseback, and felt shaky when he waved. Finally, he took 50,000 yuan to settle the matter. The second dragon was just disgusting.
One person walked around twice, and then swaggered away with the smallest prize among all the dragon heads, which was 50,000 yuan.
"When I traveled before, I never saw anyone who was good at riding on horseback. I really want to say how powerful I am, but I never saw anyone. I've seen people who can ride horses. There are many on the grassland, and I've seen people who wield sabers.
, the cavalry galloping back and forth is also very majestic, but if you say this is a horse battle, I don't believe it."
The middle-aged man shook his head: "Anyone with good horse fighting skills will be swept away."
"That kid always makes people feel weird. I am also a lunatic. He is a fierce man who was killed in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The Vietnamese prisoners were all shot one by one. How can such a person teach his son well?" Huang Silang was a little funny,
Suddenly he burst out laughing again: "Haha, Huang Chunsheng can teach a son like me. It's not surprising what kind of son Zhang Yaozu can teach, is it?"
The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "I really want to meet Zhang Yaozu for a while. I don't know what the means will be, and whether he will be more powerful than his son."
"That old man's identity is quite unique. He was born as a security guard, worked in a special agent company, and cut off the head of a Japanese soldier during his career. The Three Flying Tigers of North China, this reputation... tsk tsk, even the old man in my family has it.
Eyes of admiration.”
It's just that when Huang Silang spoke, his words were disrespectful. He obviously didn't take his father and grandfather to heart. He was said to be mentally distorted, and he was good at talking and laughing. Say he was able to tolerate it, but Sanxing Island was still romantic.
Suave……
The human heart is the hardest to see through.
"No matter what, the young master always prepares a horse for Zhang Bi." said the middle-aged man.
"Good horses are not cheap either. Don't you know that a good horse is more expensive than a sports car? Horses worth ten million are common, but sports cars worth ten million are not common."
Huang Silang thought for a moment and then said: "Never mind. I'll ask my friends over in Zhejiang to get some horses over first, and then say hello to the Pentium Century Racecourse and let the kid get used to it first."
"I don't know why, but I always have a hunch that that kid is unfathomable."
Huang Silang suddenly narrowed his eyes and said.
The middle-aged man laughed: "The fourth young master is worrying too much. No matter how strong he is, there is always a limit. Can he still block bullets?"
Huang Silang smiled and looked out the car window: "It's really strange. When I first met him, I lost 200,000. I was really unhappy and wanted to kill him. But now I still have to rely on him to make me lose money."
He helped me arouse Phaedrus's thoughts. Do you think there is some kind of providence in this?"
"Young Master, do you believe in God's will?" the middle-aged man suddenly asked.
"Of course I don't believe it. I only believe in strength. If the strength is enough, then everything is enough. If the strength is not enough, just lie down and lie down, but you can't raise your head and grin.".
When Huang Silang said this, his tone was calm and his eyes were flat, but the middle-aged man felt that the resentment and disdain for Huang in his heart could even be said to be a kind of abnormal resentment.
Early the next morning, Huang Silang's friend from Zhejiang pulled 25 horses over in a cart. These horses looked listless, but for Huang Silang, it was better than nothing, and he was not an animal psychologist.
, and also provide psychological counseling to the horse.
As for the horse fight, I was originally planning to lose, but I thought it would be over after just two laps.
Zhang Bi also called him in the morning and asked him how to solve the horse problem. Huang Silang replied that there were twenty-five horses waiting for him to choose, which surprised Zhang Bi.
This made Huang Silang very proud. Although after hanging up the phone, he didn't know why he was so proud.
Some long and short weapons have been prepared for a long time. The Galloping Century Racecourse was built along the coastline of the Zhonghai Sea. There are 7.5 kilometers of coastal roads, 4 kilometers of forest paths, and almost 22.5 kilometers of artificial wilderness routes. It is still quite large.
huge.
The reason why it is so big is because it has not yet been developed. Although the Zhonghai City Government has decided to develop this area in a big way, time is limited after all, and tall buildings cannot be built instantly. Those with a little vision have already enclosed the land here.
You can't do anything just by enclosing the land. You still need people to be willing to live in it when you build a house.
As the saying goes, I would rather have a bed on the west side of the river than a room on the east side of the river, this is the true inner reflection of the locals in Zhonghai City.
So several second-generation ancestors discussed it and thought, damn, we might as well get some land to grow cabbage. Then someone said, let's set up a club.
What kind of club, golf? Bowling? Or something else?
The last thought was to set up a riding club, so the Pentium Century Riding Club was established. At first there were only thirteen people, but later I felt that thirteen didn't sound good, so I roped in two more people.
I just regretted it later because no one expected that this club would be extremely popular and its annual income would be quite high.
"Fourth Young Master Huang, let's give you face. The club is closed today. How about it? Brothers are quite loyal."
In the racecourse of Pentium Century, Huang Silang, a young man with a mustache wearing a black trench coat, holding a pipe in his mouth and talking cheerfully said.
Huang Silang smiled: "Next month on Sanxing Island, I invite you to have fun."
Everyone laughed, and some people's eyes lit up. Compared with the Huang family, there was a huge gap between them. Although Huang Silang was only Huang Chunsheng's youngest son, and he would definitely not inherit much in the future, he belonged to the Huang family after all.
People, and Sanxing Island is not yet where people of their level can sneak in.
To be able to gamble there, you must not only be familiar with the people in each gambling house, but also have a member introducer. Otherwise, in a word, you will have thousands of dollars, no need to talk.
"Four Young Master Huang has brought so many horses here this time. Do you want to train the riders and go to the racecourse to earn some pocket money?"
Someone asked with a smile.
Huang Silang shook his head: "I just brought a friend over today to try the horse."
With that said, he made a phone call: "Come here, it's been agreed."
Then a golf cart slowly drove over. Zhang Bi got out of the car, and Huang Silang took him around the stables. These were the twenty-five newly arrived horses.
"These are the horses, you can try them out."
Huang Silang said.
Zhang Bi walked over, and several workers opened the stable door. Zhang Bi walked to a group of black horses with white spots, put his hands on the horses' backs, and exerted a little force. The horses snorted and became a little anxious.
"This one won't work. I can't bear the strength. Change it to another one."
Zhang Bi said this and seduced a dozen second-generation ancestors who were watching the fun. He thought to himself: What are we doing? Let's test our strength.
Huang Silang, on the other hand, was horrified: Damn, what kind of strange power does this boy have? He couldn't bear the horse he just pressed?
The middle-aged man didn't follow because he didn't like to gather together and watch the excitement.
I just looked around for a moment, and then a truck came over. It was filled with weapons, both long and short, densely packed. The red tassel tassel on a choke gun was still new and the workmanship was good.
He weighed it in his hand and said softly: "The portion is just right."
I took another look and found that there was even a watermelon hammer used in operas. The surface was painted with a layer of copper paint, which was very impressive.
"Wow! There are even boring and rakes. It's really a bunch of weird things." He shook his head, holding a handful of horseshoes in his hand, and exclaimed: "What a good guy, he is actually an expert at making it. These mulberry strips, um,
It is indeed a good thing that has been brewing for a year.”.
He inserted the sharp blade of Ma Shu into the soil and pushed it hard. The whole body of Ma Shu was bent and full of resilience. Then he picked up a Chinese machete and slashed at it. With a bang, the body of Zhe Mu was only hit with teeth.
, although he didn’t exert any force, he still had considerable strength.
After thinking about it for a while, he thought to himself: This is really a masterpiece. These days, there are really masters hiding and playing, hiss... I don't know who it is, I must know it for a while.
For those who can make such a horse, it is not just a livelihood, but a love, and it can even be said to be a legacy.
He glanced at it twice, his eyes couldn't help but like it, but he still put it back. At this time, there was a burst of exclamation in the stable: "Fuck! Mr. Huang, this person you invited is Superman."
!”
"It's fallen, it's fallen! Damn it, this is a horse, not a cat or a dog. How much strength does this take!"
"I've learned a lot! It's really eye-opening..."
"The fourth young master has great powers and has such a capable person under his command."
It doesn't matter if some flattery comes out of the stable, it's normal.
Huang Silang originally said that the man was not one of my men, but when he saw Zhang Bi looking at the horse intently, he felt secretly happy, so he did not refute, but just smiled and said: "China is so big, with 1.3 billion people, one or two people
It's normal for capable people."
The middle-aged people outside were surprised when they heard what they said: This kid has such great wrist and arm strength, it's so scary.
Twenty-five horses went around in a circle, but Zhang Ben was not very satisfied. In terms of load-bearing capacity, these horses were not even as good as Yunnan horses. Although those horses were small, they were hardworking and endured hardships. They walked on the Ancient Tea Horse Road all year round.
Simply the best kind of labor.
It's a pity that what kind of horse does what kind of work. There is no Dawan horse here, let alone the red rabbit among horses. He frowned and said: "They are not very good. These few horses can get by, but I am also afraid of them.
I couldn't bear the strength and was killed by me."
Huang Silang secretly smacked his tongue, but he smiled and said: "Try it first. A good horse cannot be obtained in a short while."
Zhang Ben had no choice but to say: "Then let's try it first."
After saying that, he led the horse directly out.
"Hey, why doesn't he want a saddle?"
Huang Silang was also surprised, but when he saw Zhang Bi leading the horse out, he jumped up with a push of his hands. He looked extremely graceful. At first glance, he looked like a hero filming TV. He landed on the horse's back, relying solely on the strength of his legs.
Clamping, this is where kung fu really matters.
Zhang Bi strengthened his legs and shouted softly. The horse started to trot. As the truck passed by, Zhang Bi picked up the horse's straw and rode out. The middle-aged man was stunned. He was so ungrateful.
The ground was shocked and said: "Fuck!"
With both arms exerted, a wheel flower danced upwards. This scene was really shocking.
The group of people who were just stunned looked at Zhang Ben's back with dumbfounded eyes and were speechless for a long time.
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