"Logically speaking, I should be called Master Zhang, but I'm used to calling him Teacher Zhang." Bai Jie said disapprovingly, not thinking there was anything wrong with Zhang Weidong being a generation above her.
"Call him Teacher Zhang? No, right? Did he teach you martial arts?" The woman in red opened her eyes wide and pointed at Zhang Weidong with a look of disbelief.
Although the others didn't say anything, the surprised expressions on their faces showed that they didn't believe that such a gentle and fair young man like Zhang Weidong could be a martial arts master.
"Does it mean someone who teaches martial arts must be called a teacher?" Bai Jie glanced at the woman in red and said.
"Of course not, but this is a martial arts competition. This teacher, master, uncle, etc. are not just called casually." The woman in red said, the look of surprise on her face was much less. Obviously in her opinion
, no matter what kind of teacher Zhang Weidong is, he should not be a martial arts teacher anyway.
"Ah, I didn't expect this. But I don't know whether Mr. Zhang's martial arts is great or not, but his medical skills are first-rate and he has given me a lot of advice, so he is one of my teachers in medicine."
Bai Jie said.
As written in martial arts novels, in reality there are also martial arts families of traditional Chinese medicine who are famous for their medical skills. Tan Zhengming once visited many martial arts families of traditional Chinese medicine for Tan Yongqian's sake. These traditional Chinese medicine families in the martial arts often rejuvenate because of their skilled hands.
Their abilities are more or less favored by people in the martial arts, so their status in the martial arts is generally more aloof and more respected. As for the strength of their martial arts, it has become secondary, and no one even pays attention to whether they can do it or not.
Know martial arts.
The young people at the wine table were all descendants of martial arts families or sects, and they knew more or less about this matter. After hearing what Bai Jie said, they all suddenly understood and thought that Zhang Weidong was born in a family of traditional Chinese medicine and had a transcendent status.
So even Zheng Changming calls him Junior Brother Zhang. As for Bai Jie saying that his medical skills are first-rate, most people think it is just a compliment, but few take it seriously. Even if they take it seriously, this is first-rate.
How powerful can it be if it comes from a young doctor like Bai Jie. Of course, if these words were spoken by an old Chinese doctor, the weight would definitely be different.
"It turns out that Zhang..." The woman in red opened her mouth and was a little confused about how to call Zhang Weidong. She called her Uncle Zhang. She felt that Zhang Weidong was only as old as her, and young people couldn't pull it off. Besides, the two families had no connection, so there was no need.
She is so serious, why not call her Teacher Zhang? She has never learned medical skills from him. Of course, according to the woman in red, it is best to call her by her first name, but after all, she still has some concerns about the martial arts rules. After all, Zheng Changming, a member of the organizer of the conference, is called Junior Brother Zhang.
Yes, she was calling her name carelessly for a junior, which was a little unreasonable.
"We are all young people, so don't be so particular. Just call me Wei Dong. If you really want to be particular, I won't sit here, right?" Zhang Weidong saw the woman in red in trouble and said with a smile.
Young people have a good reputation, especially those who practice martial arts. They are a bit competitive. Most of the people here are actually older than Zhang Weidong. It is really difficult for them to call Zhang Weidong uncle. But they are also a little scared.
Afterwards, the elders at home or in the family blamed them for not knowing the rules, so they were almost at odds with the woman in red and didn't know how to address Zhang Weidong. However, Zhang Weidong's words hit their mark, and everyone burst into applause.
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One of the men, with a gold necklace weighing half a kilogram around his neck and shining brightly under the light, patted the table and said, "That's a good thing to say. However, you are still the senior one on this table. I think we are all the same."
Let me call you Brother Dong, except of course Bai Jie."
The suggestion of the man with the gold necklace was unanimously supported by everyone. Obviously, these young people did not dare to be too imprudent because they were from martial arts families or sects.
Zhang Weidong felt that the title Dong Ge was more affectionate and liked him, so he did not refuse, smiled and nodded and said: "Then I am not being modest."
"What are you being modest about? If you are really humble, we will send you to another table and become an uncle." The woman in red gave Zhang Weidong a white look and said.
Zhang Weidong was just about to say that I'm not going, but several young people sitting opposite him had already stood up and said behind him: "Senior Chu, hello, Senior Tan."
Zhang Weidong didn't need to look back to know that Chu Jianxuan and Tan Zhengming were here. He couldn't help but have a headache. He thought that it was not easy for him to get along with the people at this table, but he didn't expect that these two old men were here to join in the fun.
"Weidong, why don't you sit here? Sit at our table." Tan Zhengming patted Zhang Weidong on the shoulder and said.
Since it is a martial arts conference, the seating arrangement must be particular. Martial arts seniors such as Chu Jianxuan, leaders or representatives of major sects such as Zhang Ziyou, or representatives of one martial arts force such as Liu Guangpeng must be present.
Those who want to sit at the table are martial arts figures such as Lu Xiaofeng and Bai Yuanbo who are placed in the middle position, while young juniors such as Bai Jie are definitely placed further back.
Martial arts people are more particular about the rules in these scenes. Although Tan Zhengming and Chu Jianxuan have no objection to Liu Guangpeng and others interacting with Zhang Weidong as equals, only they themselves know that deep down they still care about it. For no other reason than Zhang Weidong and Zhang Weidong
Although they are brothers, they are actually masters and disciples. They are just from different sects from Liu Guangpeng and others, but their families are not very serious.
Now, Zhang Weidong, who was their master and disciple, sat at the table of the young juniors. The two old men couldn't stand it, so they came together to invite Zhang Weidong.
Everyone was shocked when they saw that two white-haired martial arts seniors had specially invited Zhang Weidong to sit at their table. They knew that Zhang Weidong had a transcendent status, so even Zheng Changming wanted to call him junior brother, but they didn't expect
But even two martial arts seniors in their 70s and 80s came to invite him.
Zhang Weidong was also frightened. Almost all of the people sitting at the same table with Chu Jianxuan and the others were old men in their seventies or eighties. As a young man, he went over to join them at the table. What was the point of eating? If this was the case, he might as well stay there.
At Wuzhou University!
"Brother, Senior Brother Chu, that's not necessary." Zhang Weidong said with a bitter look on his face.
Seeing that Zhang Weidong actually called two martial arts seniors eldest brother and senior brother, everyone except Bai Jie trembled violently, and then stared at Zhang Weidong like a monster.
"Senior Brother Chu and I are sitting at the table, and you are sitting here. What do people think?" Tan Zhengming persuaded with kind words. Tan Zhengming did not dare to lose his temper with his younger brother Zhang Weidong. If it were Tan Yongqian, he would have exploded long ago.
Li Sibu. Of course, if it were Tan Yongqian, he wouldn't have to come here to persuade him.
"There's nothing good to see or not, why don't we just have a meal? Besides, look at the people at your table. Can I, a young man, chat with me sitting there? It's better here. Everyone is young and it's lively.
Yes." Zhang Weidong also persuaded him kindly.
Tan Zhengming and Chu Jianxuan turned around and looked at their table. They found that their table was basically filled with old guys with gray hair. They couldn't help but look at each other with a helpless smile on their faces. They had already reached their minds. Since Zhang Weidong didn't
It's hard for them to persist even if they want to.
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