"Go and call up the best food and wine in this restaurant, and then go downstairs and ask Master Yan to come up." Jiang Li waved his hand to Ah Fu and said.
"Yes, Master." Ah Fu bowed, turned around and walked down.
"Iron cloth shirt." Jiang Li glanced at Yan Zhendong, who was sitting on the steps and sighing, and took a sip of tea.
After a while, Ah Fu was asked to walk to Yan Zhendong, said something, and then pointed in this direction.
Jiang Li held the tea cup and raised his hand to Yan Zhendong.
"Sir, your wine and food are here." The waiter from the restaurant came up with several people carrying wine and food, and placed them on the table one by one.
"Yes." Jiang Li nodded and waved for them to leave.
After a while, Yan Zhendong, who was a little depressed, walked up to the second floor under the leadership of Ah Fu.
"Master Yan is very skilled in martial arts. Jiang really admires him, please." Jiang Li stood up, hugged Yan Zhendong's fists, and said with a smile.
"You're welcome, please." Yan Zhendong spoke in Shandong dialect and hugged Jiang Li. His eyes fell on the wine and meat on the table, and his throat rolled unconsciously.
"Master Yan must be hungry. Come, these are famous dishes in the restaurant. Master Yan, please." Jiang Li sat down and said to Yan Zhendong with a subtle look.
"Then I'm not welcome." Yan Zhendong clasped his fists at Jiang Li, took the chopsticks and started to do it.
People who practice martial arts have particularly high requirements for food intake. After these ten days, Jiang Li has become very clear, because now, he has no appetite for meat. As long as he does not eat meat for one meal, his stomach will be empty after a while, and his body will be full of food.
I have no energy and feel very uncomfortable.
"Yeah, it's delicious." Yan Zhendong's dark face was dripping with sweat. His hands couldn't stop at all, and he kept picking and picking the food on the table. The food was so oily and fishy that he ate it with his mouth.
"Master Yan, don't worry, these dishes are all yours." Jiang Li said with a smile on his face.
After a long while, a whole table of meat was eaten by Yan Zhendong alone.
"Young Master Jiang is so polite and willing to help. I, Yan Zhendong, am deeply grateful. If you ask me, Yan Zhendong, to do anything, I won't hesitate to say anything." Yan Zhendong wiped his mouth, clasped his fists at Jiang Li, and said loudly.
"No hurry, no rush, come on, Master Yan, have a drink." Jiang Li waved his hand and chuckled, then poured a glass of wine for Yan Zhendong with a flask in his hand.
"Master Yan, I'm very curious. You are from Shandong. Why do you have to travel so far to come to Foshan? Master Yan, your skills should be good in Shandong."
"Oh, it's hard to finish in words." Yan Zhendong held the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, looking lonely and sighing.
"I won't hide it from Mr. Jiang. I committed a crime in Shandong and was hated by the prefect there. I had no choice but to travel across mountains and rivers to Foshan. I originally thought that Foshan was the hometown of martial arts. With my martial arts, how could I sneak out?
Such a name, I didn’t expect it...sigh."
Jiang Li understood in his heart and nodded slightly. It is true that Foshan is the hometown of martial arts. Each of the Ten Tigers of Guangdong has a branch in Foshan. It is true that the people here admire martial arts. Almost everyone respects the masters with superb martial arts.
However, Foshan also has some disadvantages, such as xenophobia. The people here, especially the martial arts masters, are extremely xenophobic. They are basically united in Wuguan Street. If anyone wants to open a martial arts gym, they must obtain the consent of everyone in Wuguan Street. So far,
, these have become an unspoken rule.
It’s not surprising that Yan Zhendong is new here and doesn’t understand the rules. Even if he has money to open a martial arts gym, he can’t accept disciples. Even if he does, he will either be like Liang Kuan in the movie, who is too poor to take the blame, or like Shahe
Help those bullies.
Therefore, Yan Zhendong's fate was already decided the moment he set foot on the land of Foshan City.
In the original work, he wanted to become famous by defeating the famous Huang Feihong in Foshan, but his iron shirt, which he had practiced all his life, was broken by a row of foreign guns, leaving only a sigh and death with hatred.
"Master Yan, you must have been in Foshan for a while, and I think you know this place quite well." Jiang Li poured a glass of wine, smiled calmly, and said,
"Actually, no matter where you are, it has its own set of rules. Either join in or leave. I believe Master Yan knows this in his heart. People can't help themselves in the world."
"Bang." Yan Zhendong took a sip of wine with a depressed expression and sighed repeatedly.
How could he not know this when people are in the world of martial arts? How could he not know this? He suffered so much in Foshan, why didn't he leave?
Because the world is so big, he has nowhere to go. He offended the local officials in Shandong and escaped all the way. He experienced countless things and had deep feelings. In fact, it was the same in that place. For outsiders like him, there was nothing
A few will accept it sincerely.
Originally, he still had expectations for Foshan, the hometown of martial arts, but now his hopes have been shattered and he has no intention of continuing.
So what if I change my place? What difference would it make to this place? I can’t afford to eat or get ahead.
"Master Yan is good at martial arts. It's a pity that he sells martial arts every day to make a living. The world today is turbulent, chaotic, and full of thieves. If you can have a master like Master Yan by your side, then you can have peace of mind." Jiang Li
He raised his glass to Yan Zhendong and said with a slight smile.
"Bang...you mean, you want me, Tiebushan, to be your slave?" Yan Zhendong was furious when he heard this, his face turned red with anger, he slapped his hand on the table, and shouted at Jiang Li fiercely.
"Master, be careful." Ah Fu, who had been standing nearby, was startled and jumped in front of Jiang Li, looking at the furious Yan Zhendong in fear.
Jiang Li's face remained unchanged and his expression was calm. He put down the wine glass in his hand leisurely, took out a handkerchief from his body and wiped his mouth.
"Master Yan, have I ever said that I want you to be my slave?" Jiang Li asked Ah Fu to step back, looked at Yan Zhendong and said,
"I am a businessman and I will not engage in loss-making business. I can help you open a martial arts school in Foshan with money, help you become famous, and let your Yan family's martial arts take root in Foshan and be passed down to generations.
However, there is no free lunch in the world. I get what I pay, and accordingly, you get what you pay, what do you think?"
Jiang Li leaned on the chair, looking as usual, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, looking at Yan Zhendong and speaking slowly.
"Humph." Yan Zhendong snorted coldly and turned away without speaking.
"Master Yan, as a human being, it is better to be more realistic. Look at the beggars all over the street. All of them have sound hands and feet, but they can't even eat. The world is like this. There is nothing you can do."
Jiang Li looked at his back, sneered slightly, and stood up.
"Okay, Master Yan, let's stop here today. You can carefully consider my proposal. This is Ah Fu, my attendant. If you have considered it, you can come to Jiang Mansion to find him."
Jiang Li nodded to Ah Fu and walked downstairs.
Yan Zhendong looked at Jiang Li's back from the window, clenching his hands into fists, clenching his teeth, his eyes struggling, looking at the sumptuous food and wine on the table, and then at the beggar below who was eating and waiting to die, with a painful look on his face.
"Could it be that I, an iron cloth shirt..."
…
"Master, are we leaving like this?" Ah Fu asked Jiang Li on the street.
"Play hard to get, do you understand?" Jiang Li said quietly with his hands behind his back, looking at the bustling scene on the street.
"I don't understand." Ah Fu shook his head, half-understanding.
Jiang Li glanced at him helplessly and sighed, "To put it simply, you are Yan Zhendong now. You are desperate. You only have martial arts skills and you are about to have no food to eat. At this time, there are only two ways in front of you.
Either starve to death, or put down your dignity and take refuge with me, which one do you choose?"
"Of course I chose to join the young master." Ah Fu said without hesitation. He had served Jiang Li since he was a child, so there was no difficulty in making the choice.
"Alas, rotten wood cannot be carved." Jiang Li held his forehead and sighed, shook his head, stopped talking, and walked forward.
"Hey, Master, what do you mean?" Ah Fu chased after him with a confused look on his face.
