Putting aside the details of the commotion outside the venue, the business farewell dinner finally ended in a calm manner, with both guests and hosts happy.
After seeing off the multinational trade group, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, close to eleven o'clock. According to Tang Chao's original plan, he would simply stay here overnight. Tomorrow is Sunday, and the little girl still has a day off, so she can have fun.
Play it and have a happy and complete weekend.
However, things didn't go as expected, and the final result was that Tangdou was picked up by Xie Wei, and he got on the car arranged by the club to return to the city... The plan went wrong on the two suffering brothers.
Of course, if we trace the root cause, the problem is actually in someone's own hands.
Jiuzhou Rise has tried its best to minimize the impact of the incident, including several parties who were informed, such as the two brothers Xie Guangmin and Xie Bin and Xie Zhe, as well as those who were not fully informed later, such as Xie Jianping and his wife and other family members, who should be reminded and signed
They signed a confidentiality agreement, but obviously they are ordinary people, and it is impossible for them not to leak any information.
Take the kidnapping of children as an example, how could Xie Jianping not notify Xie Wei? As for Tangdou's personal safety, even if the dust seems to have settled and the danger has been eliminated, how could Xie Wei be completely relieved?
So, there's nothing to say, let's go back to our homes.
…
The next morning, after a simple wash, I walked into the kitchen and cooked porridge while talking on the phone with Tangdou, who also got up early.
"...What are my plans for today? Let's see. If I have nothing to do, I'll go to the store."
"Oh, the weather forecast says it will rain today. Brother, please remember to bring an umbrella. If I have time in the afternoon, I will go to the store, but first I have to go to the hospital with my aunt..."
"Well, are Xie Bin and the others okay?" Regarding the kidnapping, Xie Wei briefly told the little girl on the way back last night. And if the little girl knows, it naturally means that the Tang Dynasty knows. So, the so-called reminder to keep it secret,
The actual effect is just like that.
"They are fine. After one night of observation, no serious problems were found. They can be discharged from the hospital at any time..."
"That's good." He set the cooking time and responded casually. Of course, someone knew how the two suffering brothers were doing. After all, he had a share of the credit for the former being in a coma for so long.
"Second Uncle Guangmin..." The little girl's hesitant voice came over the phone again, "Last night when I was accompanying you in the hospital, I suddenly fainted and passed out, and was sent to the emergency room..."
"Well?"
"It has been rescued. The doctor's diagnosis is that there is too much stress, a mild stress disorder, which causes increased blood pressure and respiratory obstruction... Maybe it is because I have been too busy and tired recently. I don't know the details. I will wait for a visit.
I’ll talk to you later.”
"Okay, don't forget to bring a basket of fruits."
"Yeah, got it."
After chatting for a few more words and hanging up the phone, Tang Chao tilted his head and blinked inexplicably. This...should have nothing to do with him, right?
But having said that, too much pressure, stress-induced mental disorder, etc., these are all academic terms. When combined with the actual situation, in short, it can only be said in four words, too frightened... That's it? City shooting champion? Tsk,
The psychological quality is not good!
He smacked his lips, turned around and stopped thinking about it. He put on his running shoes, opened the door and went downstairs, and started doing morning exercises as usual.
The route was still the same as in the past. When he turned onto the riverside driveway, he saw a black business car coming towards him. It was not going very fast and had an out-of-town license plate. When he passed by, Tang Chao turned around and took a curious look out of the passenger window.
tube lens.
Don’t get me wrong, the subject of the photo is obviously not an ordinary runner like him, but the sparkling sunrise river scenery under the road bank.
As a top-ranked high-end community in Lingjiang City that deserves its name, it is quite common for Jiangyue Mansion to have visitors like this with the intention of taking photos or conducting interviews.
Especially in the villa area, film and television crews often come to shoot scenes. However, after a filming accident last year, which even involved a firearm homicide, the community property management increased the review threshold, and this situation gradually became rare.
The above mentioned people came in through regular channels, and there were also some who came in through irregular channels. Chu Fengya was not the only one in the entertainment industry in Jiangyue Mansion. She just lived here diligently. But as blatant as now
It was taken while driving, so it is unlikely that it was a paparazzi fan who snuck in.
Probably some business tycoon resident was interviewed... Looking back, Tang Chao didn't take it to heart and continued to run around the community two times along the original route. It took about half an hour.
Then go to the central lawn.
Here, I saw the black business car again, and Mr. Yang, dressed in traditional martial arts uniforms, standing in the middle of the lawn for an interview, holding a big white wax gun in his hand, talking to the camera.
"Good morning, Mr. Yu, what's going on?" Tang Chao blended into the crowd of onlookers around the lawn and found an old man with a radio in his hand.
"It's Xiao Tang, you're good too. The provincial TV station is here to film a documentary, a program called 'Martial Arts Hidden in the City'... Old Yang wants to be famous!"
"What you said, Lao Yu, is not accurate. Lao Yang has been practicing martial arts all his life. He is a real martial arts master and has already become famous."
"My, a slip of the tongue... By the way, Xiao Tang, aren't you a disciple of Lao Yang? Why don't you hurry up and show your skills? Maybe the next martial arts superstar will be you!"
"Haha, this suggestion is reliable. Come on, Xiao Tang, I'm optimistic about you!"
"I agree! I have always felt that the name Xiao Tang is destined to be no ordinary person. He will have to achieve something sooner or later. Maybe the opportunity will be now!"
"..."
He asked casually, but it turned into such a heated scene. Tang Chao really didn't expect it. Seeing that these old naughty boys who were sick in their spare time were talking more and more outrageously, he quickly raised his hands: "Everyone, everyone,
I would like to thank you in advance for your kindness, please listen to me first!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After controlling the scene for a while, he lowered his hands and spread his hands, his face full of bewilderment, "How many dishes are there so early in the morning? You drink like this?"
After saying this, the scene fell silent. Immediately, one of the aunts and ladies couldn't help laughing out loud, which immediately aroused public anger and ridicule. Why did you not listen to the old man and suffer in front of others? What kind of dog bites Lu Dongbin and doesn't know a good heart, etc.
Wait, wait. Of course, they are all jokes without intention.
This is not to brag, but Mr. Tang has a very good handle on interpersonal relationships between middle-aged and elderly people in the community.
During the fun, "What are you talking about? It's so lively?" Mr. Yang came over with a smile and asked curiously.
"Lao Yang, you came just in time to give us some advice. Your disciple doesn't know what's good and what's wrong. Let's kindly enlighten you..."
"Ahem!" Qingke interrupted. Tang Chao hurriedly stepped forward to help Mr. Yang walk to the side, and then took the big pewter gun from the other man's hand. "Mr. Yang, please don't listen to their nonsense. Is the interview over?"
"Not yet, but..." Mr. Yang hesitated for a moment and shook his head, "It's almost done."
Tang Chao was so discerning. He was surprised when he saw this: "Why, it's not going well?"
"No, it's just..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a call from behind. It was the young reporter who had just held the microphone. He was about thirty years old, and he hurriedly caught up with him. "Um, Mr. Yang, there was something wrong with the interview and answer session just now. Look,
Can we communicate now..." As he spoke, he looked at Tang Chao as if he was in trouble.
Tang Chao understood immediately, stopped and turned around, "Oh, you guys chat, you guys chat." He didn't want to but was stopped by Yang Lao, "It's okay, it's okay to listen. Reporter Wang, this is my little friend, whom I have known for many years, whose surname is Tang Mingchao.
.He is not in my industry, but he has practiced boxing with me for a short period of time and has outstanding talent."
After a brief introduction, Mr. Yang said seriously, "Reporter Wang, I probably know what you mean, but please forgive me, I can't cooperate with your script. How about we stop here today?"
"I misunderstood, Mr. Yang, the interview is not entirely scripted..." Meeting Yang Laoping's calm gaze, the reporter surnamed Wang couldn't help but hesitate in his tone, and then said helplessly, "Okay, Mr. Yang. To be honest,
I really can’t understand your attitude. You are a person who has been boxing and practicing martial arts all his life. How can you have such a negative attitude towards traditional martial arts?”
"It's not that I have a negative attitude, but that you are too optimistic, or radical." Yang Laoping shook his head, "Reporter Wang, your program is very good, and thank you for your support and love for traditional martial arts, but our understanding
The deviation may be really big, and we really can’t talk about it..."
Hearing this, the Tang Dynasty roughly understood what was going on. To put it bluntly, there was nothing new. There are basically two mainstream attitudes among modern Chinese people towards Chinese martial arts. One is to disdain and fight with all their might, and the other is to be respectful.
Bragging hard. This reporter surnamed Wang should be leaning towards the latter.
Logically speaking, this is a rare publicity opportunity, and I encountered such a film crew that recognized traditional martial arts. I believe that if there were other boxers and martial artists here, the interview session would have been very smooth. Everyone was carrying the so-called sedan chair.
Well. But it happened to be Mr. Yang, an old boxer who had been boxing and talking about martial arts all his life, and things changed a little...
During the scene, seeing reporter Wang who was not speculating but still persisting, Mr. Yang sighed: "Well, let me ask you a question. Since you have filmed this program, you must have done relevant homework before.
.Then tell me, since traditional martial arts are so powerful, why are there so few winning records in modern arena competitions?"
"Because of the rules!" Reporter Wang answered bluntly and matter-of-factly, "Traditional martial arts are killing techniques. Killing moves can easily kill people, so they can't be used in the ring."
"The killing move..." Mr. Yang laughed dumbly, "The killing move you are talking about is kicking in the crotch, inserting an eye, and locking the throat, right?"
"Isn't that what it is?"
"Ha-cough, I'm sorry." Tang Chao, who couldn't hold back his laughter for a moment, looked at Reporter Wang who was looking at him with an angry frown, and touched his nose in embarrassment, "Go on, you guys go on.
"
"Why don't you tell me, Xiao Tang?" Mr. Yang looked a little lonely and sad, as if he had lost interest.
"Old Yang, this..."
"It's okay, just say whatever you want."
"Uh, okay. I'm talking nonsense. Teacher, just listen to me and don't take it seriously." Tang Chao took a shot first, then smiled and said, "The killing moves of traditional martial arts are not just kicks.
Crotch inserted into eyes and choked..."
The reporter was unconvinced and interrupted: "That's not what I meant."
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, let's just talk about kicking in the crotch, inserting eyes and throat." Tang Chao raised two fingers, thought for a while, then raised another one, "Three questions, very simple logic."
"First, are kicks, eyelocks, and chokes only in traditional martial arts?"
"Second, if the rules of the arena are open and unrestricted, and kicks to the crotch, eyelocks, and chokeholds are allowed, will martial arts practitioners be sure to win?"
"Third, have you ever thought about the interesting changes that will occur in the daily training content of professional fighters and professional ring fighters once the rules are relaxed? Those professional coaches who serve them and even the entire huge
Logistics technology group, where will the research direction turn?"
He spread his hands and said, "Okay, now that I've finished speaking, teacher, you can answer."
"..."
The answer was self-evident, so the reporter stood speechless.
"That's it." Yang Lao said with waning enthusiasm, "I'm sorry, Reporter Wang, I'm sorry."
“Wait a minute!” Reporter Wang subconsciously raised his hand to stop him, his cheeks turned red, and he asked ventingly, “So, traditional martial arts really cannot be fought or can be used in actual combat?”
"Of course not, you still don't understand! Whether Chuanwu can fight or win does not depend on the details such as killer moves and underhanded moves, rules and regulations, but depends on the amount of time and energy invested. This is also a question for anyone.
The only way to achieve greatness in martial arts. In the past, our generation of boxing, apart from eating and sleeping every day, the rest was basically practicing. At the same time, we would often discuss skills with brothers and brothers from other martial arts, but now
How much energy will the martial arts practitioners put into this? On the other hand, those professional fighters and boxers, who do this as a profession, can practice dry shooting for twelve hours a day. For such a long time, tell me, why do they do this?
Can’t win? Why can we win?!”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Well, I still haven’t stopped. After speaking such a long series of words in one breath, Mr. Yang’s chest couldn’t help but rise and fall. Tang Chao shook his head slightly when he saw this,
Walk to the side and raise your hands to caress his back to help him relax.
This is indeed the truth. To put it bluntly, it’s not worth mentioning. No matter how hard you work, you will gain. Who doesn’t know? But how many people are willing to put it into practice... someone with a cheat thought.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Yang, I..." Seeing Mr. Yang's intense emotion, Reporter Wang couldn't help but feel a little ashamed after he came back to his senses. He simply bowed to the end, then he hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Mr. Yang, finally
One question, I want to ask you about someone, is that okay?"
Yang Lao waved his hand: "You say."
"Before our film crew came to Lingjiang, we heard a rumor that there was a teenage boy who had been looking for people to play against each other in the gym for the past two years without any defeat. But we came to Lingjiang to look for him for a long time, and they all found him.
We couldn't find any relevant video information, including the martial arts school where we were rumored to have fought against that young man. We also visited him, but they were all vague... Mr. Yang, do you know such a person?"
Tang Chao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard this, oh, he really has done his homework...
Mr. Yang shook his head without changing his expression: "I haven't heard of it, I don't know."
"Oh, that seems to be a fake... Excuse me, Mr. Yang, let's pack up and leave."
Looking at Reporter Wang who bowed deeply again and then turned around and walked away regretfully, Tang Chao withdrew his gaze and raised his lips slightly: "Mr. Yang, you are not being honest. I was there at the time. You are lying."
"It's called a white lie. It's for their own good." Mr. Yang sighed, "I asked about that kid's style afterwards. With the attitude of the show crew, if someone comes to your door to find someone... something will happen."
Thinking about Ren Buping's attitude towards the traditional martial arts circle as a maniac against counterfeiters, Tang Chao nodded with deep understanding: "Mr. Yang understands the righteousness, but... your work this morning has been in vain. Looking back at the documentary, I promise to show you
Cut it to nothing!"
"..." This is very possible. After all, the name of the documentary is The Martial Arts Hidden in the City, not The Disappearing Martial Arts. How could Mr. Yang end up doing well by singing the opposite tune and pouring cold water on it?
"e=(′o｀*))) Well, I originally expected you to help me and let me have fun with a lens or something, but now it's good, I'm trying to get nothing... Hey, hey, old comrade
, do not follow martial ethics, engage in sneak attacks, and take advantage of my tiger and crane moves!"
"Nonsense, this is clearly a wild horse parting its mane... Stop, you brat! The old man is so old, are you trying to trick me?!"