"I'm treating you" would be perfectly normal if it were said by an adult. But when an eight-year-old child said this, it made the young man even more nervous.
"Child... kid, don't spend your money carelessly. It's not easy for your parents to make money, it's very hard."
The young man could still think of these things, which made Xiao Qian smile even stronger.
"Haha, brother, don't worry. I'm spending my own money, and it's easy for my parents to make money now."
As he spoke, he pointed at Li Zhenghong and Xiao Ping.
"They are all my relatives. If I spend money randomly, they will definitely not care about it."
The young man looked at Li Zhenghong and Xiao Ping, and saw that they were both frying rice as usual, and he finally felt less hesitant.
Smelling the aroma of the lunch box in his hand, and then looking back at the others devouring the food, the young man finally couldn't help it anymore and began to eat in big gulps.
The egg fried rice actually tastes very average, and Li Zhenghong doesn't have any outstanding cooking skills. There is a bit too much soy sauce. But when it enters the mouth, the young man almost swallows his tongue.
He felt that this was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten in his life.
He just ate big gulps, but he didn't want to eat the white and yellow fried eggs first.
Xiao Qian was not in a hurry, and waited until he was not so hungry after eating for a while before he started to speak.
"Uncle, how did you come up with the idea of performing arts? Are you practicing martial arts?"
The young man followed his example and squatted down.
"Yes, we people in Yangjia Village have been practicing martial arts since the Ming Dynasty. Over the years, apart from farming, we have only practiced martial arts. Now our family is so poor that we can't afford to pay the tuition for our children to go to school.
So I just wanted to go out and sell tricks and make some money. I didn’t expect that people in big cities don’t care about this. We have been working around for several months, but in the end we didn’t make anything.”
Xiao Qian was not surprised.
Performing in martial arts was the way of the past. Today's people live at an extremely fast pace and are busy making a living. They are not interested in this ancient way at all.
But Xiao Qian is interested.
He thought for a while and asked: "Brother, what kind of kung fu have you practiced?"
Speaking of this, the young man smiled shyly, and it was clear from a glance that he had little experience in the world of martial arts.
"They're all just a bunch of tricks, and no one likes them."
Xiao Qian pretended to be yearning for it.
"I have liked those flying heroes since I was a child. Uncle, can you also fly over walls and walls?"
The young man felt very guilty.
"I won't."
Xiao Qian was not discouraged, he knew that of course this young man would not.
Nonsense, if he really knew how to climb water, catch cicadas in eight steps, fly on grass, etc., he would have been captured and sectioned for study.
"Brother, can you let me see your kung fu?"
The young man was very simple and thought that Xiao Qian was just curious, so he put down his job after hearing this. Well... in fact, he had already finished eating in a short time.
"Then let me show you. If you don't play well, you are not allowed to laugh."
As he said that, the young man opened his posture.
Xiao Qian recognized that this move was parting the mane of a wild horse, so he was doing Tai Chi.
It can be seen that the young man's kung fu is very solid. Although he is only fighting alone, his moves are very powerful. Every time he makes a move, Xiao Qian, who is far away, can feel the strong wind blowing on his face.
This is enough to show how powerful young people are in Kung Fu.
Li Zhenghong and Xiao Ping watched with excitement and kept cheering. Xiao Qian, however, was very quiet and observed carefully.
This young man's kung fu is amazing, but he doesn't look good.
Yes, what he cares about is whether this young man's fighting skills look good or not. As for whether he is good or not, he is not a member of the martial arts world, so he doesn't care about this.
However, this young man has handsome features, a moderate figure, and a strong fist and foot skills. He has a shadow of the previous kung fu emperor Jet Li.
There is no Kung Fu Emperor in this life, so Xiao Qian couldn't help but feel moved when he saw a man who could master Kung Fu so well.
Although this young man's kung fu is not that impressive, it is not important. When the time comes, it will be enough to find a teacher from the martial arts school to polish it.
After the young man finished a set of Tai Chi, Xiao Qian asked him to do other skills.
As a result, this person had Bajiquan, Baguazhang, Tanji, Piguazhang, Dahongquan, etc. all at his fingertips. Not only that, in gratitude for Xiao Qian's kindness, the young man also asked the others among them to demonstrate
After a while.
Anyway, we all make money by performing arts. Although I didn't make any money this time, I still deserve to eat and show others.
This time Xiao Qian was shocked.
This group of people, no matter old or young, all of them are very skilled in kung fu.
Seeing their performance, Xiao Qian couldn't help but flash the images of Yuan's family, Married family's class, and Hong's family's class in his mind, and he was finally convinced that he had met a treasure.
Finally, everyone finished fighting, and the young man squatted next to Xiao Qian again.
"How about it, kid, are our kung fu good enough?"
Xiao Qian applauded.
"Awesome, really awesome."
Then he changed the subject.
"It's a pity that I can't make any money."
These words made the young man feel lost for a moment, he lowered his head silently, and finally turned into a lament.
Xiao Qian patted his arm and said earnestly: "You know, kung fu... is not that profitable."
The young man suddenly raised his head.
"Then how to make money?"
Xiao Qian did not tell him directly, but said: "Introduce yourself and them. I don't know your names yet."
The young man suddenly realized and felt very embarrassed.
"My name is Yang Zhen, and this is my brother Yang Yue. This is my third uncle Yang Tianshuo, and this is my sixth uncle Yang Tianju..."
Most of this group of people are surnamed Yang. Even if they are not surnamed Yang, they are from the same village.
Xiao Qian carefully observed that among these people, except for Yang Zhen's handsome appearance, the rest were almost boring.
But as an action actor, there is no problem at all.
Only then did he reveal his identity.
"Brother Yang, in addition to being a primary school student, I am also the person in charge of an entertainment company."
Yang Zhen was dizzy.
"Entertainment company? What is that?"
Xiao Qian had no choice but to explain things in simple terms.
"do you like watching movies?"
Speaking of this, Yang Zhen smiled very happily.
"I like it. Who doesn't like watching movies? When the work team went to our village to show movies in the past, all the men, women and children in the village gathered around the grain field. Oh, the excitement was even more exciting than the Chinese New Year."
Xiao Qian then said: "Entertainment companies produce movies or provide actors for movies. The actors you see in movies basically come from entertainment companies. That's what I do."
Yang Zhen suddenly understood, but asked: "What does that have to do with making money from Kung Fu?"
Xiao Qian had no choice but to lead and asked: "Do you know Bruce Lee?"
Speaking of this person, Yang Zhen was extremely excited.
"I know, I know, my favorite is Bruce Lee. He is really powerful and has defeated so many masters. When I was practicing martial arts when I was young, I always thought about when I could be as powerful as him."
Xiao smiled slightly.
"Bruce Lee is really great, but many of the things in the movie are fake and staged. Bruce Lee, like you, was born in martial arts. But he relied on kung fu to become a big star. Why can't you?
"
Yang Zhen was a little dumbfounded.
"Me? No, no. How can I succeed? I don't know how to film."
Xiao Qian likes his simplicity.
"No one is born knowing how to make movies, even Bruce Lee didn't know how to do it at the beginning. If he doesn't, he can learn."
Having said this, he also realized what he was doing.
"After watching your performance just now and observing your appearance, I think you have the potential to become a kung fu superstar. However, this depends on your wishes. If you don't like it, no one can force you to come. If
If you want to do this, you can come to me. Not only yourself, but also them."
Xiao Qian waved his hand and pointed at everyone. He didn't want to let go of any of these talents.
As he said that, he took out his wallet from his pocket again, without counting, and stuffed all the thousands of dollars into Yang Zhen's hand.
"Now, the New Year is coming soon. You have been wandering for so long, and you must be homesick. So no matter what you think, we will talk about it after the New Year. This money is not much, so take it back and spend a good New Year."
Yang Zhen was really frightened.
When had he ever seen so much money?
"No, no, kid, how can I ask for this money? Take it back quickly, your father and mother will deal with you if you do this."
Xiao Qian raised her hand to stop him.
"This little money is nothing, it is dispensable to me, but it is very important to you. Money is valuable only when it is used where it should be used. If it can help you, it is worth it. Of course
, if you become a Kung Fu superstar and make a lot of money in the future, you won’t bother with these things.”
He took out another business card from his pocket and handed it to Yang Zhen.
"Go back and have a good New Year and think about it carefully. If you want to act, just call me at the number above. If you don't want to, just throw the business card into the ditch. We are destined to meet again in the world."
Looking at the free and easy Xiao Qian, Yang Zhen was finally speechless.
"Xiao...Mr. Xiao, I will think about it carefully."
Seeing Yang Zhen walking away slowly with a group of people, large and small, Xiao Qian was not worried. He always felt that Yang Zhen would definitely come to him, and he would not be alone.
Next to him, Li Zhenghong witnessed the whole process and was speechless.
"Brother, are you talking about making movies so profitable? Look, what about me, your third brother?"
Xiao Qian took a look at his fat head and big ears, thought about his glorious deeds, and immediately made a decision.
"Third brother, I think you have a better future with fried rice."
