Chapter : 18

When Huang Wen woke up, it was the morning of the next day. Huang Wen felt that his spirit was good, but he still had a little pain. Huang Wen looked and found that the bruises were still there, but the color was much darker.

As for the injured finger, Huang asked twice. If he didn't use force, there was no problem. He still could feel the pain from the bone seam with a little force.

At the intersection of Chinatown, a young man with a backpack appeared here. With a trace of fatigue on his face, he vomited heavily, relieved his fatigue and walked towards Yongchun martial arts school.

When he saw the door of Yongchun martial arts school closed, the young man frowned and whispered, "didn't dad say that he had gone out of the martial arts school before? Why hasn't he returned to normal work and rest?"

This young man is Zhong Bo's son, and Huang Wen wants him to come to the martial arts school to help Zhong Qiang.

Seeing that the Yongchun martial arts school had not yet opened, Zhong Qiang turned and walked to his Bayu hot pot shop. The hot pot shop was open. Of course, it was not open for business. Knowing that his son was coming back, Zhong Bo couldn't wait to get up early.

Even, Zhong Bo cooked a pot of Chaoshan casserole porridge, waiting for his son to come back and drink it while it was hot.

Don't ask why there is Chaoshan casserole porridge in Bayu hotpot restaurant. The question is that Chinese cuisine blends with each other, and there has been no regional distinction for a long time.

"Dad, I'm back." Zhong Qiang put down his backpack and shouted inside with a smile.

"Come back, just come back." Zhong Bo poked his head out of the back kitchen and nodded at Zhong Qiang with red eyes. He didn't mean to hug. Even though Zhong Bo has lived in the United States for so many years, he hasn't formed such a habit.

"Dad, what are you doing? It smells good!" but Zhong Qiang came to Uncle Zhong, gave uncle Zhong a big hug and asked with a smile.

"I've cooked some porridge for you. Come on, let's go. You stink. Go take a bath and have dinner." Zhong Bo was held in Zhong Qiang's arms. There was a happy smile on his mouth, but he pushed Zhong Qiang pretending to be disgusted.

"Hey, hey, there's no way. It's too urgent to go." Zhong Qiang scratched his head with a smile. "I'll take a bath first. I'll ask brother later to see if he gets up."

"Well, we just talked yesterday, and you don't have to persuade him. You always have your own opinion." referring to Huang Wen, Zhong Bo sighed and walked into the back kitchen.

"How can I persuade you to ask me when you encounter such a thing?" Zhong Qiang shook his head, turned around, carried his backpack and walked up the stairs. Their house is also on the second floor, which is similar to the layout of Huang Wen's Yongchun boxing hall.

"It's ridiculous. The American police station hasn't even said anything for so many days. But I still have to tell brother Wen about some news."

Not long after, Zhong Qiang took a simple bath, took a look at Zhong Bo, who was still in the back kitchen, walked out of the hot pot shop and headed for Yongchun martial arts school not far away.

"Brother Wen! Brother Wen, I'm back. Are you awake?" Zhong Qiang shouted at Huang Wen's room in front of Yongchun martial arts school.

"Xiaoqiang?" Huang, who was washing, was stunned. Zhong Qiang appeared in his mind, and then a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes.

Although Zhong Bo said he was not in a hurry to call Zhong Qiang back in advance, he did so. Fortunately, his revenge has been avenged. Next, he will concentrate on running the martial arts school.

"Coming!" Huang asked, wiping his face and shouting outside. Then he hurried downstairs, opened the door and let Zhong Qiang in. "Why did you come back so early?"

"It's not that I'm afraid to ask you. I don't have a chance to see your last face!" Zhong Qiang punched Huang in the chest and said with a smile. "For the sake of my hard work, did you pass on your family martial arts to me before you left?"

"Hiss!" Huang asked and took a breath. Zhong Qiang's fist, of course, had no strength, but it happened to hit a bruise.

"What's the matter? Ask brother, I didn't make any effort!" Zhong Qiang quickly withdrew his fist and looked at Huang with some worry.

"It's all right. I'll be all right if you have something!" Huang asked, waving his hand and glancing at Zhong Qiang. "Do you still want to learn the martial arts handed down by my family? Learn the basics of Wing Chun first!"

The so-called family martial arts, in fact, is not part of the Wing Chun Chuan Chuan, after all, Huang Hong just opened a martial arts hall to eat, for the essence of Wing Chun, is sure to have reservations.

When Huang Hong once taught Huang Wen, he was secretly seen by Zhong Qiang. Since then, Zhong Qiang has remembered that Huang Wen has family martial arts.

"It's boring. Those basic exercises are too tired." Zhong Qiang glanced. "We should adhere to basic skills every day. How can we have so much time? Look at the people who teach Taekwondo, karate and free fighting. We only need a few simple sets of moves to practice two or three times a week."

"Most Americans don't care whether the boxing you teach is fierce or not. It's mainly simple and practical, so that they can defend themselves occasionally, play two moves and force, and have a so-called hierarchy, so that they can have the pleasure of upgrading..."

"You've made a clear investigation!" Huang asked, looking at Zhong Qiang in surprise. "Why, when you're ready to wait for your internship, come to me to help me? I can't wait. It's easy to say about salary!"

"Ask brother, you'd better solve your problem first." Zhong Qiang shrugged and lowered his voice. "I have a classmate. There is also a gang at home. According to him, there are real experts in most gangs, far more than ordinary people..."

"Before I came back, I helped you to find out what the elder brother of the Ge Lian gang was. There was a mutant under his command who was not weak. The mutant asked me if you had heard of it? It's much better than your Kung Fu. You should be careful. You'd better wait for the people of the Ge Lian Gang to be alone..."

"Oh, he's dead." Huang asked with a smile. "However, his strength is really strong. Otherwise, he won't hurt me."

"What?" Zhong Qiang suddenly widened his eyes, then shrunk his neck, looked around, and found that no one came outside. He whispered, "ask brother, has Ge Lian helped you?"

"Yes." Huang asked with a smile and nodded. "It's all solved. I've avenged my father. Next, it's time to fulfill his last wish and carry forward our Yongchun martial arts school!"

"How did you..." Zhong Qiang said, and suddenly stopped. "Go and ask brother. My father made breakfast. Let me come and call you. Let's talk while eating!"

"OK, I'm hungry too. Let's go." Huang asked with a smile and nodded. He also happened to have some publicity and management questions. He wanted to ask Zhong Qiang, so he took this opportunity to pull Zhong Qiang to his Yongchun martial arts school.