The following days, as if as before, everything returned to normal. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoIt's just that only Yang Mucheng himself knows how much has changed here. Now, he is already a young master with three million in his pocket. It's just that he behaves extremely calmly and is not known to outsiders.

Even, in order not to attract the attention of others, Yang Mucheng deliberately saved 2.8 million yuan. And the remaining 200,000 bought a stock that was not hot.

If Yang Mucheng wants to make money by speculating in stocks, with his insight into the market and his grasp of investment, he can invest all the three million at any time and then double it within half a year. It's just that if he did that, it would be too eye-catching. As long as he takes a wrong step, he is afraid that he will immediately arouse the alarm of some people.

At that time, even if he is very skilled, he can come and go without a shadow. However, in the end, it is only self-preservation, and there is no way to further implement its own plan.

In addition to his internal changes, although Li Baifei lives in the dormitory as usual, he will go out every once in a while. Also, sometimes I have to eat outside the school at noon. At this time, of course, he went on a date with Bai Weiwei.

Within a week, Bai Weiwei had already selected the address of the Missing Moon Sycamore, and began to design and decorate. Because a special contract was signed with the decoration company, it was required to be completed within 20 days. Therefore, the progress of the hotel is almost changing with each passing day, and half a month later, it has been almost implemented in all aspects.

Zhang Xiaoqi is still a big man, but under the introduction of Yang Mucheng, he has recently begun to occasionally look through the wire-bound version of "Party History". At the beginning, Zhang Xiaoqi almost regarded this set of books as a hypnotic agent before going to bed.

However, after a week, there was a lot of interest in the book. I even bought a thick notebook and wrote some thoughts while reading it. Half a month later, I have memorized more than 30 pages of experience, but I am completely immersed in the content of this book.

And with the insistence of the thirteen apprentices led by Ma Chaoyang in this section, everyone's physique has been greatly improved. Of course, there is still a lot of distance from Yang Mucheng's passing grade. However, in such an era, it is not easy for these young people who stretch out their hands and eat to keep running and zama for more than a month.

So, Yang Mucheng began to teach them some simple fighting skills. Of course, these fighting techniques are not the traditional Baji, Xingyi, and Wing Chun routines, but all kinds of practical combat skills.

The skills taught to them by Yang Mucheng are actually very similar to Bruce Lee's Jeet Kune Do, not fancy, everything is based on actual combat. Moreover, there is no absolute right or wrong in martial arts. Even, it is not necessary for everyone to be able to lower their waists, split their legs, and learn the corresponding fastest and most suitable techniques to hit the enemy according to their own body shape, height and other characteristics.

For example, for people with short stature like Qian Xiaoshu, Yang Mucheng taught them to be flexible and skillful as the main route. And like Zhao Neng, who is tall and big, Yang Mucheng asked them to pay attention to the constant response to change. Although these two ways of attacking the enemy are completely contradictory, once they are in actual combat, they can use their own advantages to maximize their burst combat effectiveness.

Of course, when Yang Mucheng taught them these techniques of attacking the enemy, he repeatedly told them, the first is not to cause trouble, and the second is not to be brave and ruthless. Once he finds out that someone is bullying people by learning a few martial arts, he will not only be expelled from the door wall, but also beaten once and again.

These thirteen apprentices followed Yang Mucheng to taste the sweetness, and each of them worshipped Yang Mucheng was like a god, where did they dare not agree to what he said.

During this period of time, Song Xiaoyu ran more and more diligently to Yang Mucheng, not only came to pick him up from time to time, but even took the initiative to go to his dormitory to see if he had changed his clothes. However, Yang Mucheng either washed the simple clothes by himself, or put the clothes in the dry cleaners, and rarely asked Song Xiaoyu to help.

Of course, Song Xiaoyu knew Yang Mucheng's intentions, although he was a little disappointed in his heart. However, Yang Mucheng sat in her car as usual, and usually spoke the same as before, knowing that he was such a wooden character, and he could only accept such a stubborn person, looking forward to one day being able to influence him.

What made Song Xiaoyu feel the most sense of crisis was that in addition to her looking for Yang Mucheng, there was also a beauty in her senior year who came to Yang Mucheng from time to time. Not only that, Song Xiaoyu also saw the beautiful woman named Xiao Ningya send WeChat messages to Yang Mucheng several times.

Song Xiaoyu has a lot of contact with Yang Mucheng on weekdays, and when they send WeChat, most of the two of them talk about work matters, they are relatively mature, and rarely talk about men and women. Now, a sexy and hot senior sister suddenly came to Yang Mucheng, which made her sense of crisis suddenly bigger.

In addition to this senior sister, Song Xiaoyu is also worried about another "love rival" who has not been able to meet. It was Yang Mucheng who answered a WeChat message that night, and then immediately got out of her car to eat.

Although she didn't meet, Song Xiaoyu could clearly feel with a woman's intuition that Yang Mucheng cared about her very much. Moreover, enemies who have never met are often even more terrifying. For the woman she hadn't met, Song Xiaoyu's vigilance against her even exceeded her hostility towards Xiao Ningya.

In order to better tie up Yang Mucheng, Song Xiaoyu desperately said good things in front of her aunt Song Mingyue, hoping that her aunt could also help, and better catch Yang Mucheng with two to one.

However, since my aunt came back to the club with Yang Mucheng, she has become more and more cold to Yang Mucheng. Usually everything is noncommittal, neither good nor bad.

Don't say that Song Xiaoyu was already a little arrogant, even if she was careful, she definitely couldn't feel that when Song Mingyue looked at Yang Mucheng again since that time in the club, there was always a trace of strangeness in her eyes. It's just that this strangeness is extremely shallow, and her usual concentration and concealment skills are excellent. Therefore, even Song Xiaoyu, who was most familiar with her, didn't feel it.

In the blink of an eye, another half a month has passed. More than 20 days have passed since Yang Mucheng and Ye Hongyu met deeply in the courtyard, and on a weekend night, the two met again.

This time, Yang Mucheng brought the herbs that he had repeatedly checked in the past 20 days, and then blended them. In order to avoid suspicion, he deliberately did not boil medicine. Instead, he wrapped the herbs and brought them to Ye Hongyu, and told her not to boil the medicine herself, and it was best to let the old Chinese medicine doctors who treated her look at the recipe and ratio first, and then decide whether to drink the medicine.

Deep in the courtyard, Ye Hongyu is still wearing a plain Chinese skirt. Because the weather has been getting colder and colder lately, although it is not as cold as in the north, it is also a little wet and cold. As a result, Ye Hongyu's face looked a little pale.

Yang Mucheng gave her the medicine this time with great care, neither a fierce medicine like a tiger and a wolf, nor a common medicine that blindly seeks no faults. The more he pondered Ye Hongyu's illness, the more mysterious he felt. If you want to really help her heal, you can't rush too much, and if you slow it down, you will only make a mistake. If Ye Hongyu can eat the medicine he prescribed, at least it will be of great benefit to him to heal in the future.

"Have you seen Yuan Shu again recently?"

Ye Hongyu ate the stir-fried white radish that Yang Mucheng ordered for her, and asked curiously. Because Yang Mucheng prescribed medicine for her, although she didn't know if it would be as effective as she imagined, she still felt in a good mood. As a result, the voice is also exceptionally crisp and intimate.

"I work part-time in a company, and once accompanied my boss to the club, and I happened to meet Yuan Shao."

Yang Mucheng didn't know how Yuan Shu described himself to Ye Hongyu, and replied ambiguously.

"Are you short of money?"

Ye Hongyu paused and replied with a wink.

"This ......"

Yang Mucheng became more and more unaware of what Ye Hongyu wanted to express, and after taking a sip of soup, he said, "It's okay." What's wrong? ”

"I heard Yuan Shu say that you have to go to school again, and you have to work part-time. In order to make a little more money, he even has to fight black boxing. It's hard and dangerous. If you're really short of money, I can lend you some first. ”

After hesitating for a while, Ye Hongyu said what was in his heart.

Going to fight black boxing?

Yang Mucheng was really funny and wry when he heard Ye Hongyu's words, it was obviously that Yuan Shao was aggressive, and he had no choice but to fight with Muay Thai fighters. Now it has been passed to Ye Hongyu, but it has become that in order to make money, he did not hesitate to take risks to fight black boxing. This Yuan Shao crossed the river and demolished the bridge, and the method of planting dirt and framing was really clever.

After all, Yang Mucheng's current apparent identity is a poor boy from the countryside, and any behavior he does will instinctively make people think that this is something he did desperately for money. No matter how much he argued, he would pale because of his origin.

In this materialistic society, don't say anything about people's endless ambitions, no one will believe it. In this busy city, rural people from outside are destined to be a vulnerable group. In the minds of the rich, there are too many ideas that have been qualitated. For example, they don't have money. Like, they can do anything for money.

Yang Mucheng opened his mouth several times, but finally remained silent. Because, explanation is tantamount to cover-up. Since Yuan Shao dared to say such things to Ye Hongyu, he must have done a lot of foreshadowing to ask her to believe her words. If she didn't believe it, she wouldn't have asked her in such a tone today.

Now that Ye Hongyu has believed it, if Yang Mucheng explains it to her again, it will appear that he is not only willing to do anything for money, but also very hypocritical.

However, because he didn't explain, Ye Hongyu thought that Yang Mucheng had acquiesced. After hesitating for a moment, Ye Hongyu's face turned red first, then he bit his chopsticks, and after a while of hesitation, he said again: "For the sake of money, even if you go to fight black boxing, it's nothing." But don't betray our dignity and limits as human beings? ”

Listening to Ye Hongyu's words, Yang Mucheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, swallowed the soup in the spoon, stretched his neck and asked, "What else did Yuan Shao say to you?" Although I fought boxing, it doesn't mean that I fought black boxing for money. As for the inside story, I don't want to explain too much. Even if I'm really going to boxing for money, it doesn't mean I'm selling my dignity and limits, right? ”

"Of course, fighting black boxing is not selling dignity and limits."

Ye Hongyu bit his chopsticks again, and after hesitating for a while, he lowered his head and said in a barely audible voice: "As a man, it's okay to make money." However, if you want to make noodles for money, you really shouldn't do it......"