The people present were all people who had been walking for a long time, Chen Zikun's words, they understood in their hearts, Situ Xiaoyan held his cheeks, looked Ouyang Kai up and down, and said: "It's really a bit like what the fifth senior brother looked like when he was young."

Ouyang Kai said: "Fifth Uncle is not old now."

Chen Zikun said: "I'm old, not only my body is not good, but my appearance is not handsome enough, Chen Zhen represents the image of our Chinese youth, how can I let a middle-aged uncle play Ouyang Kai, and it will be up to you in the future!" ”

Nong Jinsun said: "Yes, Chen Dashuai is now in charge of high-level struggles, and we are responsible for things that cannot be seen in the light, such as those foreigners and villains who killed Chinese, and we will never let go!" and the Chinese scum who helped to abuse the same must also be a tooth for a tooth! ”

As soon as the words changed, he said with great pain: "But the strength of a few of us is far from enough, if we can reopen the jīng martial arts hall, carry forward the jīng martial arts god, and attract more young people to join us, we can have a stronger force to fight."

Situ Xiaoyan continued: "The jīng martial arts club has been closed for a long time, there is no popularity, the venue is old, there is a lack of equipment, and there is a shortage of people, we put up posters, there are still few applicants, and now Shanghai is no longer the Shanghai of Master Huo at that time, everyone is busy attending various technical schools and business schools, who still learns martial arts."

Ouyang Kai said: "All the disciples who are free can expand the team, but how can we have the capital to say it for free, we don't even have overnight food."

Then three pairs of eyes looked at Chen Zikun blankly.

"It's nothing more than a financial problem, this is easy to solve," Chen Zikun ordered someone to take the checkbook, waved a pen, wrote a number on it, and handed it over, and the three of them looked at it, and their eyes were round: "Ten thousand yuan!" So much! ”

10,000 oceans is indeed an astronomical amount, running a martial arts gym is not a business after all, the funds for opening a factory are nothing more than the purchase of swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, as well as the cost of food and accommodation for the students, it doesn't cost a few big people, and 10,000 yuan is enough to last for a long time.

Chen Zikun said with a smile: "This is the first installment of the fee, you can do it well, you can add it at any time, I don't have much money here, and there is no money."

Situ Xiaoyan said: "Money is not everything, Fifth Senior Brother, your appeal is not as good as you, to be our new owner, the effect of this live advertisement is definitely good."

Chen Zikun pondered for a moment and said: "The position of the pavilion owner should have been held by the Dongge brother or the senior brother, since they are not in the local area, I will take this responsibility and serve as the honorary hall master, but the specific affairs are still left to you."

The trip was a great success, and Nong Jinsun and others were overjoyed and excited, and they were in a hurry to open, and they left in a hurry without even leaving a meal to eat.

Chen Zikun's family luggage is almost packed, Yao Yilei has been out of confinement, personally holding the child on the car convoy, under the protection of Zhang Xueliang's guards, the mighty drive to the railway station, Jiangdong superintendent Chen Dashuai officially ended his living career in Shanghai, disgraced and returned to his hometown, the Jiangdong Provincial Anti-smoking Law Enforcement Corps held the last flag-lowering ceremony, announced the disbandment of the officers, returned to the original formation, and the soldiers were dismissed on the spot for his own use, it is said that it was the boss Shi Liangcai bought for the training camp of the Shanghai Scouts.

The two divisions of the Jiangdong Army in the suburbs of Shanghai retreated under the oppression of the Feng army's 100,000 horses, Zhang Xueliang fought hard to suppress the stupidity of the Feng army by tearing his face with Yang Yuting, and the two armies finally did not clash, and the Jiangdong Army calmly retreated and retreated back to Jiangdong.

Afterwards, Yang Yuting sighed: "Xiao Liuzi is still a young man, and the opportunity must not be lost, and if you want to solve Jiangdong Army in the future, I am afraid that there will not be such a good opportunity."

…… The turmoil caused by the May Day Massacre is slowly subsiding, and the students are the first to withdraw from the war because of the summer vacation, then the businessmen who can't bear the losses and the coercion and inducement of the foreigners to announce the opening of the market, and finally the zhèngfǔ, under the temptation of raising the tax rate, completely fell to the side of the foreigners, and now only the workers are left to insist on the strike.

In July, the sun was shining brightly on Yangpu Peikaier Road, where colorful silk hung on the gate of the Jīng Wuhui was full of firecracker debris, and the band and lion dance team in the courtyard were resting.

Today is the reopening of the jīng martial arts association, and the colleagues in the Shanghai martial arts community have all come to Daoxi, and they also sent some knives, guns, sticks and other equipment, they are all coming for the name of the honorary hall owner Chen Zikun, and when they learned that Chen Dashuai did not come to attend the ceremony, they left in a hurry under the pretext that something was wrong.

"It's hard for just two or three people to reopen the jīng martial arts meeting."

"Nong Jinsun is dizzy, who still practices martial arts now?"

Colleagues in the martial arts world talked about it in private.

Nong Jinsun sat in the living room in a silk gown, took out his pocket watch from time to time to look at the time, minute by second, he didn't even have a student who signed up, and he couldn't help but sigh in vain: "Could it be that the era of the jīng martial arts meeting has passed?" ”

Ouyang Kai and Situ Xiaoyan, who were dressed vigorously at the door, looked at each other, no one on the road on the hot day knew, and they were chirping in the trees, as if laughing at them, and suddenly a few people swayed in the distance, and Situ Xiaoyan said happily: "Someone is coming!" ”

But when they got closer, they saw that there were actually a few rì ronins wearing kimonos, stepping on clogs, and swords pinned to their waists, apparently wandering from the Hongkou side, they couldn't help but laugh when they saw the brand-new plaque of the jīng martial arts club, Situ Xiaoyan was angry, and there was nowhere to spread the surf, and the people stretched out their thumbs and pointed down to show contempt.

The ronins scolded at one point, Baga's hand pressed on the handle of the knife, and rushed over with small steps, Ouyang Kaifei stepped forward, punched and kicked the ronin, and the ronin was beaten without even pulling out the knife, and finally fled.

With a bad breath, his mood improved slightly, and Situ Xiaoyan said: "Don't wait, no one will sign up today, let's go in."

Ouyang Kai nodded, and was just about to enter the door, when he suddenly paused, and slowly turned around.

At the corner of the road, there was a black press, a crowd of people were wearing anything, all of them were twenty lang, when he was old, talking and laughing, he came here, there were hundreds of people, and a minute later, a full three hundred people stood at the door of the jīng martial arts meeting, Situ Xiaoyan's mouth opened into an O-shape, and he didn't know what to say.

"Excuse me...... What are you doing here? Ouyang Kai asked.

A young man wearing a green hat said impatiently: "Isn't this a jīng martial arts club, we have come to learn the arts."

"You are all here?" Ouyang Kai was dumbfounded.

"We all are!" Three hundred people replied with a brush, the sound was deafening, and even the knowledge on the tree was so frightened that they were silent, "Come in," Ouyang Kai said hurriedly.

Three hundred people, don't look at it, the movements are neat and neat, and there is no chaos in the formation, and the jīng martial arts club is standing in the courtyard full of Nong Jinsun when he hears the movement, and he almost runs out in a frightened place, and obediently learns from the teacher, and also forms a team.

The guy took off his hat and scratched his blue-shaved scalp and said: "My name is Liang Maocai, I have practiced Dahong boxing before, and I heard that the martial arts of the jīng martial arts will not be good, and I will pay the tuition fee if I am not bad."

The three hundred young men gossiped: "We also have money to pay tuition, and we can't learn other people's martial arts in vain."

Nong Jinsun was moved to tears, he was a businessman, he attached great importance to funds, 300 people is not a small amount, and the 10,000 yuan given by Chen Zikun alone could not support it for a few days, and it was really touching that these students were willing to pay.

"Listen to me, boys," said Nong Jinsun.

His voice wasn't loud enough, and he was still gossiping down there.

Ouyang Kai was just about to speak, when he saw the man named Liang Maocai walk up the steps and shouted: "Lizheng!" ”

The conditions of the three hundred people stopped in a flash, and the waist pole was silent for an instant.

"Take a break!" Liang Maocai shouted and turned his face to Nong Jinsun: "Old man, you can speak."

Nong Jinsun swallowed his spit, this is an army.

"Brothers, oh no, students, our jīng martial arts association takes it as our responsibility to carry forward the jīng martial arts god and carry forward the tradition of national arts, and we do not charge tuition, but the food fee is not much, just two cents per person per day."

Liang Maocai said: "Then I'll pay for half a year's food first" said and took out a bag of ocean.

Nong Jinsun said: "May I ask what kind of occupations do you all have?" Why did you come together? ”

The people below began to gossip again, some said that they were pulling rickshaws, some said they were dock coolies, some said they were tailors, cooks, servants, shoemakers, grooms, coachmen, in short, there were all kinds of people, and they all belonged to the bottom of the working people, but their accents were indeed very similar, presumably from one place.

Liang Maocai said: "We come from the hometown of traditional martial arts, Jiangbei and Nantai are all fellow villagers who come to Shanghai to beg for a living, and we often come and go when we see advertisements in the newspaper for the JĪNG Martial Arts Association, so we come together to learn art."

Nong Jinsun said yes again and again, but Situ Xiaoyan and Ouyang Kai were suspicious, how could there be such a good thing, these people are afraid that the fifth senior brother called to cheer.

Suddenly, so many students came, and the management became a big problem, but fortunately, Liang Maocai recommended himself to be the captain of the cadet team, and if there was anything, just talk to him, "Who called me the director general of the fellow association," Liang Maocai patted his chest and said.

The number of people was overnumbered, and the clothes, beds, and chopsticks originally prepared were not enough, and they needed to be purchased urgently, and it was a lot of expenses, but Nong Jinsun was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth and sighed: "If Yuanjia is still there, I don't know how happy I am to see this scene."

Suddenly, the gate of the jīng martial arts club was brutally slammed open, and a group of open-chested rì benronin people pounced in, full of mouths and long knives, as if they were in a no-man's land, but when they saw the strong men in the black and oppressive courtyard, they were all stunned.

It was the few ronins who had been beaten just now, and the companions they called to help them, there were more than a dozen of them, all with long knives, and they were murderous.

The courtyard was silent, and under the angry gaze of three hundred pairs of angry eyes, beads of sweat oozed from the top of the ronin's head, and the ronin who took the lead suddenly bowed down and said very politely: "Smith, Marseille is rude, I am tired of digging and digging the ground, and I went to the wrong door."