In a seaside villa in San Francisco, Li Chunyang is drinking tea with a man in a black suit, the environment here is very good, you can hear the sound of the sea, it is a real estate in the name of the company. There were several short-haired men standing at the door, with slightly raised temples, vigorous essence and blood, and a strong physique.

"Brother Chen, come, let's have a drink. This wine is rare, if it weren't for the boss's special approval, even I would have to go to Chinatown to buy two pots. ”

Li Chunyang is a person with no shortcomings, but he is very sincere about this idle drink, but unfortunately many times in the face of Kenneth, who can only drink red wine, he would rather have a drink by himself.

The man opposite, the whole person is quite extraordinary, full of heroism, the whole person has a full of righteousness out of thin air, and he knows that he is a person who has practiced martial arts all year round.

The man picked up the wine glass on the table, drank it all heartily, felt the aroma of the good wine, and praised: "It's really good wine, this jar is the kind of Fen bar that was famous at the fair not long ago." On the white-skinned porcelain bottle, there are two big characters "Fenjiu" written on the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing.

"Yes, this expo, these traditional Chinese products and the company's two new products, but out of the limelight. Don't you know how happy I feel when I see the shocked faces of those foreigners who are about to drop their jaws to the ground. Li Chunyang took out a pack of paper cigarettes, took out two, and was about to hand him one, "Come, try this new type of filter, which has been selling well in the United States recently." Rest assured, this pack of high-end cigarettes was bought with my own money. ”

"People who practice martial arts don't smoke." The man surnamed Chen smiled heartily and refused.

Li Chunyang didn't care about him, and went straight to pumping it himself. He is also very comfortable in the United States. Although Kenneth accounts for 5% of Pan America's KENT's shares, he is only paying dividends. According to the regulations, his salary was not high, but Kenneth gave him a part of his dividends after he made a special declaration for Zhang Shusheng, so that both of them had a good life.

"Brother Chen, this mafia incident seems to make us easily collapse, but in fact, it is already reminding us. That plan must be implemented as soon as possible, otherwise if we fail to complete the task, we will be the sinners of the nation in a few decades. Li Chunyang got down to business, which is why he talked to a man surnamed Chen this time.

"Brother Li, don't worry, you can take care of business matters. Leave the affairs of the hall and the gang to me. Although I'm not an underground hall material, but I can open martial arts halls all over the United States, one bright and one dark, in the long run, I want to have a professional sent by the boss to take care of the affairs of the underground hall, I will not let the boss down. The man surnamed Chen said with great confidence, calm and composed, as if he was just saying something lightly.

There is a special story between him and his boss, since that night a mysterious man came knocking on the door of the martial arts hall, he went to the southwest, and then stayed for several years.

"I believe that with Brother Chen's ability and the boss's cultivation for many years, he will definitely make a world in this Western world." Li Chunyang snuffed out the cigarette butt, and reminded half-comfortingly and half-admonishingly, "The United States is a flashy city, and I hope Brother Chen will not miss the boss's big business." ”

Even if he has to face failure in the end, Chen will return his ashes to China and scatter them in thousands of mountains and rivers to repay his boss. Brother Li cherishes, the plan is about to start, farewell! The young man's face was resolute, thinking of his mission, and without much delay, the whole person stood up like a huddled tiger, and in a blink of an eye he had gone out.

Looking at the man surnamed Chen leaving with his subordinates, Li Chunyang was in a trance, and seemed to have returned to what the boss said to him in person the night before leaving.

"Pure Yang, you have to remember. If you want to completely defeat a nation, you must first thoroughly integrate into it. There will never be a file for this project, and anyone who fails will only become a ghost at gunpoint. However, with the efforts of this group of people, including you, in the not-so-distant future, perhaps there will be a Chinese martial arts hall on every street, and under every street, there will be an underground force controlled by the Chinese, and at that time, the so-called ruthless mafia is not even qualified to carry shoes for this huge dark kingdom.

Remember, we Chinese not only have thousands of years of history, we also have a subtle weapon, and your efforts will be celebrated many years later, because you have used the weapon of culture on another front to fully invade a country with shallow roots. You have to remember that the people you are assisting will no longer be the underworld in many years. After the baptism of the years, they will gradually become a brand-new collective, a collective that can be engaged in business, politics, and even form a political party and elect spokespersons...... Although we all regard the revival of this nation as our highest mission. But in foreign countries, the national interests of some countries do not even outweigh the interests of a small class......"

Li Chunyang doesn't know what that not-so-distant future will look like, and he can't imagine what it will be like when an underground force can invade various industries and sectors in this country, he only knows that he will work hard to do it, as a pawn under the boss, and spend decades on the land of the United States, firmly take root and stabilize the situation.

He didn't know if his boss would succeed if he had calculated or not, he only knew that his only mission was to carry out this task that would never exist.

"Crackling ......"

In the bustling Chinatown, in front of an elegant Chinese building, a large crowd of people are lighting firecrackers and cheering happily, and even a few white policemen are looking at this side from a distance with their hands crossed.

Today is not the opening of steamed bun shops, nor the opening of Chinese restaurants, but the opening of a martial arts hall specializing in teaching Chinese kung fu. After seeing the fists and legs of several masters at the opening ceremony, there were already seven or eight white young men eagerly waiting to sign up.

On the plaque of the martial arts hall, the three gilded characters "Jingwu Pavilion" are scorching, and there is not even an English remark, giving people a strong visual impact.

Seeing that the opening ceremony was halfway through, a few white men in wide practice robes suddenly came, one by one, their breasts were exposed, their muscles bulged, and the onlookers couldn't back down slightly, so they were gently pulled by their shoulders and fell to the ground. A few sharp-eyed white disciples had already recognized the person, Peter, the owner of the Alia Street Sanda Training Center, and several of his proud disciples. Peter, who was called Hercules, was a well-known Hercules in several streets near and far.

Not long after they arrived, another group of men came from the east end of the street, with strange hair and large wooden shoes, but no one recognized them.

"Sheriff Hawkes, we are here to compete with the Jingwu Pavilion today, I hope you don't stop you." Peter's tower-like body stood in front of the gray-haired Sheriff Hawkes, who had no objections for a long time, and brought him a few papers, indicating that he could compete as long as he signed them, and it was not a disturbance to the public order. This kind of competition between martial arts halls has been seen often in the past two years. Especially in the martial arts halls opened by the Chinese, there are often people of all kinds to challenge. And this newly opened martial arts gym seems to be in trouble today.

"Hello, honorable sheriff, we're here to compete." After the group of people with tied hair came over, a middle-aged man led by him, grabbed Hawkes, the old man only felt that his wrist was as if he was being bound by a red-hot iron ring, seeing that the other party was really fierce, and his face was kind, he knew that he had suffered the secret loss of this person, and he took out a few pieces of paper with one hand and gave it to him, and did not even say the format, let him fill it in.

The middle-aged man casually drew a ghost talisman on it, and then led a few people to push away the crowd and followed Peter and the others in, Sheriff Hawkes didn't recognize what it was after looking at it for a long time.

"You're all here to challenge?" The man surnamed Chen was dressed in a practice uniform, and in the huge martial arts training ground, this chair placed under the martial arts character was so prominent.

"Yes, I'm Peter, the head coach of the Alia Street Sanda Training Center."

"Rio Tanaka, karate."

The two replied through an interpreter.

"The martial arts of our Jingwu Gym, one soft and one strong, you can choose one for each of you. One side sends a representative to fight. ”

"I choose the one with the most strength." Peter learned the meaning of this Chinese from the translator and said viciously, "If you lose, I will smash your signboard." ”

Tanaka Rikuma sneered: "Pavilion Master Chen, if you lose, I can consider giving you a plaque for free." ”

The man surnamed Chen shook his head, Huo Ran stood up, untied the practice clothes on his body, and revealed his strong muscles, "I also tried with your peers when I was in Shanghai, but at that time, I was too soft-hearted, and I always thought that martial arts was just a victory to virtue, since you came to the door at this time, let me win with martial arts from today on." ”

While listening to the verbosity and nagging of the little agent next to him, Sergeant Hawkes asked for a pot of Chinese tea boredly, and sat in the teahouse looking at the Jingwu Hall opposite. According to previous experience, after another half an hour, you can go to check the situation yourself, as long as you don't die, no matter how you compete, it's okay.

"Poor Chinese, it's not easy to open a martial arts gym. On the first day, I was hit by two groups of people, damn Peter, damn ghost, God, I'm not a racist, God forbid, don't kill anyone......"

However, the next moment, he squirted out a mouthful of tea, spraying the little detective who was nagging and worried about the situation in the martial arts hall on the other side.

"Ah......" The little detective looked back, only to see the Jingwu Pavilion surrounded by people, the crowd got out of the way, and the disciples of the Jingwu Pavilion dragged a white man who was beaten to the point of only half his life and walked out and threw it directly into the street.

No one sympathized with those people, and even the Americans present were cheering for the Jingwu Gym, these people were not worthy of sympathy, they just wanted to learn Chinese kung fu. Although they didn't see the duel inside, the dozen or so people who were thrown out of the scene had already explained that both the seemingly ghostly Yue himself and Peter the Hercules were thrown out like sandbags.

A young Jingwu Pavilion disciple even stepped on the head of the leader himself, while saying something loudly.

"What is he talking about?" Sergeant Hawkes turned back and asked the Chinese owner of the store.

"Oh, honorable Sergeant Hawkes." The tea shop owner came to his senses, spread his hands, and said, "That young man said: You group of East Asian sick men, stay away from our Chinese authentic martial arts hall. ”

(To be continued)