"Come to a catty of fritters and a bowl of soy milk, put more sugar in soy milk!"

In a breakfast shop, a slightly balding middle-aged uncle is holding a rolling pin with a baby's wrist thickness and constantly pressing a ball of noodles, and on the board, there are many sticks of different sizes and thicknesses, in terms of quantity, far more than the rolling pins needed by ordinary breakfast shops!

Looking at the sticks erected on the side of the wall, Bei Mingyu smiled and said to the boss who brought a bowl of soy milk: "Boss, you said that there are a lot of sticks in the store!" ”

"Hey, it's just a clothes pole, it's more normal!"

Smiling and wiping his hands, the ghost oil seller took a few fritters from the newspaper for Bei Mingyu and placed them on the table.

"You don't seem to have a good business."

Looking at the empty stalls in the store, Bei Mingyu chatted with the ghost oil seller without words, and when the sun was shining and everyone was gone, Bei Mingyu told his purpose.

"Boss, are you still taking apprentices?"

"Sir, I can't support myself in this small stall, but I don't have the ability to raise an apprentice." While cleaning, the ghost oil seller said.

"I'm not talking about your churros, and that!"

Bei Mingyu heard the breakfast shop owner snorting to himself, pointed to the sticks erected on the wall and said, "Use Yang Wulang's gossip stick to roll the dough, and the boss is not afraid that the ancestor will find you in his dream?" ”

"Find something to eat, the ancestors will understand!" Putting away all the smiles on his face, the ghost oil seller clenched the broom, stared at Bei Mingyu and said, "I don't know what Your Excellency is looking for me?" ”

"Learn from a teacher!" Bei Mingyu took out three gold bars and put them on the table in a stack, pointed to the gold bars and said, "This is an apprenticeship, I don't know if it's enough?" ”

Looking at the gold bars on the table, the ghost oil seller frowned, and said, "I'm sorry, I don't accept apprentices, Your Excellency should go back!" ”

"I really don't accept apprentices!" Staring at the owner of the breakfast shop, Bei Mingyu still hadn't given up, "The boss works hard to make breakfast every day, instead of letting the Gorou gossip stick be dusty here, why not shine in my hands!" ”

The ghost oil seller stretched out his arm and pointed out the door, saying, "Sir, please go back!" ”

"Okay, since the boss is unwilling to accept apprentices, then I will leave first and come back to visit another day."

Walking out of the door, Bei Mingyu went straight to the tailor shop, "Master tailor, I want to make clothes!" ”

"I wonder what kind of clothes Mr. wants to make? I have all kinds of clothes here! ”

The rotten tailor pinched the orchid finger and said with a smile, and Bei Mingyu's eyelids jumped, and he resisted the urge to punch him.

"Practice clothes, use the best fabric."

Bei Mingyu stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, allowing the rotten tailor to take a soft ruler and draw on his body, recording the data of his body.

Looking up at the iron ring of the bamboo pole on the roof, Bei Mingyu asked, "Master, what material are your kung fu clothes made of?" ”

"I don't wear practice clothes!" Subconsciously replied, and the rotten tailor closed his mouth tightly and stopped talking!

"Oh, why, is it because of the rules or because of something else!" Bei Mingyu asked, "The heir of the Hong family's iron fist, isn't it that he doesn't even have a practice uniform!" ”

"Sir, are you buying clothes or asking questions?" Asked impatiently, the rotten tailor picked up a notebook and wrote down all the data he had just measured, and said to Bei Mingyu: "Your data has been memorized, pay the deposit first!" ”

Handing the rotten tailor two pieces of ocean, Bei Mingyu smiled and said: "Make two more pieces, it's better to make two more night clothes, just be strong!" ”

"Okay, sir, do you have any more requests!" Listening to Bei Mingyu's words, the tailor's eyelids jumped, and his face did not change.

"What a request!" Bei Mingyu nodded and said, "I once heard that Cai Zan, a wealthy businessman in Guangzhou and Henan, and Wu Xiguan, a wealthy son, had hired Tie Sanqiao to teach art at home at a high price, so do you still accept apprentices?" ”

"Sir, don't be kidding, who is Tetsusanqiao? That's one of the Ten Tigers of Guangdong, known as the master of Hongquan, how dare I compare with him with this little kung fu, teaching others is just misleading people's children. ”

The rotten tailor waved his hand, looking embarrassed, looking at Beimingyu's spicy eyes!

Placing the three gold bars on the table as usual, Bei Mingyu said proudly: "Back then, the rich businessman hired Tie Sanqiao at a high price to collect the art, and I Bei Mingyu did the same, these are enough?" ”

Looking at Huang Cancan's gold bars, the tailor just wanted to speak, when he saw Bei Mingyu take out three gold bars from his pocket and arrange them on the table, and said, "Is it enough?" ”

"This, this, why should you embarrass me, sir?" The rotten tailor looked at the gold bars on the table, and his face was hesitant, as if he was struggling with whether to agree to Bei Mingyu.

"Master, you can think about it."

Putting away the gold bar, Bei Mingyu arched his hand to the rotten tailor and said, "I hope I can hear good news when I receive my clothes!" ”

Looking at the back of Bei Mingyu, the tailor's face was full of pain, money, a lot of money! If you can buy a lot of precious medicinal materials, maybe you can break through the dark energy, do you want to agree?

Bei Mingyu naturally didn't know the entanglement of the rotten tailor, he was talking to the coolie now!

"Are you really willing to pay so much money to hire me as your martial artist?"

Looking at the gold bars on the table, the coolie was full of greed, he usually didn't even have enough to eat, he knew the value of money better than anyone else, and now when he saw someone hire him at a high price, he immediately agreed.

Of course, Coolie Qiang also told Bei Mingyu that he was only responsible for teaching Bei Mingyu, and would not be his thug, let alone do anything that violated the morality of the rivers and lakes! In this regard, Bei Mingyu nodded in agreement, and handed over ten yuan to the coolie, asked him to pay off the rent owed to the charter wife, and promised him to come back tomorrow to pick him up.

Leaving the pigpen walled city, Bei Mingyu went straight to the bank, exchanged a batch of gold in his hand for the ocean, and began the journey of buying a house.

After some selection, Bei Mingyu finally bought a small house on the second floor, the house covers an area that is not large, but it also has a small yard that can be used for martial arts, and once the gate is closed, no one knows what happened inside.

After hiring two more nannies, Bei Mingyu is considered to have implemented his heels in this world, just waiting for the evening to come, to meet with the chartered couple, if you can get their approval, you can really have the capital to become stronger, after all, whether it is Tai Chi or Lion Roar Gong, it is a peerless study in the martial arts platoon, and learning one is enough to make your combat power soar!

Taking advantage of the fact that there was still some time before the evening, Bei Mingyu took out a notebook and looked through it carefully.

This notebook records the information that he copied before he came to this plane, such as the iron fist, the martial arts that exist in reality and can be searched through Baidu, Bei Mingyu completely copied them, but no one taught, many places Bei Mingyu didn't understand, self-exploration is half the effort, it's better to pay a lot of money to hire a good teacher!