Chapter 55: The King of Guns

"Ghost King!"

"It's okay if you call Ada." The ghost king said with a chrysanthemum on his face.

Fu Qiu just glanced at him: "What are your plans next?" ”

Ghost Wang Da smiled and said directly: "My martial arts are basically practiced to the end, and I have earned a lot of money over the years, next, I plan to open another grocery store, and at the same time maintain the martial arts hall, to see if I can find a suitable heir." ”

Fu Qiu nodded, this is similar to the original trajectory, it seems that this guy has broken his legs, which is a kind of plan.

The broken leg couldn't be said to be in response to his wishes, and with a suitable name, he quit completely.

Fu Qiu then asked, "I plan to open a martial arts gym, are you interested in becoming a coach?" The scale of my martial arts hall is definitely larger than that of you, and it will be easier for you to find a suitable successor. ”

"But...... I'm not very good at teaching ordinary people. ”

Ghost Wang Da was a little hesitant, he was only suitable for teaching geniuses, teaching geniuses suitable for his inheritance.

Fu Qiu shook his head: "It doesn't matter, I have my own arrangements." ”

A coach who can teach people is a good coach, but a coach who can beat people is also very valuable.

Even the latter is more important!

Opening a martial arts hall, to be precise, is a chain martial arts hall, which stems from the experience of him and Feng Yuxiu in the previous life.

The follow-up also includes the organization and promotion of various series of professional boxing tournaments, and it is natural to make money.

Moreover, Fu Qiu can also communicate and learn from various masters in the process.

To be honest, the business model of the martial arts hall in this era is relatively backward in Fu Qiu's opinion, and it is very average in terms of positioning, promotion, and making money.

……

In the evening, Fu Qiu was eating fish balls against a roadside food stall, and suddenly saw a familiar face and couldn't help but smile.

It was a handsome woman in a white suit, standing right next to a phone booth.

He just wanted to strike up a conversation.

Not far away, there was a sexy woman in a short black skirt, heavy makeup, and fancy dress, standing at the entrance of a somewhat dimly lit street.

waved her arms at the people who came and went, looking like a woman standing on the street.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a suit and tie and glasses stepped forward to ask for the price.

"Hey, miss, I don't know what the price is?"

The sexy woman gave him a charming look: "Then it depends on what you want to do?" ”

"Of course it's a full set, it's all night, who made you look so sexy." The middle-aged man said, and wanted to tease a few words.

The next moment, four or five people rushed over from all directions, and the woman in the white suit was one of them.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man was taken off the beaten path.

The handsome woman in a white suit looked at him coldly and showed her police ID.

"Don't move, Royal Hong Kong Police, I arrest you now for inciting others in a public place for immoral purposes."

The middle-aged still wants to quibble: "Who said that?" Is there any evidence? ”

"Of course there is evidence! I'm the witness! ”

The woman in the black skirt stood up, and a police card also appeared in her hand, and she said eloquently: "Molerating with the police, you, the crime is one more degree!" ”

The middle-aged man only felt unprecedentedly wronged, and shouted: "You are fishing law enforcement, I don't admit it." ”

"If you don't admit it, it doesn't count, just admit it to the judge."

Several male police officers turned their hands on the middle-aged man, ready to press him back to the police station.

Fishing with female policemen is the basic operation of the police, and no experienced person will be fooled.

Not far away, Fu Qiu witnessed such a fishing law enforcement with his own eyes, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for the middle age.

There are too many liars, and they are all routines.

Shaking his head, he picked up a drink, and he crossed the street towards the street stall on another street.

Boom!

Under Fu Qiu's intentional or unintentional steps, he collided with the heroic female police officer, and the drink in his hand was also scattered on the ground.

"Excuse me!"

Cheng Xiaodong took a step back, and when he saw Fu Qiu, whose shirt was wet, he hurriedly apologized.

Fu Qiu stood firm, waved his hand and smiled: "It's okay, I did it on purpose." ”

Cheng Xiaodong frowned: "What do you mean?" ”

Fu Qiu smiled: "It's not interesting, I want you to remember me." ”

Looking at the man in front of him, Cheng Xiaodong shook his head: "I'm sorry, I have no plans to teach my husband and children for the time being." ”

"It doesn't matter, everyone has the right to pursue their ideal life, my name is Fu Qiu, how about making friends?"

Fu Qiu stretched out his hand.

Cheng Xiaodong also stretched out his hand and shook it slightly.

"My name is Cheng Xiaodong, and as you can see, I am a police officer."

Fu Qiu raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You are very suitable to be a policeman." ”

"How?"

Fu Qiu smiled: "You look very heroic, you are suitable for a career in sports at first glance, and, I promise, you will definitely be able to raise the appearance of the police in Hong Kong." ”

Cheng Xiaodong smiled lightly: "Thank you for the compliment, okay, I'm leaving." ”

Fu Qiu waved his hand: "See you later." ”

On the other side, several policemen whispered: "See, that man talked to the boss just now, and the boss actually laughed." ”

The policewoman in the black dress glanced at them, looking at Fu Qiu's back, stargazing.

"The parents are so handsome, if I were replaced, I would have laughed a long time ago, the boss is too reserved."

……

Weekends, in the park.

Fu Qiu and Zhong Guoqiang were roasting the meat, and Mary was flying a kite on the side.

"I'm sorry, I'm late."

At this time, a young man in a leather jacket walked over and said words of apology.

Fu Qiu looked at his face, which was three points similar to Zhong Guoqiang, and then spoke: "Who is this?" ”

Zhong Guoqiang smiled and introduced: "This is my cousin, Peng Yixing, English name rick, just graduated this year. ”

He introduced to Peng Yixing again: "This is Mary's boyfriend, my former colleague, Fu Qiu, whose English name is Chris." ”

Fu Qiu smiled and stretched out his hand to shake his hand: "Hello, Mr. Peng." ”

Peng Yixing also smiled: "Chris, just call me Rick." ”

As soon as he shook hands, Peng Yixing didn't feel the slightest mistake, but Fu Qiu paid attention.

Because, he clearly felt the calluses of the tiger's mouth, the familiar shape, this is definitely a perennial gun practice.

"Ah Xing, I heard that you won the first place in another college student shooting competition, which is really good!" Zhong Guoqiang said.

Peng Yixing shook his head: "These competitions are not technical, I have signed up for the Hong Kong Shooting Competition, hoping to find some qualified opponents." ”

"By the way, cousin, how does it feel to be a priest?"

Zhong Guoqiang nodded: "Very good, probably similar to the feeling you feel when you hold a gun." ”

"That's pretty good."

Fu Qiu listened to the exchange between the two, thought in his heart for a while, and finally labeled the cousin in front of him - the king of guns.

This guy is the villain in the King of Guns, a top shooter, after a certain shooting blood, gradually dissatisfied with the shooting competition, began to look for the thrill of shooting real people.

"I'm also interested in shooting, can Rick point me along?"

Peng Yixing smiled heartily: "Of course you can, I'm teaching in a shooting hall now, you can come to me when you have time." ”

Fu Qiu nodded, and Mary finally ran over with the kite.

"Wow, Cousin Rick, long time no see."

Peng Yixing smiled: "Cousin, you really have a vision, and the boyfriend you are looking for is so beautiful." ”

Mary smiled, "My cousin has won the prize." ”