; Brother.

; Don't, you don't even understand the teacher, you can't afford it.

; So what should I call you?

; Qin Zhan, Qin, it's all right.

; Okay, Senior Brother Qin.

; Depend on!

Lao Qin is completely out of line, he can still threaten two sentences and beat someone else, but Xiao Diao's skinny skin and bones can blow away when the wind gusts, he is afraid that he will accidentally beat the other party to death.

The cheek is quite thick-skinned, and there is no frustration at all about losing the game, and he pesters Lao Qin when he gets out of the ring, saying that he has to climb a relative, and his attitude is very good, so he is not angry.

The eagle's real name is Yoriss Klein, with light yellow hair and pale green eyes, and he claims that his grandfather is Romanian, and his ancestors may be Romans, and his blood has long been impure.

In Lao Guo's words, the strings of Jingba Bomei Tibetan mastiffs.

The family is an audio-visual product store, and it is said that the scale is quite large, since his grandfather's generation began to worship Bruce Lee, when other people's children watched cats and mice, he watched "Tangshan Big Brother".

So he tossed himself into what he is today.

; Jacob Bucain, nicknamed "Werewolf", and Rakasha Russell, you can call him, Rakqa. Lao Qin acts as an introducer; He is Yoris Klein, whose Chinese name is Li Xiaodiao.

The three of them greeted each other, and Kane asked with a frown; Are you a boxer?

; No, I'm a Jew Fighter!, the eagle cares about this, revealing his batback again; See, I'm here to prove that Jeet Kune Do is the best martial art in the world!

; The result?

; I lost. This guy raised his head, not ashamed but proud; But I lost to my brother, so it doesn't mean that I failed, it's just that I didn't practice hard enough.

; I haven't learned Jeet Kune Do, and besides, don't call me brother.

; Wing Chun was created by Patriarch Lee, and you also use Wing ......

; You wait a while! Lao Qin interrupted sharply, and his face suddenly became gloomy; Who told you that Wing Chun was created by Bruce Lee?

; My Master.

The little eagle seems to be missing a string in its head, and it is full of words:; My name was also given by him, the senior brother is called Li Xiaobao, the second senior brother is called Li Xiaowolf, and the third senior brother is called ......

; So your master's name is Li Xiaohu, right?

; How do you know?

Lao Qin couldn't cry or laugh, not to mention that he hadn't entered Wing Chun Hall yet, even if the little senior brother was here, he probably wouldn't have to deal with a fool, didn't this family have a problem with their brains?

Otherwise, how could three generations of grandparents be deceived?

; Remember, the founder of Wing Chun was named Yim Wing Chun, and Bruce Lee was her fifth-generation descendant, but he also learned many other martial arts techniques that led to the creation of Jeet Kune Do.

In fact, there are different theories about the origin of Wing Chun.

Yim Wing Chun studied under Wu Mei Shi Tai, and Wu Mei Shi Tai is one of the five elders of Southern Shaolin, and it has not been said exactly whether Wing Chun was passed on by her or founded by Yim Wing Chun in combination with other martial arts.

It's hard to say what the first generation is.

Leung Pok Yan is the husband of Yim Wing Chun, husband and wife, so he cannot be regarded as the first generation of Wing Chun disciples, in the order of Leung Er Di, Ryazan , Chan Wah Shun , Ip Man, Bruce Lee just happened to be the fifth generation.

Xiao Diao's face turned blue and white for a while.

The lie has been told a thousand times and it has become the truth, he thinks that his idol and his ancestor have been humiliated, but he can't beat each other, so he can only sacrifice his life for righteousness and linger for ten years.

; Don't believe it, do you?

; Well!

; In this way, you took me to your master, maybe I misunderstood? This thing had a sincere expression, but secretly made up his mind to take the little senior brother to meet the big liar named Li Xiaohu.

; Okay, but I have one condition.

; Let's talk about it.

; You have to apologize to me, you have to admit that you are my brother, and in the future, you have to try to prove that Jeet Kune Do is the best martial art in the world, just like me. Xiaodiao looked serious and full of confidence.

; Deal.

The old yin high-fived him as an alliance, and Jennifer blinked not far away, even happier - Qin didn't have a contract with everyone with a hook tail, maybe he was still the only one!

......

; Little Dragon Kung Fu Gym?

Liang Xing frowned and looked at the signboard, Xiaodiao didn't understand Chinese, but he was no stranger to "Xiaolong" and "Xiaohu", the word "Kung Fu" is also transliterated in English, and he said excitedly:

; That's right, Jeet Kune Do here is the most authentic.

The little senior brother is not good at dealing with fools, so he snorted coldly and was about to push the door and get out of the car, Lao Qin was afraid that he would hit him when he entered the door, so he stopped with a smile: ; Wait, I'll find a parking space first, and let's open our eyes together.

; What is it!

; Hey, in the eyes of foreigners, Bruce Lee's movies are Chinese kung fu.

; Brother, can I kick the gym?

; What are we going to do if you don't kick the hall? This thing asked rhetorically, and hurriedly reminded:; But you don't want to hit people when you see them, you can't kick the plaque or anything, be careful that people call the police.

; If you don't fight, don't tear down the plaque, it's still called kicking?

; Fight and dismantle, but you have to go through the procedure. Lao Qin smiled with bad intentions; I'm a serious amateur boxer, and I'm here to learn and make a bet.

Liang Xing's stomach was on fire, and he was amused by him.

; Welcome ...... three people to enter the door, a fat man in a yellow jumpsuit greeted him, and after seeing the small eagle, he asked; Aren't you boxing, Klein? Who are they?

; Exchange of experiences.

Lao Qin spoke first, and while speaking, the tip of his elbow lightly pushed on Xiao Diao's ribs, but it didn't hurt, but it just happened to be at the moment when Xiao Diao inhaled, and knocked what he wanted to say back into his stomach.

; It's all Chinese, it's not necessary to eat together, right?

The fat man's face was ugly, and he changed to a soft voice in Chinese, what kind of exchange experience, to put it bluntly, isn't it just kicking the hall? Look at the little eagle with a confused face, you can guess the cause and effect without asking.

; Knowingly committing a crime, the crime will be added to the first degree! Tell your pavilion master to come out!

The little brother was furious, and Lao Qin's words were all forgotten by him, thinking that foreigners didn't know how to pretend to understand, but he didn't expect that "Bruce Lee founded Wing Chun" actually came from the mouth of a Chinese.

; What are you doing? The owner is not here!

; The seventh generation disciple of Wing Chun, Foshan Wing Chun Tong, Liang Xing!

; What is passed on or not, hurry up, and if you don't leave, I'll call the police.

The fat man drove flies into 911 with one hand and out with the other, the little senior brother clenched his fists, but was pushed backwards again and again, only then did he remember Lao Qin's advice, and regretted it in his heart.

; Brother, what are you talking about?

Xiao Diao finally relieved himself, but unfortunately no one in the audience ignored him, Lao Qin took out his mobile phone with a smile and asked the fat man: ; Report, you look for the police, I look for the media, do you want to try?

; Brother, be a man and leave a line, and the day ......

; Don't, I'm not good at this, take us to meet Li Xiaohu, OK?

The fat man thought for a long time before he understood that he was driving, and immediately turned his face on the board:; Klein, please your friends out, they are not welcome here.

; Brother, what's going on?

Xiao Diao was still confused, but Lao Qin and Liang Xing glanced at each other, this time the little senior brother was honest, and gestured to pull the lock on his mouth, Lao Qin smiled and waved his hand, and said loudly:

; The one behind the wall, the shadow is leaking out!

; Syllable!

; Boom!

; Oops!

One sentence stirred up a chain reaction, and the fat man hurriedly rushed into the room, only to see the bucket overturning, and a middle-aged man in a Tang costume with a shiny head and a big beard was holding his waist and shouting.

; Dad, are you alright?

The bearded man was burly, but at this time he was sweating profusely, and the floor was spilled with water everywhere, and he tried several times without success, so he had to ask for help:; Helped me up, helped me up, and my waist twisted.

; Yo he, why is Master Xiaohu so careless?

No one stopped him, and Lao Qin walked into the room leisurely - in fact, the beard didn't show a shadow at all, it was he and the little senior brother who heard each other's breathing and casually lied.

; Little brother, you have the wrong person.

; Master, how are you?

Two voices sounded at the same time, and the bearded face sank and looked at the little eagle coldly: Who are you?

; Master, I'm Li Xiaodiao!

; Shut up! Who is your master! I ......

; Stop! Isn't it interesting to pretend not to know? Lao Qin interrupted impatiently; Ming people don't say dark words, for the sake of your injury, the plaque is removed, we are leaving, we can't say a word.

As he spoke, he knocked on the wall casually and found that it was an asbestos tile, so he retracted his arm slightly, and punched less than five centimeters from the wall, blasting out a transparent hole in the front and back.

; Boom!

The fat man swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and swallowed the cruel words that were about to be exported back into his stomach, liars also have to do their homework, such a close distance, so much power, which one is not an inch fist?

; Little brother, do you have to kill them all? The bearded man no longer pretended, narrowed his eyes and said coldly: I'm not afraid to tell you, I'm here in Hongmen's field, are you sure you want to step on the field?

; Tut-tut, there are so many people who are not afraid of death these years. Lao Qin shook his head, took out his mobile phone, dialed, and turned on hands-free:; Hey, third brother, I met another person who cheated money under the banner of Hongmen.

; Where?

This goods road idiot, and never remember what street, which road, when I heard the words, I wanted to open the map, but the bearded man took the initiative to speak:; Old man Hong Jianqiang, which brother is Hongmen opposite?

; ...... Black Flag steward Li Jiaqi.

; How is the hall master lately?

; Thank you, Uncle Liang is fine.

The third brother seemed to be a different person, his words were respectful, and he didn't even dare to say a mantra, Lao Qin and Liang Xing looked at each other until the bearded man rubbed his waist and left, and the fat man sneered and stretched out his hand to pick up people.

; Go out and say.

Lao Qin knew that there must be a situation here, so he pulled Liang Xing with a complicated face and walked out of the martial arts hall. ! I'll see you break your leg next time!

; Brother......

; Eat inside and out, get out!

The fat man took off the nunchucks from the hook and waved them quite bluffingly, and the eagle was frightened and retreated, until he exited the main entrance of the martial arts hall, he still looked confused, and he didn't understand why he was driven away.

; Third brother, what's the situation?

Lao Qin beckoned and motioned for Xiaodiao to come over, this kid is stupid and cute, and it makes people feel guilty about lying to him, Li Laosan sighed on the phone: ; After the hero, junior brother, forget it.

......

On May 6, 1882, the National Assembly of the United States passed the only bill in the history of the Mi Lijia that restricted the prohibition of immigrants - the "Law on the Implementation of the Provisions of the Chinese Treaty".

This is also known as the Chinese Exclusion Act.

The core content of this is: Absolutely ban Chinese workers from entering the country for 10 years; all other Chinese living in the United States will be deported without proper documents; and in the future, no Chinese will be allowed to become Chinese nationals in the United States.

In 1884, the Chinese Exclusion Act was amended to further clarify that "the Act shall apply to all Chinese, regardless of their nationality", and that "previously arriving immigrants shall be allowed to leave and return to their home countries."

In 1888, the Scott Act again extended the Chinese Exclusion Act, prohibiting Chinese from returning after leaving the country.

In 1892, the Gift Act extended the Scott Act for another ten years.

In 1902, the 26th president, Theodore Roosevelt, even removed the time limit for the Chinese Exclusion Act until his nephew, the 32nd president, in 1943.

Sixty-two years!

Under the wave of anti-China in the whole country, countless gangs launched an attack on Hongmen under the banner of political correctness, either resisting or dying.

Hongmen chose to resist.

At that time, the Hongmen gang was more serious in nature, and to be honest, the resistance at that time was not for the survival of all the Chinese, but the Hongmen could not forget the predecessors who died for the gang.

Their orphans were supported by Hongmen and changed their surname to Hong.

These orphans grew up in Hongmen, and they were loyal to the community, and when they became adults, they expanded the territory of the community, during which they suffered countless deaths and injuries, and Hong Jianqiang's ancestors were one of them.

......

; So he deceived people under the sign of Hongmen? Liang Xing said unhappily: I don't care if he lied to foreigners, but he slandered me Wing Chun and said that Wing Chun was created by Bruce Lee, what do you say?

; Brother: Aren't you my own brother? Li Laosan repeatedly consoled: Dissipate your anger, don't be like him, he didn't violate the rules and harm his compatriots, and Hongmen is not easy to get ahead, right?

Liang Xing was about to say more, but was stopped by Lao Qin's hand.

; Third brother, there is no one else around, just a foreigner who still can't understand Chinese, you give the truth, Hongmen can't punish him, what about me and Brother Liang?

; Hehe, I know I can't hide it from you. Li Laosan's smile is particularly insidious:; Others don't dare to say it, you two must be fine, let Liang Xingshang, I and my father don't look good when you make a move.

; Gotcha!

Lao Qin put away his mobile phone, pressed Liang Xing, who turned his head and wanted to go inside, and said angrily: What's the hurry, my daughter-in-law is waiting for me at home and I'm not as anxious as you, we have to clean up the whole thing first.

; What's the beginning and the end?

Lao Qin put away his mobile phone, pressed Liang Xing, who turned his head and wanted to go inside, and said angrily: What's the hurry, my daughter-in-law is waiting for me at home and I'm not as anxious as you, we have to clean up the whole thing first. Lao Qin put away his mobile phone, pressed Liang Xing, who turned his head and wanted to go inside, and said angrily: What's the hurry, my daughter-in-law is waiting for me at home and I'm not as anxious as you, we have to clean up the whole thing first. Lao Qin put away his mobile phone, pressed Liang Xing, who turned his head and wanted to go inside, and said angrily: What's the hurry, my daughter-in-law is waiting for me at home and I'm not as anxious as you, we have to clean up the whole thing first.

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