Yuan Haoyun often stays up late these days and is under great pressure from work.

There is indeed some disharmony with Cheng Silin when sleeping.

But he didn't admit that it was because of his own incompetence, he was just in a bad state.

Lame Hua was not angry, but muttered: "Young man, don't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment. In fact, I know a little bit about Chinese medicine. You need to be treated as soon as possible. I have a secret recipe in my hand that can strengthen the foundation and strengthen the body.

I have a fate with you two today, I will sell it to you for eight hundred and eighty-eight dollars..."

He wanted to continue talking, but when he saw Yuan Haoyun's face getting worse and worse, he finally just took out a bottle of Dida wine.

"This is my secret drink. It's thirty-eight and eight yuan. I'll give you the fraction. You can give me forty."

"God fucking wiped it out..."

Chen Jiaju was speechless. He slammed the Asan Oil on the counter and said, "Refund the money."

"snort--"

Lame Hua glanced at Chen Jiaju, and then pulled out a sign with eight big characters written on it: Money and goods are due, no refund or exchange!

Then he suddenly smiled with a smile on his face: "Even if you don't need it now, you can still prepare it. There will always be times when people are unable to do what they want.

Besides, prices are rising every day now. If you leave it alone for ten or eight years now, it will appreciate in value by then."

Chen Jiaju was suddenly moved by what the other party said about his inability to do what he wanted. He specifically picked up the sacred oil and took a look at it.

Then he angrily slammed the thing on the counter.

"What's the point of being stored for ten or eight years? This is an expired product. The shelf life is only one year, but the production date is the year before last."

He was so angry that this kind of thing was very private.

If he hadn't been careful and used this expired product, he would have been in trouble if he was affected.

"Ah, has it expired? Let me take a look."

When Lame Hua heard what Chen Jiaju said, his face was a little confused. He took a bottle of divine oil and took a look at it, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, don't worry. This thing is the same as wine. The longer it is kept, the better the effect will be."

"As for the shelf life issue, you don't have to worry, it's the shelf life of the bottle, not the shelf life of the contents.

You wait..."

Lame Hua looked serious, and for a moment Chen Jiaju was not sure whether what the other party said was true or false.

While he was talking, he picked up a pen from the counter and added a vertical stroke on the "1" printed on the bottle with a shelf life of "one year".

But after thinking about it, he seemed to feel uneasy, so he deliberately added the word "hundred" a little bit behind the newly written "ten".

In this way, the shelf life becomes "100 years".

"Do you think we are fucking idiots? How can the shelf life be written like this?"

Chen Jiaju suddenly felt that Lame Hua's style was a bit familiar.

"Oh, what can't be written about this? Tell me, who wrote the previous shelf life?"

Lame Hua didn't think there was anything wrong with his approach, but instead started asking Chen Jiaju.

"...It should be the manufacturer of bottles."

Chen Jiaju couldn't understand Lame Hua's thoughts, so he had to tell the truth.

"Yes, the bottle manufacturer marks the shelf life of the bottles it produces. The medicine inside is secretly produced by me. Is there anything wrong with me writing the shelf life?"

"Is there really no problem?"

Chen Jiaju scratched his head. He didn't go to school much, so he really didn't know if there was any problem.

"It seems like this, whoever produces it will write the shelf life."

Yuan Haoyun didn't study much either. Chen Jiaju asked the wrong person.

"Aren't you Uncle Da?"

Suddenly, a head emerged between Chen Jiaju and Yuan Haoyun.

"Ghost!"

The lame Hua who was standing in the grocery store was startled by the head that suddenly emerged. Then he yelled, picked up a rolling pin and knocked it down.

Peng——

Zhou Xingxing was hit hard on the head, but he did not faint.

"Why do you hit someone?"

Chen Jiaju grabbed the opponent's rolling pin and looked at Zhou Xingxing worriedly.

"Sure enough it's not, it scared me to death."

Zhou Xingxing was hit with a rolling pin, but he didn't care. On the contrary, he was very happy when he confirmed Lame Hua's identity.

It turned out that this guy had not spoken before because the moment he saw Lame Hua, he thought he had met Cao Dahua.

His relationship with Cao Dahua was a bit bad during this period.

I am afraid that the other party will report me if they find out that I am messing around outside.

So when Chen Jiaju was buying medicine just now, he hid on purpose.

Otherwise, when Lame Hua saw his appearance, he would have immediately known that the other party was here to buy drinks.

"I heard that you are good at kung fu?"

Zhou Xingxing looked at Lame Hua very hesitantly, and then thought for a long time before asking.

When Lame Hua heard Zhou Xingxing's words, his eyes suddenly lit up, his eyes widened to the maximum extent, and then he raised his head and raised his chest, acting like he was an expert in the world.

"I have always been indifferent to fame and wealth, and I have been living in seclusion for many years. Where did you find out about my story?"

"Is he really good at martial arts?"

Chen Jiaju and Yuan Haoyun were so shocked that their jaws dropped.

However, the two of them took a closer look at each other and found that there was indeed a story written on each other's face.

"Don't you have a signboard here? Can you be really good at writing it?"

Zhou Xingxing picked up a plaque from the side and placed it in front of Lame Hua.

"Forehead--"

Lame Hua rolled his eyes and touched his beer belly.

"Now that you know it, I can no longer hide my identity."

"Yes, I have practiced kung fu."

when--

While Lame Hua was talking, the wall of the grocery store suddenly collapsed, revealing the room inside.

Hua Hua Hua——

The lights came on, and the radio nearby also played the soundtrack in time.

Lame Hua limped to a wall with the words "Ancient Chinese Boxing" printed on it and introduced it.

"I am the master of ancient Chinese boxing.

You can call me [Devil Muscular Man].

Bruce Lee and I are brothers, and I taught Jackie Chan their martial arts.

But I've always been indifferent to fame and wealth, so I just lived in this grocery store.

Look, these are pictures of me, Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan."

If you don't count his limp, these words are really impressive.

"Hey, I've never heard of Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan."

Zhou Xingxing looked up and down at Lame Hua. He was so fat and had the nerve to be called a devil muscleman. So Zhou Xingxing could also be called the most handsome man in the world.

After all, a man with crazy muscles can have no muscles, so he doesn't need to care whether he is handsome or not.

"Hey, Jiaju, why do I think this guy named Jackie Chan looks similar to you?"

Yuan Haoyun's attention was on the photo that Lame Hua took out.

That guy named Jackie Chan really looks like Chen Jiaju.

"His nose is not as big as mine."

Chen Jiaju also stepped forward to take a closer look and finally made an evaluation.

Well, when he said this, he actually felt a little guilty.

"Your legs are lame, can you still fight?"

Among the three, Chen Jiaju is the most pragmatic. Originally, he did not believe in the so-called ancient Chinese boxing techniques.
To be continued...