Yang Sheng’s advantage is not that easy to take.

Last time Chen Wenyao cheated him into a pot rice, and this time Yang Sheng also cheated him into a morning tea.

After walking out of the teahouse, Yang Sheng took out his mobile phone and dialed it to Chai Jiu first.

"Brother Chai Jiu, I am Yang Sheng.

I have a big business here and want to talk to you, and I want to bring Huang Juekun and Yin Tiancheng. Are you interested?"

Chai Jiu on the other side of the phone showed a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Big business? How big is it?"

"It is enough to change the situation in Hong Kong as big as that of a whole font!

Brother Chai Jiu, if you are interested, see you at Rongsheng Restaurant at 8 o'clock tomorrow night."

"OK."

Chai Jiu put down the phone and leaned towards the boss's chair.

"Akun, let the restaurant clear the venue at night and set up a table. Our chance to meet the Golden Horse Association is coming!"

Yang Sheng had Chai Jiu's contact information, but not Huang Juekun and Yin Tiancheng.

But it doesn't matter, he knows where Zhou Chengyuan and Tan Bokuan live.

These two people are very pure warriors. Yang Sheng and they were both not acquainted each other on the ring, so they had a few conversations.

Zhou Chengyuan is Huang Juekun's godson, and Huang Juekun can be said to be extremely fond of his godson.

Most of the chores in the club will not disturb Zhou Chengyuan on weekdays. With a special white paper fan to handle, he is so relaxed that he is a double flower red stick.

Huang Juekun even built a martial arts hall for Zhou Chengyuan to practice on weekdays.

Yang Sheng took a taxi to the gate of Yixing Martial Arts Hall. As soon as he approached the courtyard, he saw Zhou Chengyuan practicing Hongquan there.

Divide the inch, iron fist, hard bridge and hard horse, strong and domineering.

Last time, Yang Sheng told him that there was no need to forcefully integrate Mo Jiaquan with I-character Fuhuquan. Zhou Chengyuan really listened and began to turn to attack Hongquan.

"Master Xiao Zhou's Hongquan routine is really standard, with the style of Huang Feihong back then."

Zhou Chengyuan closed his fists and looked in the direction of Yang Sheng, and smiled bitterly: "Master Yang, don't joke, I, a defeated general, talk about what kind of style is not elegant.

But Master Yang, why did you suddenly come to me? Do you want to have a discussion?"

Yang Sheng shook his head and said, "No, I just want you to bring me a word to Mr. Huang from He Yixing."

"What's the matter?"

"Lei Luo, Lu Hao, was shocked. At 8 o'clock tonight, the General Office will be promoted to the restaurant and discuss it again."

Although Zhou Chengyuan did not participate in club affairs much, he was not an idiot who knew nothing.

Hearing these three keywords, Zhou Chengyuan's expression immediately became solemn, and he nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will bring the words."

After leaving the martial arts hall, Yang Sheng took a taxi directly to Hong Kong Mary Hospital.

After inquiring about the ward number from the front desk, Yang Sheng pushed open the door of the ward, and Tan Baikuan was inside to take care of his son for dinner.

There are two beds in a ward. The skinny old man on the left is his father, and a thin and pale seven or eight-year-old boy on the right is his son.

Yang Sheng took a look and found that the food was just a simple meat porridge, with just a little bit of meat.

"Yang Sheng?"

Tan Bokuan was stunned, as if he didn't expect Yang Sheng to come here.

Yang Sheng took out a red envelope and stuffed it into Tan Baikuan's hand, saying, "Buy some good supplements for the children and the elderly. This disease needs to improve one's own resistance."

Tan Bokuan subconsciously wanted to refuse, but when he touched the thickness of the red envelope, he hesitated for a moment and still put it away.

"Thank you, I'm in a hurry to use the money now."

Yang Sheng pointed to the outside and said, "Go out and chat."

The two of them sat on a chair outside the hospital, and Tan Bokuan took out a cigarette and handed it to Yang Sheng.

Yang Sheng shook his head and said, "I don't smoke. Cigarettes will relax my nerves. Smoking too much will affect my reaction speed.

You are from Wing Chun, you should know these things."

Tan Bokuan smiled bitterly: "Of course I know, but I couldn't care about these things at the beginning? At least a cigarette can make me sit quietly for a moment."

"The money Yin Tiancheng gave you is not enough?"

Tan Bokuan shook his head and said, "Enough, Brother Cheng has given me enough money, otherwise I wouldn't have switched my father and son to Mary's Hospital.

However, this disease is a bottomless pit. Even if the surgical fee is raised enough, the future money will be a bottomless pit.

I have promised Brother Cheng to officially join the number help, and for this reason my master scolded me and almost drove me out of the sect."

"Wing Chun has produced a Bruce Lee, and she is famous and has martial arts schools all over Hong Kong.

As a disciple of the four great kings of Wing Chun, you shouldn’t be so cheap even if you teach boxing, right?”

Tan Baikuan shook his head helplessly: "There are too many people who learn Wing Chun. I am not good at speaking. I don't look like a master, and I'm even less good at acting. How could those rich people choose me to teach boxing?

People play beautifully and imposingly, and look like masters, and they make a lot of money.

Only some ordinary people come to me to learn boxing, and they only think it is to strengthen their bodies.

But if that little money is used to remove the rent of the martial arts center, it will be enough to have enough food and clothing.

Let’s not talk about this for now. You came to me today, probably not just visiting the patients, right?”

Yang Sheng nodded and said, "I want you to help me give Yin Tiancheng a message. Now that you have officially joined the Number Gang, that's even better."

After repeating the words from Zhou Chengyuan to Tan Baikuan, Yang Sheng patted the other party on the shoulder and said, "If you need money in the future, you can go to Hong Shenglian to find Guilaowen, and he will help you."

After saying that, Yang Sheng left without waiting for Tan Bokuan to thank him.

He helped Tan Baikuan not because he felt sorry for the other party, but just felt a little emotional.

Tan Bokuan's experience is also the tragedy of the Mowu era.

Learn civil and martial arts, goods and imperial families.

This is true whether it is from ancient times or now.

But now the era of fist and foot skills has gradually disappeared.

Masters of Wing Chun Fist, like Tan Baikuan, are also poor and need to fall into the process of fighting black fists and gain a chance to save enough medical expenses.

After feeling emotion, Yang Sheng waited until nightfall and went straight to Rongsheng Restaurant of the General Office.

Zuo Kun had been waiting at the door. When he saw Yang Sheng coming, he took the initiative to greet him and said, "Brother Jiu has arranged a banquet. Huang Juekun from Yixing and Yin Tian from the Number Gang are here."

Yang Sheng nodded and followed Zuo Kun upstairs.

Pushing open the door of the private room, Yang Sheng said with a smile: "Thank you, the three big guys, for giving me face."

Chai Jiu pointed at Yang Sheng and laughed: "Boy, I am the one who gives you the most face. You even want me to treat you to dinner in the group. How can this be done in the world?"

Huang Juekun drank tea quietly and smiled, "This kid is smart."

If he hadn't made an appointment with the place in Rongsheng Restaurant, I wouldn't have come.

The older the world, the less courageous you are. What if someone gets shot in black?”

Yin Tiancheng was a little impatient, and frowned and said, "Yang Sheng, what exactly do you want to do when you ask us to come?"

Yang Sheng glanced at the dishes that had been arranged on the table, shook his head and said, "Brother Cheng is a little anxious. You probably don't have the heart to have a meal first.

Then I'll get straight to the point. Everyone should have guessed that I want to touch Lei Luo and Qiu Hao. The major change in Hong Kong's word is right in front of you, right in your hands!"

Even though they had vaguely guessed what Yang Sheng meant before, they were still shocked when they heard Yang Sheng say it with their own ears.

Yin Tiancheng sneered: "Yang Sheng, you are Lei Luo's confidant now. Are you going to rebel if you say this?

You talked to He Wenchang first, but you did He Wenchang.

Follow Lei Luo, you have to deal with Lei Luo again.

People with two faces and three swords, why should we believe you? Where did you have the courage to say that you are qualified to deal with Lei Luo Tuhao?"

Yang Sheng said lightly: "He Wenchang and I helped He Wenchang become famous as Hong Shenglian and rejuvenate a sunset community.

Lei Luo and I made Lei Luo have a sharp knife in the head of the Hong Kong character, forcing Chuhao to come to the door to give in person.

I, Yang Sheng, asked myself that I was not sorry for anyone, I just wanted to have a clear conscience and didn’t need others to comment on it.

As for how to deal with Lei Luo and Qiu Hao, of course I don’t have that ability, that’s your business.

If I were alone, I could solve Lei Luo Qiuhao. What else would I do if I had a meeting here?

The once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is here, it depends on whether you dare to follow this game."

Huang Juekun said: "I am very brave. As long as I can be safe and stable, I will be satisfied.

If I don’t have much confidence, I won’t have the courage to do it.”

Chai Jiu also smiled playfully and said, "Boy, you understand me. You don't have the confidence to win. I dare not gamble on the little business that my father saved up."

The club can be developed into the top ten in Hong Kong, whether it is Prince Chai who plays a pig and eats a tiger, Huang Juekun, who is like an old fox, or Yin Tiancheng who seems to be irritable but is actually extremely calm, they are not simple characters.
Chapter completed!