Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Wallace was furious.

"What? You want me to pay him? Who the hell is he? Tell him it's impossible. You yellow monkeys, how dare you ask an official of the British Empire to pay you? Go fuck yourself!"

Hong Zhennan, who was in the corner, was so angry when he heard this that he jumped up and yelled at the foreign police superintendent.

"We agreed to cooperate. Now the sponsorship has been secured and the tickets have been sold, but the money I advanced is not being returned. How can this be justified? Who will dare to work for you British people in the future?"

Fei Bo quickly ran over and hugged him, then turned back to explain to the foreign police chief.

"Sorry, sorry, my cousin drank a few too many glasses..."

Hong Zhennan yelled.

"I didn't drink, I just want justice."

Wallace pushed away his friend who was pulling him. He looked at Hong Zhennan arrogantly, and almost poked Hong Zhennan's face with a finger.

"You son of a bitch, do this fight for me properly. If anything goes wrong, I'll send you to jail for life."

Hong Zhennan didn't dare to speak. He had three wives, twelve children, and his beloved youngest son was only five years old. How could he dare to call out to the foreign superintendent? Everyone knew that whoever the foreign superintendent said would go to jail would definitely go to jail.

The fat woman hugged Hong Zhennan tightly and pushed him out the door.

"Calm down, calm down. It's not worth it for such a small amount of money. I will definitely help you get it back later. Don't make a fuss now. Just make sure this boxing match goes well. Remember, Tornado can't lose, and the foreigner can't lose!"

Hong Zhennan shuddered.

"What do you mean?"

The muscles on Fei Bo's face twitched and he spoke in a low voice.

"Foreigners are here to make money, they can't afford to lose. Tell those masters who come on stage to just hit them a few times, don't take it seriously, and don't try to win."

Hong Zhennan pushed Fei Bo away.

"Do you know what you're saying? I don't need the money, but I can't insult Chinese martial arts!"

After saying that, he turned around and left angrily. Fei Bo was so anxious that he stamped his feet and muttered constantly.

"You must not win, you must not win."

He regretted it very much now. In order to flatter the foreign police chief, he not only spent all his friend's savings of many years, but also brought shame to Chinese martial arts. He didn't get anything good out of it. It was a huge loss.

At this time, the audience began to enter. The first to arrive were the owners of various martial arts schools with their apprentices. Today, each martial arts school was going to show off their boxing skills on stage, so they all changed into neat clothes and looked energetic.

Hong Zhennan sat in the front sulking. He was also regretting that he should not have listened to Fei Bo's words and organized this thankless boxing match. The owners of martial arts gyms came to greet him one after another, and he could only put on a cheerful face and let his apprentices organize the various martial arts gyms to perform on stage.

Many foreigners also came to see the boxing village. They were dressed very formally. The men wore tuxedos and the women wore long court skirts, hats and veils.

When they saw people boxing on the stage, they all sat down and watched with great interest.

The ones performing on the stage now are the disciples of Cailifo. They are performing the routines meticulously, making the foreigners laugh.

"What is this? A dance?"

"It's so soft, the tornado will definitely break their noses."

"That's ridiculous, George. Why do those guys have to turn their wrists around and snap forward?"

There was a burst of laughter in the venue at that time. The martial arts disciples thought that the foreigners were praising them, and they fought more excitedly.

A middle-aged man of medium build and thin walked in. He was wearing a long gown, and his every move showed his gentlemanly demeanor.

He was followed by five young men, who looked around excitedly when they arrived at such an occasion.

When Hong Zhennan saw him, he slowly stood up and went to meet him.

"Master Ye, you are here."

This middle-aged man is Ip Man, the master of Wing Chun. He smiled and bowed to Hong Zhennan.

Hong Zhennan was still in a very low mood, but he still smiled and spoke to Ip Man.

"Master Ye, let the disciples come up on stage and do some fighting, so that everyone can know about your Wing Chun."

Hong Zhennan had good intentions. Now that all the martial arts schools had come, and there were many spectators and reporters, this was a good opportunity for publicity. He wanted to give Ip Man's martial arts school some publicity, which would make it easier to recruit disciples in the future.

Ip Man was always very humble, and he and Hong Zhennan were acquainted through fighting. After hearing what Hong Zhennan said, he smiled and bowed, then asked his disciples to take off their coats and go on stage to practice some Wing Chun.

The boxing techniques of these martial arts schools are actually very powerful, but not everyone can master them, so these masters only teach their apprentices some routines, which look neat and beautiful when performed, but have no practical value at all.

The show was about to begin, and Lei Luo, Zhuyouzai and Lao Hao walked in together. They stood at the door, looking at the noisy scene inside, and couldn't help frowning.

Zhuyouzai is an expert on Hong Kong, and there is no martial arts school that he doesn't know.

"Brother Luo, Brother Hao, all the martial arts gyms are here today. Not a single one from the martial arts street is absent, even Ip Man is here. It seems that Hong Zhennan still has a strong appeal."

Lei Luo and Bo Hao had both practiced some boxing techniques, and they frowned as they watched the uniform performance on the stage.

Lame Ho pointed his cane at the stage and cursed.

"Pu, your mother, these martial arts schools are misleading students. What they teach is useless."

Lei Luo laughed.

"It's just a way to make a living, why take it so seriously?"

Fei Bo hurried over with a smile on his face.

"Brother Luo, Brother Hao, Brother Zai. Your presence truly adds luster to this boxing match."

Lei Luo patted his shoulder.

"Fei Bo, being able to do things is a good thing, but you can't lose your bottom line just to do things."

Fei Bo was stunned. Lei Luo had already walked in with Bo Hao in a swagger.

Fei Bo grabbed Zhuyouzai and asked in a low voice.

"Brother, what does the boss mean?"

Lard said with a forced smile on his face.

"What Luo Ge means is, don't you forget who provides you with food? If you have forgotten, I don't mind reminding you."

The smile on Fei Bo's face froze immediately. He realized that he had offended Lei Luo by flattering his foreign boss. Now he was in trouble.

Zhuyouzai heard footsteps behind him and quickly turned around to see Lian Hu hunched over and walked into the door.

Zhuyouzi pretended to be familiar with the situation and went up to greet him.

"Ah Hu, you're here. Aren't Boss Guo and Young Master Qin here?"

Fei Bo was wondering who this giant was.

Lian Hu stretched out his big hand and pushed Zhu Youzi aside. Fei Bo was shocked when he saw it. How dare someone in Hong Kong treat Zhu Youzi like this? Has he had enough of life?