Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

10:28 AM.

Xincheng Sixth People's Hospital is a psychiatric hospital that was just rated as a top-tier tertiary hospital last year.

In the ward, Huang Hongxiong sat blankly in a chair, staring at the ceiling, his gaze sometimes vacant and sometimes excited.

After Huang Hongxiong returned home from the police station late last night, he didn't sleep. Instead, he wrote a diary entry, then went insane and was eventually sent to a mental hospital overnight.

At the ward door, Tang Long and Wu Tianming stood speechless.

Before the game even started, two key players were already injured and hospitalized!

The preliminary rounds of the "China's Best Kung Fu" competition have already begun. They plan to take advantage of the hype generated online in the early stages, find a few actors from the fighting circle, and have Huang Hongxiong use Wing Chun to perform a 1v3 KO, reaping a huge wave of traffic!

The actors have all been cast, contracts have been signed, and deposits have been paid. You're telling me the lead actor has gone crazy?

Yesterday's drinking party was all about this!

Wu Tianming now suspects that Huang Hongxiong did it on purpose; he just wanted a bigger share of the money!

Tang Long said, "My sister-in-law told me that yesterday, Master Huang got into some trouble by the river after drinking. He went to the police station and claimed that he saw aliens. It's true."

Wu Tianming shook his head: "A clumsy plan, it was all an act!"

Tang Long sighed, "I just asked around at the hospital, and I've seen the attending physician. What if he really has gone mad?"

"Ah—" A sob came from the ward.

Tang Long and Wu Tianming pushed open the door and found the old woman holding Huang Hongxiong's head, wailing loudly.

The older woman looked heartbroken, crying and wailing, "I told you we should just open a small supermarket and live a peaceful life! But you had to go and mess things up, getting involved in some competition, saying you'd make big money!"

"He insisted on hanging out with that guy surnamed Tang, saying he wanted to become a grandmaster! Ah—what a terrible thing to do! That damned Tang Qianwan!"

"You've been boxing your whole life and never really made a name for yourself. Now that you're finally getting some online buzz, you've gone crazy, ah—"

Tang Long comforted her, "Sister-in-law, there's no need for this."

"I'm his wife!! He's my husband!" the older woman shouted angrily.

"Yes, yes, I know."

"Pay up!"

The older woman propped her husband's head up on the edge of the chair, and he didn't move, just staring blankly at the side with a silly grin, and began to devoutly chant Buddhist scriptures: "Namo Ratna Trayaya Arya Sawadika Smida Oppa..."

The origin of Wing Chun is said to be from Shaolin Temple, and the practice of Siu Nim Tao emphasizes that if one's thought is not right, one's whole life will be wrong. Many Wing Chun enthusiasts also like to worship Buddha.

Tang Long and Wu Tianming looked at each other in bewilderment.

The old woman took a diary out of her bag and tossed it into Tang Long's arms!

"Look! Look! This is the diary my husband Lao Huang wrote last night!"

Tang Long opened the notebook; there was only one page.

"Being an actor, fixing matches, deceiving the audience—it's shameful! I'm utterly despicable, worse than an animal! I'm a disgrace to the martial arts world! I was wrong!"

"They're not aliens. I'm so stupid; my first instinct was to believe in aliens rather than the cultural treasures left by our ancestors!"

Historical records state that Xiang Yu, the Hegemon-King of Chu, could lift a cauldron weighing a thousand catties and was a match for ten thousand men! This proves he possessed internal strength and divine protection!

"Perhaps many secret techniques were lost due to the martial arts ban back then, but the fact that most were lost doesn't mean all were! And yesterday, I saw them!"

"That senior, with a flick of two fingers, sent people and horses sprawling; with a single palm strike, the water exploded!"

"They are martial arts masters; their internal energy truly exists! Everything Cha Liangyong wrote is true; perhaps the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms really do exist in this world!"

"I believe that in the near future, the Chinese Martial Arts Association will rise to become the brightest star! It will shock the world of boxing! I, Huang Hongxiong, will have no regrets in this life!"

"Huang Hongxiong, today I retire from the life of a criminal. This is my final word."

Tang Long frowned: "What kind of nonsense is this?"

Wu Tianming craned his neck, his brows furrowed as well!

The old woman wailed, "You've driven him crazy!! You have to take full responsibility for this! Pay up!"

"Pay up! Pay up! Can you please stop yelling?" Tang Long said helplessly.

A nurse's voice came from outside the door: "Family members inside, please keep your voices down. This is a special hospital; don't frighten the other patients."

Wu Tianming gave him a wink, and the two left the ward.

Sitting on a chair in the hospital corridor, Wu Tianming said firmly, "It's still a matter of money!"

Tang Long: "Pretending to be crazy?"

Wu Tianming: "Pretending to be crazy!"

"Did we say something to him at the drinking party last night that offended him?"

"I suspect it was Section Chief Liu from the integrated media department who bewitched Lao Huang. Didn't you see him offering Lao Huang wine repeatedly last night?"

"Old Huang and I have been buddies for over twenty years, he shouldn't be pretending to be crazy, right? He's usually very serious."

Wu Tianming: "Do you keep a diary?"

Tang Long: "I don't keep a diary, do you?"

"I don't keep a diary either."

"Why does Lao Huang keep a diary?"

"How would I know?"

"Because he's not serious!"

This left Tang Longgan speechless.

"Is he trying to mess with us?"

"Then let's have some fun!"

Wu Tianming said in a deep voice, "Whether he wants to back out or has some other idea, he can't threaten us! We can replace him and take off just the same! I think your niece is quite suitable, and she's pretty too. Her name is Gong Rongrong, right? Let's create a new persona for her—a female kung fu master. What do you think?"

In fact, Wu Tianming had thought about Gong Rongrong from the beginning. That video that went viral unexpectedly, with the scene of him kicking Zhang Baiwei over, was incredibly realistic and gave people a feeling of heroic spirit.

Tang Long shook his head: "No, my niece is very upright and wouldn't do something like that. I know her."

Wu Tianming: "You should talk to her and persuade her. We can use the money we earn to do honest things!"

Tang Long: "Then, shall I give it a try?"

"Give it a try!"

"What are the conditions?"

"There are other conditions?"

"Without any conditions, it feels like a fake event."

Wu Tianming held up one finger and shook it.

"Give her 2% of the shares!"

"Let me make this clear first: if my niece doesn't want to fix the match, I won't force her; I'm just here to relay the message!"

Wu Tianming: "Okay!"

"What's real? What's fake?! Hahaha, I've succeeded!!" A young man in a hospital gown rushed out of the ward, running wildly and shouting, "Fake! It's all fake!"

The doctors and nurses chased after them in a flurry of activity. Tang Long and Wu Tianming, sitting in their chairs, shifted their bodies back a little.

"Mental illness is affecting increasingly younger people."

"Yes, the social pressure is too great."

……

……

On the other side, at the entrance of the Baccarat Supermarket in Shihe Market.

The audition for "Chinese Kung Fu Master" was held in Xincheng.

Two amateur boxers were fighting back and forth in an open-air boxing ring, and after about a minute, they started throwing wild punches at each other and then wrestled each other.

Gong Rongrong bought two cups of milk tea, squeezed out of the crowd, and gave one to Chen Ye.

"Mango flavored."

"Thanks."

Gong Rongrong: "Are you going up there to fight later?"

"Yes, the prize money is 200 million, why not take it?"

"Are you serious?"

Chen Ye chuckled and asked, "Isn't this organized by my second uncle? A free-for-all with no gender or martial arts restrictions, why don't you sign up and give it a try?"

Gong Rongrong shook her head: "These kinds of commercial events are all predetermined in terms of the final champion, which is very boring. There are no restrictions on boxing styles, and I don't know how my organizers got it approved."

"Was the champion predetermined?"

Gong Rongrong said seriously, "Usually the top three are predetermined, but since you've participated, I reckon it will disrupt the organizer's plans! I've approved three days of paid leave for you. If you're short of money recently, I can lend you some."

Chen Ye was slightly surprised, but smiled and said, "Thank you."

"Don't be so polite! I look forward to the day you shock my second uncle, no, shock the world!"

Chen Ye suddenly asked, "What did the police ask you when you were near Xiaonanmen today?"

Gong Rongrong said, "They said they saw some strange people last night. They showed me the CCTV footage; two people were cosplaying as Spider-Man, and they were even wearing bootlegs!"

Chen Ye smiled but remained silent.

A makeshift arena made of steel pipes was covered with a red carpet.

A banner hung above the arena that read, "Masters of Chinese Kung Fu: Xincheng Branch Auditions!"

Two speakers were hanging nearby, blasting the song "Serving the Country with Utmost Loyalty".

There were quite a few onlookers. The elderly men and women chatted while eating sunflower seeds, and the children clung to the edge of the ring, standing on tiptoe and shouting.

Vendors selling candied hawthorns and grilled sausages took the opportunity to hawk their wares, making the area in front of the supermarket very lively.

The organizer's representative and the supermarket manager were negotiating something with several urban management officers.

The two fighters on the stage had finished their match. One of them was riding on the other's back, with a noose around his neck. The latter slammed his fist on the floor, indicating that he had given up.

The referee separated them, and the host began to announce the results.

"The winner is Niu Junjie from the New Power Club!"

A man on the scene raised his hand, waved, and went backstage.

The host, holding a microphone, approached the stage and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Family members of Xincheng! Next up, the next match—Wang Shengli from Pingqiao Power Plant versus Chen Ye from Longquan Gym! Please get ready."

Then, seven or eight women came out from both sides of the backstage area. They were dressed very sexily, holding big plastic red flowers, and wiggling their hips on the stage. The music changed to a more upbeat tune.

The atmosphere at the event was very well done.

A few minutes later, a tall man wearing five-finger gloves came on stage from backstage with his hands raised.

Chen Ye took off his coat and tossed it to Gong Rongrong, "It's my turn."

Be careful.

Chen Ye turned around, "Huh?"

"I mean, be careful not to hurt them."

"oh."