Let the true energy circulate for a while

……

Gong Rongrong's eyes widened, and she turned her head to look.

"What did you say?"

Chen Ye said seriously, "This scoundrel is cunning and treacherous. Keeping him around will only bring disaster to the world."

"No, you..." Gong Rongrong chuckled; she was amused by this handsome young man surnamed Chen again.

"You're so funny, hey Chen Ye, is this how you always talk?"

Chen Ye seemed to realize something. Wait! You can't just kill people randomly in this era. Whew, that was close.

"That's just how I used to talk."

Gong Rongrong turned her head and looked down at Chen Ye's profile—

His hair was casually tied up, with a few long strands hanging down his neck. He was so handsome that he looked like he had been meticulously sculpted. His eyes were especially calm, as if the surrounding noise did not concern him.

Her heart skipped a beat. Chen Ye's speech was sometimes strange, but it didn't seem out of place at all when paired with his face, which made her even more curious. This person was really interesting.

Gong Rongrong extended her hand: "Let's get to know each other again. I am Gong Rongrong, the intangible cultural heritage inheritor of Luocheng Baguazhang."

Chen Ye was taken aback, grasped the other's hand, and said, "Chen Ye, the closed-door disciple of Master Miqiu from Mao'er Mountain in the southern corner of the land."

Gong Rongrong was completely confused.

"ha?"

Zhang Baiwei flew into a rage: "Hey! I'm injured, you guys need to be serious!"

At this moment, the people gathered at the entrance made way for them.

A tall, burly man with a buzz cut and a cigar dangling from his mouth walked slowly towards them.

"Mr. Tang is here."

"Mr. Tang, someone's causing trouble."

Tang Long walked over, frowning. He already understood the general situation. He turned his head and glared at Gong Rongrong, saying in a low voice, "You've caused me trouble again?"

Gong Rongrong stuck out her tongue and turned her head away from looking at Tang Long.

"Tang Qianwan! Your employee kicked my head and broke it! There's CCTV footage of this, she'll be sued!" Zhang Baiwei shouted as he saw the person in question appear.

"I'm dizzy and can't stand up straight! I need to go to the Central Hospital for a full checkup!"

Tang Long snorted coldly, "Who kicked it?"

Zhang Baiwei pointed angrily and shouted, "Her!"

Tang Long forced a smile. "I didn't see it." He paused, then continued, "Did you all see it?"

The crowd shook their heads.

Zhang Baiwei jumped up and shouted, "What? You dare to do it but not admit it!"

Tang Long slowly took a few steps forward, his voice cold and menacing: "Go ahead and try filing a lawsuit. Xiao Liu, the surveillance footage doesn't need to be deleted."

"Tang Qianwan, we know you have money and connections, but you don't care about the law, do you?!"

Tang Long said in a deep voice, "Can't you understand human language? Do you need me to call a lawyer for you?"

"I'm calling the police right now!"

Tang Long took a puff of his cigar and blew it in his face.

"Can."

Zhang Baiwei suddenly changed his mind: "How about this, let's each compromise, and she'll compensate me 2 yuan..."

Tang Long's face darkened. "I told you to call the police! Are you deaf?!"

"Mr. Tang, no, really? It's just a receptionist, is it really necessary for you to..."

Zhang Baiwei felt a little scared. He sensed that the man surnamed Tang was angry and seemed to be weighing something.

"Hey, she, she's your relative, right?"

Tang Long took out his phone, dialed a number, turned around and went inside, where they exchanged a few words in hushed tones.

A moment later, Zhang Baiwei's phone rang. He saw it was his boss calling, and after a few defiant words, he turned back and said:

"I can let today's incident slide, but next time you'll see if I call the police." With that, he walked away in a panic.

Huang Hongxiong said sarcastically, "Zhang Baiwei, don't go! Weren't you so arrogant just now?"

Chen Ye pursed his lips, thinking to himself: Uncle Tang has his own way of handling problems. If it were me, Zhang Baiwei would probably be dead by now.

In this day and age, killing someone is a disaster. It seems my father was right to send me here to learn from Uncle Tang.

Wilson took a few steps forward and gave an elegant, gentle smile:

"Beautiful Chinese Kung Fu girl, could you please leave your contact information?"

Gong Rongrong twitched the corners of her mouth, ignored the obsequious foreigner, turned around and took Chen Ye's arm, revealing an intimate expression.

"Ono, where should we eat?"

Chen Ye was stunned, his eyes widening. No, it's Rongrong!

Feeling Gong Rongrong pinch his arm, Chen Ye wasn't stupid and immediately understood what she meant.

When he first entered the martial arts world, there was a female boxer in Yun'an City who did the same thing to Chen Ye. In the end, that female boxer fought with his senior sister...

Wilson smacked his lips and muttered, "Wow, so she has a partner. I really envy that long-haired boy from Xincheng."

Gong Rongrong blinked her beautiful eyes, "Xiao Ye, how about we go eat hot pot?"

"You're not wearing shoes yet," Chen Ye said kindly, looking down.

Gong Rongrong subconsciously wiggled her toes, ran to the wall, put on her shoes, and whispered as she passed Tang Long, "Second Uncle, I've caused you trouble."

Tang Long snorted, somewhat helpless towards his niece who was very skilled in martial arts.

"Didn't you two just meet?"

Gong Rongrong quickly took Chen Ye's arm again, smiling brightly, "Yeah, is that not allowed?"

"Fine! Fine! Fine!" Tang Long's face was ashen as he uttered three "fine"s in a row. "Absolutely not! Your grandfather left you with me so I could discipline you!"

"Is it any of your business?" Gong Rongrong was most annoyed by her second uncle's attitude.

Tang Long's eye twitched.

Chen Ye smoothed things over, saying, "Uncle Tang, I've already completed the formalities. I'll be at work promptly at eight o'clock tomorrow."

Tang Long's chest heaved.

Gong Rongrong whispered in Chen Ye's ear, "Let's go quickly."

Goodbye, Uncle Tang.

Goodbye, Second Uncle.

Gong Rongrong grabbed Chen Ye and fled outside as if their lives depended on it...

The two walked to the stairwell and turned the corner.

Gong Rongrong let go of Chen Ye's arm, and the smile on her face faded.

Chen Ye didn't say anything, put his hands in his pockets, and went down the stairs on his own.

Watching his retreating figure, Gong Rongrong called out somewhat petulantly, "Hey, you're leaving already?"

Chen Ye rushed downstairs without turning his head and said, "It's just acting with the girl, why should I take it seriously?"

"You!" Gong Rongrong shouted, somewhat indignantly, "Didn't you want to eat hot pot? If you're going to act, then act to the end!"

"I have no money," Chen Ye said sincerely.

Gong Rongrong gritted her teeth. These days, everyone uses mobile payments. Who carries cash anymore? No money?!

"Wait a minute, I'll go change my clothes!"

Why are you changing clothes?

Gong Rongrong turned around, her face filled with anger, and walked away with a clattering sound.

Chen Ye was taken aback: "Fifth Senior Brother is right. Women in the world cannot be judged by ordinary standards."

Chen Ye sat in the stairwell, scrolling through his phone out of boredom. Short videos were quite addictive. As he was scrolling, he heard a girl shouting behind him.

"Hey! You surnamed Chen."

Chen Ye turned around,

Seeing Gong Rongrong dressed in Hanfu, her skirt fluttering and her long hair flowing like a waterfall, she looked just like an ancient person.

Gong Rongrong raised an eyebrow and smiled, a smile tinged with a mysterious confidence.

"Let's go!"

Chen Ye remained expressionless and calmly asked, "Why are you wearing these clothes?"

Gong Rongrong said, "I don't work this afternoon. The newly opened hot pot restaurant next to Hemei is holding a comic convention. It's 400 yuan per person for standing for an hour, and meals are included! Since you have long hair, you can save money on a wig. You can just change your clothes and you're good to go."

Chen Ye's eyes widened.

A sly glint flashed in her eyes as she added, "My friend took this job; they just happened to be short-handed."

"So, you had this planned from the beginning?" Chen Ye belatedly realized.

Gong Rongrong said, "Hey, isn't it better to make money together?"

"You want me to dress up as a woman?"

"No! You're impersonating the King of Wudang."

Chen Ye: "I don't have any clothes."

Gong Rongrong: "I have it!"

"..."

She took out a set of light gray Taoist robe from her bag, shook it, and raised her eyebrows.

"It suits your temperament perfectly."

Chen Ye hesitated for a moment: "400 yuan? And you get a free hot pot meal?"

"uh-huh."

"make a deal."

……

Two hours later, in a relatively secluded private room at a rural guesthouse.

Tang Long's car was parked outside the courtyard.

He walked into a room.

Several men were smoking and discussing something inside the room.

Upon seeing Tang Long enter, they all turned to look at him.

Among them were Zhang Baiwei, Huang Hongxiong, the regional manager of Bull Beverages responsible for the event, and his secretary.

"Mr. Tang is here."

Tang Long hummed in agreement and sat down on the sofa.

Everyone stood up to greet Tang Long.

Zhang Baiwei said, "Mr. Tang, was that young girl here to cause trouble? The script was completely messed up, you have to take responsibility for that."

Tang Long sighed: "It was an accident. That's my niece."

Zhang Baiwei asked, "How was my performance just now?"

"The acting was too exaggerated."

Tang Long waved his hand: "You guys continue."

Huang Hongxiong held his teacup, took a sip, spat the tea leaves back into the cup, and said:

"Gentlemen, let's get back to the topic we were just discussing. In short, I, Huang Hongxiong, am only responsible for technical aspects. Also, I don't fight professional fighters, nor do I fight those two stupid foreigners."

They are planning a marketing campaign to stir up conflict between traditional martial arts and modern combat sports, create public opinion and generate buzz online, and eventually hold a formal competition.

Let's have a match between traditional kung fu and modern combat.

The incident at the boxing gym was just a teaser for a short video shoot; of course, only a few people inside the gym knew about it.

Unlike in the past, this time the traditional martial arts masters won't be exposed as frauds; instead, they'll fight against numerous opponents to vindicate traditional martial arts! Ultimately, they'll promote an all-around master and reap the rewards. Of course, the actors are crucial.

Zhang Baiwei looked on with envy. "Huang Hongxiong, you should be secretly happy. When you become famous, you'll be able to do commercials, short dramas, and even movies!" He paused, then said with a hint of grievance, "In short, my reputation will definitely be ruined."

Huang Hongxiong said loudly, "In a sect, if someone is the face, then someone else must be the substance. The face cannot be tainted with even a speck of dust. If blood is shed, the substance will cover it up. The face is used to buy someone a cigarette..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking, stop showing off, alright?"

Zhang Baiwei was originally an idealist who didn't want to be a clown at first, but he changed his ideals for money.

Tang Long said, "This can be uploaded online normally, just cut out the part about my niece."

The regional manager of Bull Beverages was a refined man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He used his personal resources to collaborate with Tang Long on this matter.

"I think that the little girl's accident wasn't necessarily a bad thing. These days, to generate buzz, you need to be realistic enough. You all saw it too, Zhang Baiwei overacted a bit. If you didn't know better, you'd think we were filming a short drama! The only positive thing about this incident is those two unsuspecting foreigners and that little girl."

Tang Long nodded: "Indeed, jokes are constantly popping up online, and those that unexpectedly go viral are often genuine. I'll do my best with the hype. How's the communication with Manager Wu and Director Qi going?"

Manager Wu said, "It went very smoothly, but," he turned to look at the Wing Chun master, "Master Huang, you're 42 this year. Whether your Wing Chun can be performed is not important, but the main thing is that you're lacking in presence. It would be best if you could have that kind of presence like in martial arts films!"

Huang Hongxiong smiled faintly: "Who said I only know Wing Chun?"

"I am not only proficient in Wing Chun, but also in Tai Chi, Tongbei, and Choy Li Fut."

"Could you perform for me?" Manager Wu asked.

Huang Hongxiong chuckled, stood up, shook his clothes, paced back and forth in the room, and made sonic booms as he threw punches.

"It looks like it's not there, but once it sticks on, slap! slap!"

Zhang Baiwei was a little shocked: "Wow, really?"

Huang Hongxiong sneered and ignored him.

Tang Long was a professional; he knew these were just bluffing techniques. He said in a deep voice, "Xiao Zhang, you could do it too."

This is a technique, mainly difficult because it requires complete relaxation of the whole body, while the sonic boom is achieved by patting one's clothes before throwing a punch.

Huang Hongxiong was quite skilled in martial arts. He started stomping his feet, and bang! bang! The power was impressive, creating a very good audiovisual effect.

Zhang Baiwei asked, "Doesn't it hurt to stomp your feet like that?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a little numb."

"Then your skills are still not up to par."

"You'll get numb if you stomp on it too," Huang Hongxiong said irritably.

"Mr. Wu, the video editing is complete." The secretary handed over a tablet computer.

A crowd gathered around; it was a video taken from an outsider's perspective.

The scene begins with Zhang Baiwei, accompanied by two foreigners, arguing with several people in training uniforms at the entrance of the Longquan Fighting Gym.

The camera was a bit shaky, giving it a very realistic feel from being filmed secretly. Zhang Baiwei made a lot of extreme remarks, praising one person while criticizing another.

"You practitioners of traditional martial arts are all the same, believing in that nonsense about internal energy and dantian meridians... treating dross as treasure!"

"I hope you wake up soon. Don't pass on this outdated and harmful culture to the next generation!"

Tang Long asked, "Was my niece's part cut?"

Manager Wu said, "No, we'll split it into two parts and upload them separately."

Tang Long nodded thoughtfully.

In the second video, in the same scene, a little girl kicks the person who was spouting nonsense to the ground. The latter then shamelessly demands money for hospitalization and other expenses, but the little girl's face is blurred out.

The background music is "The Great Wall Will Never Fall".

#After a century of slumber, the Chinese people are gradually awakening. Open your eyes and look carefully.

Tang Long exclaimed, "Manager Wu is also a master at marketing, truly brilliant!"

Manager Wu smiled modestly and said, "It mainly depends on whether Master Huang's skills are good enough."

Zhang Baiwei clasped his hands in a fist and said, "President Tang is both tall and strong."

Huang Hongxiong suddenly asked, "By the way, Master Tang, who was that young man who walked with Xiao Gong?"

Tang Long said, "It's a nephew of my friend."

"Oh, he's quite handsome. Since we're acquaintances, could we discuss collaboration later? What's his name?"

"Chen Ye".