Chapter 81: Underground Kingdom

A seafront villa in San Francisco. Li Chunyang is drinking tea with a man in a black suit. The environment here is very good. The voice of the sea can be heard. It is a real estate under the company's name. There were several full-length short-haired men standing at the door. The temples were slightly raised, their blood was strong, and their bodies were strong. At first glance, they were people who had been immersed in foreign kung fu all year round.
"Brother Chen, come, let's have a drink. This wine is rare. If it was not approved by the boss, I would only go to Chinatown to buy Erguotou."
Li Chunyang is a person with no shortcomings, but he is very heartfelt about this small drink, but unfortunately, in the face of Kenneth who can only drink red wine, he would rather have a drink.
The man on the opposite side is quite extraordinary and full of British spirit. The whole person has an air of righteousness, and when he raises his hand to cast a foot, he knows that he is a martial artist.
The man held up the wine glass on the table and drank it boldly, feeling the aroma of the good wine. Praise: "It's really good wine, this jar is the kind of Fen bar that was famous at the expo not long ago." On the white porcelain bottle, there are two big characters "Fen Jiu" written by Long Fei Feng Wu.
"Yeah, at this expo, these traditional Chinese products and two new products from the company are all out of the limelight. You don't know. As a representative, I see that those jaws who are shocked by foreigners will fall to the ground. How expressive I am in my expression. "Li Chunyang took out a pack of cigarettes, pinched two, and prepared to hand him one." Come, try this new type of filter, which has been selling well in the United States recently. Rest assured, I bought this pack of premium cigarettes on my own money. "
"People who practice martial arts don't smoke." The man with the surname Chen smiled heartily and refused.
Li Chunyang didn't care about him, he just pumped up. He also had a good time in the United States. Although Kenneth accounted for 5% of the shares of Pan American Kens International, it was only a dividend on weekdays. According to regulations, his salary could not have been higher at first, but Kenneth specially declared Zhang Shusheng and gave him part of his dividend, so that both of them had a good life.
"Brother Chen, this time the mafia thing seems to let us easily disintegrate, in fact, it is already reminding us. We must implement that plan as soon as possible, or if the task is not completed. After decades, we are the sinners of the nation. Li Chunyang talked about the business, which is why he came to talk with a man named Chen this time.
"Brother Li, rest assured. For business matters, you can help the boss to take care of it. Let me know about the entrance and the gang. Although I am not a material for the underground entrance, I can open the entire hall In the United States, one light and one dark. In the long run, I would like to have professionals sent by the boss to be responsible for the entrance of the underground hall. I will not let the boss down. "The man with the surname Chen said with great confidence, calm, as if just saying An understatement.
There was a special story between him and his boss. Since that night, a mysterious man knocked on the door of the martial arts hall, he went to the southwest and stayed there for several years.
"I believe that with Brother Chen's ability and the boss's cultivation for many years, he will definitely play a part in this western world." Li Chunyang extinguished his cigarette and reminded him, "Some United States is a flashy city. Hope Brother Chen, do n’t miss the boss ’s event.

"Even if I have to face failure in the end. Chen will return to the country with ashes, and be sprinkled with mountains and rivers in order to report to the boss. Li Xiongzheng, plans to start soon, leave!" The young man looked firm, thinking of his shoulders I did n’t delay my mission too much. The whole person stood up like a timid tiger, and immediately went out.
Looking at the man with the surname Chen leaving with his men, Li Chunyang was a little hesitant, and seemed to be back to the night before his departure. The boss said to him personally.
"Chunyang, you have to remember. In order to completely defeat a nation, you must first integrate it thoroughly. There will never be files in this plan. Anyone who fails will only become a ghost under the gun. But, With the contributions of this group of people including you, in the not too distant future, there may be a Chinese martial arts hall on each street, and under each street, there is an underground force controlled by the Chinese. At that time, the so-called fierce mafia did not even have the qualifications to raise shoes for this huge dark kingdom.
Remember, we Chinese do n’t just have thousands of years of history, we also have a subtle weapon. Your efforts will be praised many years later, because you used to use culture on another front. Weapons comprehensively invade a country with a shallow foundation. You have to remember. The ones you assist will no longer be triads in many years. After years of baptism, they will gradually become a brand-new collective, a collective that can do business, politics, and even form political parties to choose spokespersons ... Although we all regard the rejuvenation of this nation as our highest mission . But in foreign countries, the national interests of some countries do not even meet the interests of a small class ... "
Li Chunyang doesn't know what the not too distant future will look like, and he can't imagine what it would look like when an underground force can invade various industry sectors in this country. He only knows that he will work hard to be the boss A chess piece under his control took decades to firmly take root on the American land and stabilize the situation on one side.
He didn't know if the boss could succeed without thinking, but he only knew that his only mission was to perform this task that never existed.
"Crack ..."
In the lively Chinatown, in front of an elegant Chinese building, a large group of people are lighting firecrackers and cheering happily. Even a few white policemen copied their hands and looked at them in the distance.
It's not buns today. Nor is the Chinese restaurant open for business, but a martial arts hall that specializes in teaching Chinese kung fu has opened. After seeing a few masters' fists and kung fu at the opening ceremony, seven or eight white lads were eager to wait for registration.
On the plaque of the martial arts hall, the three gilded characters "Jingwu Hall" were scorching, and even there were no English notes, giving people a strong visual impact.
Seeing halfway through the opening ceremony, a few white people wearing wide exercise gowns suddenly came up, each one was bare-chested and breast-exposed, muscles were violent, and the pedestrians on the sidelines were slightly backed up, and they were gently moved by their shoulders. Fall to the ground. Several sharp-eyed white disciples had long since recognized the person. Peter, the owner of the Sanda Training Center on Aliya Street, and his proud disciples. This person called Peter of the Hercules a very famous Hercules on several streets.
Not long after these people arrived, another group of people came from the east end of the street. They wore a strange bunch of hair and wore a pair of large wooden shoes, but no one recognized them.
"Sheriff Hawks, we are here to test against the Jingwu Museum today, I hope you will not stop." Peter Tower stood in front of the pale-haired Sheriff Hawks, who had no objection He took a few documents to him, and signaled that he could test as long as he signed it, without disturbing the public order. This kind of competition between martial arts has been seen in the past two years. Especially in the martial arts halls opened by the Chinese, there are often various races to challenge. This newly opened martial arts hall seems to be in trouble today.
"Haiyi, dear sheriff, we are here to try." After the group of people with hair bundles came over, a middle-aged man headed by him grabbed Hawks. The old man only felt his wrist was burned. The red iron ring hung the same, and when he saw that the other was really fierce, and he was kind, he knew that he had eaten the secret loss of this man, and he took out a few sheets of paper with one hand, not even the format, let him fill in.
The middle-aged man drew a ghost symbol, and took a few people to push away the crowd and followed Peter and others into it. Sheriff Hawks didn't recognize the word for a long time after seeing it.
"Are you all coming to challenge?" The man Chen surnamed himself in the practice clothes and the large training ground.
"Yes, this is Peter, the head coach of the Sanda Training Center in Aliya Street."
"Ranio Tanaka, karate."
The two answered through an interpreter.
"Our martial arts in Jingwu Museum, one soft and one rigid, you each choose one. Each party sends a representative to fight."
"I choose the strong one." Peter learned the meaning of the Chinese from the translator and said fiercely. "If you lose, I will smash your signboard."
Tanaka Riko sneered: "Master Chen, if you lose, I can consider giving you a plaque for free."
The man with the surname Chen shook his head, Huo Ran stood up, untied his exercise suit, and showed strong muscles. "I also tried it with your colleagues when I was in Shanghai, but at that time I was too soft-hearted and always thought martial But it is victory. Since you came here at this time, let me start with victory today. "
Sheriff Hawks listened to the next detective Luo Luo and Ji, while boredly asked for a pot of Chinese tea, sitting in the teahouse and looking at the Jingwu Hall opposite. According to previous experience, after another half an hour, you can go check the situation yourself, as long as you are not dead, no matter how you try.
"Poor Chinese, it is not easy to open a martial arts hall. On the first day, they were knocked on the door by two gangs, Peter, ghost, God, I ’m not a racist, God bless, do n’t Killing ... "
However, ~ EbookFREE.me ~ the next moment, he burst out with a sip of tea, spraying the little detective who was worried about the situation in the Wu Guan.
"Ah ..." The detective looked back, and saw the crowded Jingwu Hall. The crowd let out a path, and the disciples of the Jingwu Hall dragged a person who was beaten with only half a life left. The white people and the Japanese came out and threw them directly onto the street.
No one sympathizes with those people, even the Americans present are cheering for the Jingwu Pavilion. These people are not worthy of sympathy. They just want to follow Chinese Kung Fu. Although they did not see the duel inside, the dozens of people who had been thrown out of the pile had already explained that whether it was the Japanese who looked like a ghost, or Peter the Hercules, they were thrown apart by others. Thrown out like a sandbag.
A young Jingwu Pavilion disciple even stepped on the head of the Japanese head and said something aloud.
"What is he talking about?" Sheriff Hawks turned back and asked the Chinese boss in the store.
"Oh, dear Sergeant Hawks." The tea shop owner returned to his hands, spreading his hands, saying, "The young man said: Your group of East Asian sick men, a little farther away from our authentic Chinese martial arts hall." !)