Those present were all people who had been around for a long time, and they understood Chen Zikun's words.
Situ Xiaoyan held his cheek and looked Ouyang Kai up and down, and said: "It looks like, it really looks like the fifth senior brother when he was young."
Ouyang Kai said: "Uncle Fifth Master is not old now."
Chen Zikun said: "I am old.
Not only my body and bones are broken, but my appearance is not handsome enough.
Chen Zhen represents the image of our Chinese youth.
How can I let a middle-aged uncle play Ouyang Kai?
It depends on you from now on."
Nong Jinsun said: "Yes, Marshal Chen is now in charge of the high-level struggle, and we are responsible for the shady things, such as those foreign villains who kill Chinese people.
We will never let go of the Chinese scum who are still helping them, and we must retaliate in kind."
When the topic changed, he said with great sadness: "However, the strength of just a few of us is far from enough.
If we can reopen the Jingwu Hall, carry forward the Jingwu spirit, and attract more young people to join us, we can achieve greater success."
A strong force to fight.”
Situ Xiaoyan continued: "The Jingwu Club has been closed for a long time.
It has lost its popularity.
The venue is old, lacks equipment, and even lacks people.
We put up posters, but there are still very few applicants.
Today's Shanghai is no longer what it was like in Master Huo's time.
Now in Shanghai, everyone is busy going to various technical schools and commercial schools, so who wants to learn martial arts?”
Ouyang Kai said: "After all, we can only grow the team by recruiting disciples for free, but how can we have free capital?
To put it bluntly, we don't even have overnight food."
Then, three pairs of eyes looked at Chen Zikun eagerly.
"It's just a matter of funding.
This can be easily solved."
Chen Zikun ordered someone to get the checkbook, wrote a number on it and handed it over.
The three of them looked at it and their eyes widened: "Ten thousand yuan is so much."
Ten thousand yuan is indeed an astronomical figure.
After all, running a martial arts school is not a business.
To open a factory, the funds are just to buy swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, as well as the food and accommodation expenses of the students.
It only costs a few big bucks, ten thousand yuan.
It's enough to last a long time.
Chen Zikun smiled and said: "This is the first installment.
If you do well, you can add more at any time.
I don't have much else here, but I have plenty of money."
Situ Xiaoyan said: "Money is not everything.
Fifth Senior Brother, you have great appeal.
Why don't you become our new owner?
The effect of this live advertisement will definitely be good."
Chen Zikun pondered for a moment and said: "The position of the museum leader should be held by Brother Dongge or Senior Brother.
Since they are not here, I will take up this responsibility and act as the honorary museum leader.
However, the specific affairs are still left to you. ” This trip was a great success.
Nong Jinsun and others were overjoyed and excited.
They were in a hurry to open the business and left in a hurry without even leaving a meal.
The luggage at Chen Zikun's house was almost packed.
Yao Yilei was already out of confinement, and she personally carried her child into the car.
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The motorcade drove to the train station under the protection of Zhang Xueliang's guards.
Jiangdong Supervisor Chen Dashuai officially ended his residence in Shanghai.
He returned to his hometown of Jiangdong Province in disgrace.
The Anti-Smoking Law Enforcement Corps held its last flag-lowering ceremony and announced its disbandment.
The officers returned to their original establishment, the soldiers were dismissed on the spot, and the camp was used for other purposes.
It is said that the owner Shi Liangcai bought it and used it as a training camp for the Shanghai Boy Scouts.
The two divisions of Jiangdong Army in the suburbs of Shanghai retreated under the pressure of Fengjun's 100,000 troops.
Zhang Xueliang argued hard and even broke up with Yang Yuting to suppress Fengjun's imminent move.
In the end, there was no conflict between the two armies, and Jiangdong's army retreated calmly. , retracted to Jiangdong.
Afterwards, Yang Yuting sighed: "Xiao Liuzi still has the temperament of a young man.
Opportunities must not be missed before they come back.
If he wants to deal with Jiangdong Army in the future, I'm afraid he won't have such a good opportunity."
The storm caused by the May 30th Massacre is slowly subsided.
The students were the first to withdraw from the war due to summer vacation.
Then the businessmen could not bear the losses and the coercion and inducement of foreigners and announced the opening of the market.
Finally, the government, under the temptation of raising tax rates, completely swung to the side of the foreigners, and now only the workers are still on strike.
In July, the sun was shining brightly at the Jingwu Club on Peikaer Road in Yangpu.
Colorful silks were hung on the door, firecracker debris was everywhere, and the band and lion dance team were taking a break in the yard.
Today is a good day for the re-opening of the Jingwu Club.
Colleagues from the Shanghai martial arts community came to congratulate themselves and sent some equipment such as swords, guns and sticks.
They all came because of the name of the honorary master of the hall, Chen Zikun.
They learned that Marshal Chen was not here.
He came to attend the ceremony and left in a hurry on the pretext of something else.
"It's difficult to reopen the Jingwu Association with just two or three people."
"Nong Jinsun has lost his mind.
In this era, who is still practicing martial arts?"
Colleagues in the martial arts community discussed this privately.
Nong Jinsun was sitting in the living room wearing a silk trousers and jacket.
From time to time he took out his pocket watch and looked at it.
The time passed by and there was not even a single student who signed up.
The advertisement in the newspaper was in vain.
He couldn't help but sigh. : "Has the era of the Jingwu Association passed?"
At the door, Ouyang Kai and Situ Xiaoyan, who were well-dressed, looked at each other.
There was no one on the street on a hot day, and cicadas were chirping on the trees, as if they were laughing at them.
Suddenly, several people staggered over from a distance.
Situ Xiaoyan said happily: "Someone is coming."
But when I got closer, I saw that there were actually a few Japanese ronin wearing kimonos, wearing wooden clogs, and Japanese swords in their waists.
They had obviously wandered over from Hongkou.
They couldn't help laughing when they saw the brand new plaque of the Jingwu Association. , Situ Xiaoyan was full of anger and had nowhere to vent his anger.
The surfers pointed their thumbs down to show contempt.
The rogues were quick to start, yelling at Baga, and rushed over with small steps with their hands on the handles of their swords.
Ouyang Kaifei stepped forward and punched and kicked the rogues.
The rogues didn't even pull out the swords before they received a heavy beating. , and finally fled.
After letting out a sigh of relief and feeling slightly better, Situ Xiaoyan said, "Don't wait any longer.
No one will sign up today.
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Let's go in."
Ouyang Kai nodded, and just as he was about to enter, he suddenly paused and turned around slowly.
A dark crowd appeared at the corner of the road, wearing all kinds of clothes.
They were all twenty-year-olds, talking and laughing.
There were hundreds of them.
A minute later, a total of three hundred people stood at the entrance of the Jingwu Association.
Situ Xiaoyan's mouth formed an O shape, and he didn't know what to say.
"Excuse me, what are you doing here?"
Ouyang Kai asked.
A young man wearing a big green hat said impatiently: "Isn't this the Jingwu Club?
We are here to learn from our master."
"You are all."
Ouyang Kai was dumbfounded.
"We are all," three hundred people replied in unison.
The voice was so deafening that even the cicadas on the tree were so frightened that they fell silent.
"Please come in quickly."
Ouyang Kai said hurriedly.
Although the three hundred people looked at each other, their movements were uniform and without any chaos.
They lined up to enter the Jingwu Association.
They were standing in the yard.
Nong Jinsun heard the noise and ran out.
He was almost scared to death.
He dug into the ground obediently and learned the skills from his teacher.
Come as a team.
The young man in the bamboo hat took off his hat, scratched his shaved blue scalp and said: "My name is Liang Maocai.
I have practiced Dahong Quan before.
I heard that the martial arts in the Jingwu Association are good, so I came here to learn the martial arts.
I am not short of money.
How much is the tuition?
, pay it now.”
The three hundred young men kept talking: "We also have money to pay for tuition, so we can't learn other people's martial arts in vain."
Nong Jinsun was moved to tears.
He was a businessman and he valued funds very much.
Three hundred people was not a small number.
The ten thousand yuan given by Chen Zikun alone could not support him for a few days.
These students were willing to pay.
It was really It's touching.
"Young men, listen to me."
Nong Jinsun said loudly.
His voice was not loud enough, and there was still a lot of chatter below.
Just as Ouyang Kai was about to speak, he saw the man named Liang Maocai walking up the steps and shouting: "Stand at attention!"
The three hundred people stopped their waists reflexively, and there was silence for an instant.
"Take a break," Liang Maocai shouted, turning to Nong Jinsun: "Old sir, you can speak."
Nong Jinsun swallowed, this is an army.
"Brothers, oh no, students, our Jingwu Association takes promoting the spirit of Jingwu and carrying forward the tradition of Chinese martial arts as its own duty.
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We do not charge tuition fees, but we do pay for food.
It is not much, just two cents per person per day. " Liang Maocai said: "Okay, I'll pay half a year's food expenses first."
He took out a bag of ocean.
Nong Jinsun said: "Excuse me, what are your professions and why are you here together?"
The people below started talking all over again.
Some said they were rickshaw pullers, some said they were dock coolies, some said they were tailors, cooks, boys, shoemakers, horsemen, and rickshaw drivers.
In short, they were from all walks of life, and they all belonged to Working people at the bottom, but their accents are indeed very similar, they must be from the same place.
Liang Maocai said: "We come from the traditional hometown of martial arts, Jiangbei and Nantai, and we are all fellow villagers who came to Shanghai to make a living.
We often communicate with each other on weekdays.
When we saw the advertisement of the Jingwu Association in the newspaper, we came together to learn martial arts. " Nong Jinsun said yes repeatedly, but Situ Xiaoyan and Ouyang Kai looked suspicious.
How could such a good thing happen?
These people were probably called by the fifth senior brother to support him.
Suddenly so many students came, and management became a big problem.
Fortunately, Liang Maocai volunteered himself as the captain of the student team.
If you have anything to do, just tell him.
"Who told me to be the director-general of the hometown association?"
Liang Maocai said, patting his chest.
The number of people was over-staffed, and the clothes, beds, dishes and chopsticks originally prepared were not enough, and they needed to be urgently purchased, which was another expense.
However, Nong Jinsun was so happy that he could not close his mouth and said with emotion: "If Yuan Jia is still there, I don’t know how happy I am to see this scene.”
Suddenly, the door of the Jingwu Association was violently knocked open, and a group of Japanese ronin with open arms rushed in.
They were talking a lot and carrying long swords.
When they saw the muscular man, they were all stunned.
The ones who came were the ronin who had been beaten just now, and the companions they called to help.
There were more than a dozen of them, all carrying long knives and full of murderous intent.
There was silence in the yard.
Under the gaze of three hundred pairs of angry eyes, beads of sweat oozed from the heads of the ronin.
The leading ronin suddenly bowed and said very politely: "Smith Marseille, I'm sorry, I'm tired of digging."
Went to the wrong door
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