Just when Zhang Fugui took out his mobile phone, the phone suddenly vibrated.

1 Ran Laodao then took a step back and said very politely: "Little friend, please help yourself."

Zhang Fugui saw the phone number clearly and muttered "No," and then replied with an apologetic look on his face: "I'll go out and take a call first."

At the corner of the corridor, Zhang Fugui answered the call from Feng Changxia.

Just last night, Zhang Fugui contacted Feng Changxia again and explained everything to Feng Changxia about his meeting with Charles today and what he planned to do.

Feng Changxia was very surprised by Zhang Fugui's progress. She was surprised that Zhang Fugui could attract the attention of the organization behind George in just a few days.

After agreeing to some of Zhang Fugui's suggestions, Feng Changxia made the same suggestion as Cao Cao, that is, he hoped that Zhang Fugui could speed up the damage to the relationship between George and Xiaotian's only son, because Feng Changxia's investigation had already arrived.

In the middle and later stages, only the intensification of the conflict between George and Oda's only son can give Feng Changxia a chance to seize more leverage.

On the premise that everything was agreed upon last night, Feng Changxia called again today.

This unexpected situation made Zhang Fugui somewhat worried.

The worry was indeed true. As soon as the phone was connected, Feng Changxia said in code: "Dear customer, the card has expired. I hope you can recharge as soon as possible."

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

This was a secret code between Zhang Fugui and Feng Changxia, which meant to tell Zhang Fugui to be more careful as his "guest" was about to arrive.

Zhang Fugui was shocked and thought to himself: Why didn't Charles come as promised?

The most important thing right now is to keep this table of martial arts seniors company, and then free up energy and time to deal with Charles.

After making up his mind, Zhang Fugui patted his face with his hand, put on a smiling face, and walked into the private room again.

"Seniors, I'm sorry, it's just a small matter, let's continue...continue." As Zhang Fugui was talking, he saw the waiter knocking on the door and entering.

Immediately afterwards, more than ten dishes with delicious colors, flavors and tastes were served on the dining table one after another.

Zhang Fugui picked up the wine bottle diligently and walked to the people opposite him with a happy face. He first filled up a glass of wine for Taoist Priest 1, and then filled up the others in order according to their seating order.

"Although I don't understand the rules, I know that all of you seniors are highly respected leaders in the martial arts world. With this glass of wine, I will first apologize to all of you for my subordinate Huang Batian." Zhang Fugui finished speaking and took a sip.

Drain the wine from the glass.

But when he looked at the crowd, he felt bad, because these old seniors were not moving at all.

Some closed their eyes to rest, some stared directly at Zhang Fugui, and some secretly looked at Old Taoist Yiran.

"Of course...it doesn't mean that we just get over it after having a glass of wine. I will compensate as much as I should compensate. There is absolutely no ambiguity in this regard." Zhang Fugui saw that the scene was deserted and hurriedly continued to explain.

1. The old Taoist sighed secretly, and then said to Zhang Fugui: "Little friend, I don't know if you are pretending to be confused, or you look down on us old guys?"

When Zhang Fugui heard these words, he could hardly think anymore.

"What you said, why should I look down on you? Let's not talk about the rules in the martial arts world, just based on the actual age. How could I, a junior, be unreasonable to you..." Although Zhang Fugui didn't

I understood the meaning of Lao Ran's words, but I could hear the displeasure in them, so I quickly apologized.

"Thanks to your ability." Old Taoist Yi Ran said quietly.

"Don't... don't say that. It's true that my men let the dogs bite people, but this is definitely not his intention. And didn't I invite you to come over and apologize to you? What's more..." Zhang Fugui quickly answered.

, he could tell that Old Taoist Yiran didn't really praise him.

"I said, that matter has been revealed, and what we want to talk about is other things." Old Taoist Yi Ran interrupted before Zhang Fugui finished speaking.

"Come on? Other things? What other things?" Zhang Fugui asked, not knowing why.

"Brother, this guy surnamed Zhang has been pretending to be confused since he came in. He is not the same as us. Why should we waste time with him?" A man who looked like an older version of Zhang Fei with a shaved beard suddenly couldn't help it.

Complained to the old Taoist Yi Ran.

Zhang Fugui really didn't know what he had done to offend the other party. He could only look at Taoist Priest Yiran helplessly, hoping that the other party would give him a happy word.

"A rich boy, but a poor man. Thanks to the praise of his martial arts colleagues and the trust of the country and organizations, he is currently the president of the martial arts association, and those around me also hold important positions in the martial arts association."

1 Ran Laodao pointed to the people around him and introduced Zhang Fugui.

Zhang Fugui didn't expect that these old men had such a big background, so he quickly said politely: "I really can't see Taishan..."

1. Ran Lao Dao interrupted Zhang Fugui again: "I am telling you this just to tell you that we are not here to ask questions, nor are we using our age and the prestige gained in our youth to pressure others. We are the real deal.

We are people who practice martial arts, and some of us have also contributed to the defense of our country... We are people with dreams and ideas!"

Listening to the passionate and generous speech by Yi Ran Lao Dao, Zhang Fugui's scalp felt a little numb.

My heart said, didn’t I come here to apologize to you? Why did you tell me about your dreams and ideas?

Could it be that you old guys want to form a group to debut?

"Oh... then I wonder what the juniors can do for the seniors?" Zhang Fugui asked subconsciously.

"Little friend, we are in this industry, so we know the situation of this industry. The Chinese martial arts has almost reached the end of the road until now. This is not the fault of others. It is only the fault of the predecessors who had a narrow vision. They only know how to work behind closed doors and talk about nothing.

It is no exaggeration to say that in today's martial arts world, people who are just trying to make a lot of money are making a lot of money, and people who are just trying to gain fame are becoming famous, but there are fewer people who are genuine and have real kung fu...

·." When Taoist Master Ran said this, he looked around with great pride. Obviously, he meant that the people around him were all real people.

"In fact, not only are there fewer people who have real kung fu in their hands, but there are also fewer people who are willing to practice real kung fu." He didn't speak, and an old man who seemed to be the youngest continued to speak in a seasoned way.

"Who can blame this? Old man Lei, why did your master's 6-10-4 Thunder Palm pass to you and only 4-10 are left? Where did the most critical 2-10-4 go? Isn't it because your master believes in

According to the so-called sect rules, the complete set of palm techniques can only be passed on to the eldest disciple. What happened? Your senior brother died in a car accident while driving drunk. I don’t feel sorry for his death. I feel sorry for those 214 Road Running Thunder Palms." 1

Ran Laodao said with a sad face.

Zhang Fugui realized at this time that the purpose of these old men coming to him was definitely not as simple as an apology and compensation. Could it be that they were here to solicit sponsorship and investment?

But before Zhang Fugui could speak, Old Taoist Yiran continued: "Young friend Fugui, you don't have to hide it from me. Your martial arts has reached the state of returning to nature, without any trace of training."

When Zhang Fugui heard this, his heart trembled, and he secretly thought that not only did he have no traces, he simply had no training.

While Zhang Fugui was still wondering secretly, the old Taoist Yiran next to him already thought that Zhang Fugui acquiesced to his statement.

"Although I have some experience in the practice of internal martial arts, I have never been able to figure it out. Although it is possible to break stone tablets and open stones, it is still difficult to achieve the level of proficiency used by my little friend..." 1 Ran Lao

The Taoist priest continued to explain.

The more Zhang Fugui heard about it, the more he didn't understand it. He thought to himself, what's the point of this? Isn't it an apology drink? Why did it suddenly become a martial arts research seminar? Not to mention that he didn't know anything about this aspect.

1. Ran Laodao saw Zhang Fugui's expression changing constantly and thought that Zhang Fugui was weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

"My little friend, I'm so old-fashioned and abrupt. We can put the research on internal strength later. I'm here this time... I just want to ask you about the swordsmanship you showed on the ring... you

Can you learn it all?" The old Taoist Ran looked at Zhang Fugui with hope.

Zhang Fugui shook his head in embarrassment and did not dare to say a single word because he still could not determine what the fundamental purpose of these people was.

1 Ran Lao Dao sighed lonely, and then he seemed to have specially organized his words. It seemed that he thought that the request he made next was indeed a bit excessive.

"It's just a stupid thing to be rude...but...but I have one request. I hope you can repeat the swordsmanship moves you showed on the ring...Of course, we won't let you waste your efforts."

There was actually a tone of pleading in the words of the old Taoist priest.

When Zhang Fugui heard these words, he looked at Taoist Priest Ran blankly, and then glanced around at the other people in the room.

"Seniors, why are you here today?" Zhang Fugui couldn't help but ask.

The man whom Taoist Master Yi Ran called Old Man Lei was the first to speak: "Zhang Xiaoyou, the old guys won't take you for free. As long as you are willing to hand over the sword manual, I will have these dozens of moves left in my hand."

Leave it to you, I will never hide anything from Master Patriarch!"

"Little friend, and the old man, I will leave all the qigong practice in my hands to you... Also, if you don't have a partner, I have a granddaughter in her twenties. If you have the guts to pursue her,

Once you get it, my martial arts school that has been passed down for more than 400 years will also be yours from now on." The tallest old man suddenly made a generous offer, and at the end he emphasized: "My granddaughter is very beautiful...

·."

"Really? How beautiful?" Zhang Fugui asked with a smile.

"She's so beautiful. She's as tall as I am and tall." The tall old man promised, patting his chest.

"Yes, Brother Gao, I have met your granddaughter. Her size is whatever you want, but so is her appearance. From a distance, she looks exactly like you when you were young!" A fat old man couldn't help but sneered.

"What's wrong with me? My daughter is destined to have a good fortune and a prosperous husband!" Old Man Gao immediately retorted.

Zhang Fugui carefully observed Old Man Gao's appearance and felt that this husband was not prosperous.

"Nonsense! One by one... I don't know the importance! Didn't I agree that I came here today to ask Zhang Xiaoyou to hand over the sword manual? You are here to recruit your grandson-in-law." Taoist priest Ran saw the old brothers.
Chapter completed!