Chapter 63: Winter vacation homework has not been done yet

Yan Zhiyong opened his mouth wide and almost couldn't close it. He thought to himself that I was fighting with a man named Chen. Last time Yu Deshun called for a fight, he met him. This time, his friend helped find a job to teach people a lesson, but he still met him.

Who is Chen Zikun? The great master who defeated Yu Zhankui, the heroes from both sides and the heroes from both sides are brothers. What kind of guys are he? Although he is known as the senior brother of the Qitian Martial Arts Hall, there is actually no tough guy. It is okay to bully ordinary people. In front of a real master like Chen Zikun, he can only be slaughtered.

"Chen Daxia, it's you, young people, hurry up and go to Erchen Shop, the other side of the alley to cook four dishes and make a pot of wine." Yan Zhiyong responded to the situation and stood up and wiped the bench with his sleeves, asking Chen Zikun to sit on it.

Chen Zikun was not polite, and sat down and asked, "Senior Brother Yan was so cold-eyed just now. Are you planning to fight with whom?"

"Haha, you are so good at joking. I'm not cold-eyed. Look at me, and I look happy." Yan Zhiyong rubbed his big hands and smiled foolishly, his mouth was grinning. Since Chen Zikun defeated Yu Zhankui, the business of the Qitian Martial Arts Hall has plummeted, and no one has learned his skills anymore. The income of the Martial Arts Hall depends entirely on the tuition paid by his apprentice. Without his apprentice, there is no money to spend. So he used his money to eliminate disasters for others and helped others stand out for just thirty yuan.

Chen Zikun smiled and said, "Don't hide it from me, I know what about that letter? Let me read it."

Yan Zhiyong had no choice but to take the belief that Chen Zikun brought, and took out the letter paper and saw that there was no word on it, just a piece of white paper.

"Chen Daxia, you are a master, and I dare not deceive anything. A friend paid 30 yuan to teach me a lesson. Hehe, don't worry, I will beat him when I turn back. I dare not be able to get along with you, and I will get tired of living."

Yan Zhiyong was ready to rub his hands, and his teeth were itchy. His expression was not pretending. It would be very harmful to make friends.

Chen Zikun said, "Don't let it go, your friend must have been entrusted by someone. Let's do this. If you tell him, just say I was taught a lesson by you, and I'll be over?"

Yan Zhiyong laughed apologized: "You are joking, how can this be done? You are a hero, how can you be taught a lesson by me as a small character? If this is spread, it will work."

Chen Zikun said, "Senior Brother Yan praised me. I am the businessman who drove the car factory. I am not from you martial arts world. I don't open a martial arts school or accept disciples. Why do I care about that Xu Ming? You just said, how much money did that friend pay?"

Yan Zhiyong stretched out three fingers: "Thirty dollars appeared in the ocean."

"Okay, I won't take advantage of you. Let's add five to two or one. Just give me half of it. I need cash." Chen Zikun said.

Yan Zhiyong was stunned again, and he shared the money with this master, but this was the best. He quickly went back to the house and took out 30 yuan: "Chen Daxia, how dare I compete with you, it's all yours."

Chen Zikun said: "I am the most wise man of the world. I never eat more and take more, just take fifteen yuan."

As he said that, he took fifteen dollars and left in his pocket.

Yan Zhiyong wiped his sweat: "Oh my God, what's this? Jianghu is really getting more and more confused."

Half an hour later, a martial arts friend who was working as a guard in Yao Mansion came to the door and asked with a smile: "Zhiyong, is it comfortable to practice boxing?"

Yan Zhiyong bowed: "I almost scared me to death for your blessing."

The martial artist said strangely: "How do you say this?"

Yan Zhiyong said: "Do you know, who was the one you arranged for me to beat? It was Chen Zikun, a rookie in the martial arts world who defeated my master Yu Zhankui in Taoranting!"

The martial artist stuck out his tongue: "It turned out to be him, why did he become a cart puller?"

Yan Zhiyong said: "He was originally a car manufacturer, and he was hiding in the city. Do you understand?"

The martial artist said, "Then have you fought with him?"

Yan Zhiyong sneered: "If I start fighting with him, I can't stand and talk to you anymore. People have told me that I have to settle the score with the person behind the scenes. Fortunately, I have a little friendship with him. I have been begging for a long time before I can make it clear, and I even paid 50 yuan."

The martial artist wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and took out fifty dollar bills: "I should pay for this money, you can take it." He stuffed it into Yan Zhiyong's hands.

"Who is the two of us brothers? I should pay for the old brother to eliminate disasters. That's what I should do as my younger brother." Yan Zhiyong said beautifully, holding the money in his palm but he was tightly holding.

The two discussed and said something again. The martial artist went back to report to Miss Yao that he had already taught Chen Zikun a lesson.

Miss Yao asked, "Will he be able to do martial arts?"

The martial artist was blind and responded to the situation: "You can't say anything, you can't say anything."

"So, or not?"

"It may have been practiced. My friend took a lot of effort to subdue him. The two of them passed more than 300 moves." The martial artist spoke nonsense.

Yao Yilei frowned. It seemed that it was Julian, and it would be troublesome if he broke him. He waved his hand and asked the martial artist to go down.

"Miss..." The martial artist was thinking about the hundred dollars and was embarrassed to say it clearly.

The little maid was not polite and pushed the martial artist out.

The martial artist went downstairs in disappointment, feeling very distressed, and finally let himself pay for fifty dollars.

...

Yao Yilei was worried and asked the maid to call Chen Zikun up again. Seeing that there were no scars on his body, she felt relieved and pretended to ask: "You are satisfied with this job. If someone bullies you, tell me, I will make the decision for you."

Chen Zikun said: "I am not satisfied. Our Tsinghua Car Factory is determined to be the best car factory in Beijing. What kind of work does Guizhou Mansion do? It's okay to just find a broken dog to urge me. Why spend 60 yuan a month to ask our professional coachman? Also, the housekeeper arranged for me to deliver the letter. As a result, someone wanted to beat me when I went to the place. Fortunately, I had practiced so I didn't suffer any loss. Do you think this is considered bullying me?"

Yao Yilei followed her father and was very smart. It was normal for a hundred dollars to turn sixty dollars. It was common for servants to take advantage of the situation. There was nothing to say. She didn't take it seriously. What she cared about was whether Chen Zikun was Julian.

"Hehe, you can even surrender Japanese officers easily, and you will definitely not suffer any losses. Maybe the butler wants to make a joke with you." Yao Yilei deliberately made a trap.

Chen Zikun said: "What Miss Yao said? I don't understand. I have never fought with the Japanese. Instead, I have competed with Yu Zhankui, a famous martial artist in the capital. I was lucky enough to win him in one move. This was a few months ago and is not worth mentioning."

Yao Yilei frowned and calculated the time. It was obvious that Chen Zikun was the first and Julian was the next. According to him, he came to Beijing before the Lunar New Year and had been in the lower class, had run a car factory, and was competing with Yu Zhankui. One person would definitely not be able to play two completely different roles.

Then there is only one possibility, Julian and him are twin brothers!

"You are better than Yu Zhankui. It's great. Just be my guard and give you 100 yuan a month, okay?" Yao Yilei said with a gaze, and she just refused to let Chen Zikun go.

One hundred yuan, Chen Zikun swallowed his saliva. This was not a small amount, but he was still stubborn: "No, I have a lot of things to do, I can't guard the yard for your family every day."

Yao Yilei said: "What can you do? Isn't it just that you can open a broken car factory? I'll give it twice as much money every month."

Chen Zikun said seriously: "A gentleman loves money and takes it well. Thank you Miss Yao for your kindness. I am a seven-foot man..."

"Two hundred yuan a month." Yao Yilei interrupted him and directly offered a price that he could not refuse.

"I..." Chen Zikun was really a little confused.

Yao Yilei continued, "And you don't have to stay here all day. You do whatever you should do. I will call you if I have something to do. You don't have to rush to answer now. Go back and think about it before talking. By the way, you don't have a phone number at home. Let's have someone install a phone number for you so we can contact us. That's all, you can go out first, I'm going to rest."

After saying that, he yawned. The little maid came over to drive him away immediately, not giving Chen Zikun a chance to speak.

Listening to the footsteps of Chen Zikun going downstairs, Yao Yilei showed a little fox-like smirk, teasing and teasing men's feelings. She is one of the masters. Many famous young men in Beijing were fascinated by her and came to life. However, Chen Zikun, like Julian, looked at her beauty and cuteness, and couldn't help but make Miss Yao compete and competitive. Even if he was not Julian, he would take it down and then abandon it fiercely.

Humph, let you pretend to be deep, sooner or later, I will be the minister under my skirt. Yao Yilei lay on the bed and thought with serene satisfaction.

...

Chen Zikun pulled the air cart back to the Ziguang Car Factory. Seeing this, Xue Pingshun hurriedly asked: "Have you really pushed Yao Mansion's job?"

"No, I'm changing my job, don't need to pull a cart. If you have something to do, it will cost 200 yuan a month." Chen Zikun said.

Xue Pingshun almost didn't take any hesitation. He didn't have to do anything. He paid 200 yuan a month. How could such a good thing happen in the world? Even the deputy minister of the Ministry of Transportation could not withstand this kind of waste method.

"Well, does Yao Mansion still want people? I'm also willing to give up my old bones." Xue Pingshun said.

Chen Zikun said: "Uncle Xue, you are really good at joking. Miss Yao is not drunk."

Xue Pingshun said: "Da Kunzi, you have to be careful. The rich lady is not on the same path as us. You are a big boss. There are some things that the uncle can't say. Oh, Xing'er has left you food, and it's still hot on the stove."

As she was talking, Aunt Wang came in with a tray, a bowl of white rice porridge, a plate of stir-fried pork with cabbage, a plate of fried peanuts, a plate of fried eggs with chopped green onions, four large steamed buns, green onions and yellow mayonnaise, and Erguotou in a small tin pot.

Chen Zikun was eating voraciously, while Aunt Wang was nagging: "Xing'er is so virtuous, she works quickly and filially. If anyone marrys such a wife, she will have accumulated great virtue in her previous life."

Xue Pingshun also said, "Xing'er is almost eighteen, and it's time to go out. Her daughter can't stay when she grows up. If she gets married far away, Xing'er's mother will not cry to death. If she wants me to tell you, it's better to find someone who knows the truth."

The two of them sang together, but Chen Zikun didn't go into his ears at all. His mind was a white ocean, a shiny bicycle, and Lin Wenjing's slender back. Miss Yao's red lips were chaotic. Suddenly, he saw the Latin books on the corner of the table, and his heart suddenly became cold.

I spent the whole winter vacation and delayed my homework.
Chapter completed!