Romance of Dragons and Snakes

Cao Yi was right, although Wang Chao conferred the rank of Major. But this rank is nothing but an empty check.

Up to a few more entitlements, hundreds more a month, a thousand dollars' salary, New Year's benefits for fish, meat, fruit, etc., medical expenses reimbursement, etc.

Expenses for medical treatment are reimbursed in kind for New Year's holidays, and salaries are increased. This is naturally a very good treatment for ordinary organ army cadres.

But now Wang Chao has hundreds of millions of his own assets. He's not short of money. What do you want those treatments for?

Lin Yanan himself is in the navy, has increased his rank, has a chance to return to the position and take power, but Wang Chao can't.

“There's no way to do that. It would be nice to be awarded a title. Do you want him to take on a real position? This is not unrealistic.” Zhou Liang sighed, "the rank of the air force is also a rank, retired in the future, there are also guarantees. ”

“Do you think he could retire in the future?” Cao Yi looked weird and looked at Zhou Liang.

Indeed, Wang Chao's chances of being able to retire and die like this are only minimal. In Cao Yi's opinion and Zhou Liang's view, I'm afraid that Wang Chao % will die in the ring, where there may be a chance of retirement later.

“That's also true, I'm going to make a report to the top to see if I can get some more treatment and a little more convenience.” Zhou Liang nodded, “It's really not easy to beat him to death, give him an airline title, and some things can't be said. Although we are secretly set up, it is also an agency of the Military Commission, isn't it? Either the rank is bigger or the Major General is no good. ”

“The Major General certainly did not, even those who sang a few random songs by the Literary Corps are now Major General. Fighting is harder than talking.” Cao Yi had a slight smile on his face.

“Cao, don't scratch. We have to believe in Division. Everything's going to be okay. It's going to be bloody, it's going to sweat, it's not going to bleed.” Zhou Liang clapped Cao Yi's shoulder, "In the second half of the year, you will be rectified, officially appointed the provincial public security department director, a handful. It will not be difficult to enter the Standing Committee of the Provincial Council in a few years' time. ”

“Doesn't matter to me, big officer. Still working for the country?” Cao Yi: “Why don't you make a report?" The report doesn't work. We can go to Yanjing ourselves and scratch the old chief's hair. ”

Just as Cao Yi and Zhou Liang increased their treatment for Wang Chao, Wang Chao had reached a village called Hong Village in the Chaoshan area of Guangdong.

In a regular Santana, Wang Chao and Zhujia sat in the back row, and Lin Yanan sat in the cab driving.

The car travels slowly along the country trail, not bumpy, not dusty, very smooth.

Because it's all colorful cement roads. A few years ago, the country built new socialist villages, rural roads and cement roads.

Although these cement roads are not wide enough to barely pass through agricultural vehicles, they are sufficient in the face of small cars.

“This Hongcun is Zhang Wei's hometown. Almost everyone in the village will practice a few hands. Mainly practicing Hung boxing, also practicing Wing Chun, Shaolin Chang boxing. Some of them are powerful martial arts masters, but they have all come out to fight in battle and may therefore have no fame in the rivers and lakes. ”

Lin Yanan drove while explaining the investigation information to Wang Chao.

“That is true, there are many folk practitioners, but dare to come out to fight black boxing, beat the martial arts, break into the rivers and lakes, but less pitiful, skilled, powerful, and notorious boxing skills are also in reason.” Wang Chao said so too.

Not forced by life, seduced by money, no martial artist is willing to come out and bust into a fight with blood in his fists every day.

“Zhang Wei broke into the river and lake for many years. After he made a famous name for himself, he washed his hands and took money to do business in Shantou, but he lost Ben. He was caged by Yike Group. After he died, he was in a heavy debt. I heard his wife sold all the original houses and other property with her children and went back to his home in Hongcun. ”

In two or three days, Lin Yanan was able to hear the situation clearly.

“Hey, if you're having trouble, give me a hand. That's exactly what I'm saying this time. After all, Zhang Wei is also a worthy opponent. It's not easy to practice boxing to his realm.” Wang Chao looked out the window and sighed.

“He jumped to death himself, but the reason is you, you're not afraid that his son will grow up to avenge you? I also practice martial arts. I know a lot of martial arts stories. In a situation like yours, it should be to come here to weed out the roots, not to help out kindly. What if you get old and can't touch him? His son is practicing martial arts, and he is in his prime age, challenging you for revenge. What do you do? ”

Lin Yanan's eyes passed through the reflective mirror and drove, watching with interest Zhu Jia, who was obsessed with sleeping on Wang Chao.

Zhu Jia followed Wang Chao all the time these days, almost inseparable. From Qingdao to Guangdong, we drove into the countryside again, bumping all the way. She doesn't have Lin Yanan. Wang Chao has practiced kung fu like this. She is a little tired so far and has slept with Wang Chao.

Lin Yanan dared to talk to Wang Chao like this because Zhu Jia slept over.

“Grass-cutting?” Wang Chao laughed, “Even if I thought, it is now the rule of law society, not the martial arts of the Qing Dynasty. ”

“As a matter of fact, in our capacity, it's no big deal that you're going to cut the grass out of it. You can just fool around. It's not a big deal. ”

Lin Yanan had a slight temptation on her face and a mysterious smile.

“I can no longer be a breath-taking boxer, and I can't do anything to uproot the grass. You want to seduce me, don't you?” Wang Chao picked out his eyebrows and laughed.

“What temptation?” Zhujia's ears moved, her eyes blurred and she climbed up.

“It's Hongcun!” Lin Yanan, a brake, immediately interrupted the speech.

The three of them stepped out of the car and saw the village's pond gleaming, a stream winding through it, and a building's house standing by a wooded hill.

The creek surrounding the village built a stone bridge with huge banyan trees on both sides, and the rootstocks of the banyan tree went deep into the stream water, developing a small banyan forest. There are three, three, two, two people under the tree, either playing cards or shaking Puffana cold.

When Wang Chaochu arrived in Qingdao, it was Yangchun March, and now it has been a long time, until the summer of June.

“Hey, hey, hey!” The voice came in, and the sound of the iron ring crashing in it, Wang Chao three people looked at the past along the sound, and found the other side of the bridge under the banyan tree, standing four or five young people, stamping horseback, wearing a row of steel circles on both arms, punching and punching the energy.

Every time you push, the rim on your arm hits, you make a clanging sound.

These young people, stable horseback, strong boxing, tiger life. Obviously, there's already a foundation.

Wang Chao saw a row of steel rings on their arms, knowing that this was the bridge player in Hong's practice, also known as Iron Wire Fist.

Strengthen your bones with a steel band around your arms, and over time, your arms will become a set of reinforced steel.

Four or five young men, two middle-aged men, all Blackbeard elders, smell like martial artists.

Wang Chao saw from afar that the two elderly Blackbeard elders, the temples burst out, the skeletal muscles all over the body leaked out sturdy, one of them, wearing a centipede buttoned black coat, hair burst up, erected an audition in the center of the Heavenly Spirit cover, also with a heel inserted, obviously a Taoist costume.

“Go, ask. ”

Knowing the prevalence of martial arts in Hung Village, Zhang Wei is the great martial arts master from Hung Village. Weiming Hehe, the martial arts practitioner should not know where his home is.

Lin Yanan drove over the bridge and parked not far from where the men practiced martial arts.

The Taoist and middle-aged martial artist had long noticed movement and looked at Wang Chao three people drilling out of the car.

“Practice. Keep your eyes peeled. Don't look at me. Concentrate! ”

Lin Yanan and Zhujiadu are elegant and have beautiful faces. The young men who practiced saw two beautiful women walking over and couldn't help but split up their own gods, their eyes constantly turning this way. The middle-aged martial artist immediately harshly cursed.

“Is this Master Zhang Wei's home town?” Lin Yanan asked this middle-aged martial artist before.

“Why are you looking for Zhang Wei's home?” Upon hearing the words Zhang Wei, the face of the middle-aged martial artist suddenly changed, and his eyes flashed with a sharp light. He measured Lin Yanan up and down again.

“You're a practitioner too. Why do you want Zhang Wei? ”

The Taoist dressed man asked again.

As a result of the sudden change, several young boxing practitioners automatically stopped, and measured Wang Chao three people with cold eyes.

“I am a friend of Master Zhang Wei. I heard something had happened to him. I came to see his family specifically to see if there was anything I could do to help.” Lin Yanan's martial arts only practiced Ming Jing to the top, and the Taoist saw it as a practitioner at first sight.

However, Wang Chao's martial arts have already gained musculoskeletal clatter, with the thunderous sound of the hand, the inner and outer convergence, the yin and yang converge, and the force penetrates the realm of the five dirty six hearts of the master. Normally, it's hard to see him practicing.

The strength in the muscles penetrates the gut. You can't see it from the outside.

“Zhang Wei's friend? I know all Zhang Wei's friends. How come I haven't seen you?” Middle-aged martial artists speak poorly.

“How dare you?” Lin Yanan also frowned.

“I'm his brother, Leung Jungwen.” The middle-aged martial artist stretched his fingers slightly and his fingers snapped immediately: “Young man? Who the hell are you people? Be clear.”

“Liang Jungwen? I've only read the information. I know that Zhang Wei has studied boxing since childhood with the authentic Wing Chun heir Liang. This Liang Zhengwen is obviously Liang Zheng's son and descendant?” As soon as Wang Chao turned his head, he remembered Zhang Wei's information.

Wing Chun's founder, Yan Wing Chun's husband was Liang Bo Tao, then Foshan Liang Zan, and then Guangdong Martial Arts World of the Qing Dynasty Republic. After Huang Feihong, he became a master of martial arts and Guangdong Liang surname. A large part of this was authentic Wing Chun. Wing Chun blends Hong boxing, Nanshaolin Luohan long boxing and other boxing techniques, Wing Chun will also know Hong boxing. Many of them are connected.

“This Liang Zhengwen is Zhang Wei's brother, but does not go out in the martial arts industry, obviously did not go out to fight for black boxing.” There are a lot of folk masters. After all, there are a few people who are famous, and they are not necessarily unknown.

Just like then, Sun Lutang talked about folk high people: Du Xinwu can't get out of the mountain, who knows Xu Dwarf? Who is Dong Haichuan's master?

“You're here to see his family, aren't you? Unfortunately, his wife and children have left the country.” The Taoist had long eyebrows, vertical and vertical.

“Left the country? ”

Wang Chao was slightly surprised and then released. He and Zhang Wei were just opponents. This time, he came to help his family in a sympathetic way. If he left the country, that would be fine.

And Lin Yanan made an eye, “Let's go! ”

Just as Wang Chao turned around and left, he heard Liang Zhengwen sipping: “Wait. ”

“Master Liang, what can I do for you?” Lin Yanan turned around.

“Who the hell are you? Zhang Wei is my brother, and I know him well. I didn't know they had three young friends? It's not that I'm suspicious. It's really my brother who has been fighting for years. He has many enemies and has to ask clearly.” Liang Zhengwen explained the tone, but there was no moderation in the color of the gods.

“We learned kung fu from Master Zhang, this time we heard something happened to him...” Lin Yanan said.

“Bullshit! As you walk, your elbow joints slightly flex out, clearly practicing the kung fu of the eight-polar elbow wrapping, and you have a fire! Wing Chun Hung, Baihe Gate, South Fist Party, practice bridge arm strength, will not practice this effect! ”

The Taoist's eyes were sharp and he immediately saw Tian Ni.

(To be continued)