Romance of Dragons and Snakes

“Money makes sense. If this man does not have money, even if he has more kung fu, he is just an ordinary man, but... it is not important to find out the origin of this man, it is important to give him back 5 million cheques. Just kidding. Take the money. Where's the light on our faces? ”

Daihong saw that his sister was a little hated for her raw love. Her heart grew helpless. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temple. At the same time, his stomach uploaded a feeling of hidden pain. Just now, Wang and Wang overmoved their hands and were pressed to the point of a small belly. Although Wang Chao heard himself admit to losing, the crushing hand hurt his intestines and waist.

Now, with a little strength in his core, his stomach feels like a tear.

“This man's martial arts are unpredictable.” Daihong tried his best to reduce the hidden pain in his stomach by relaxing all over his body and not exercising hard. "If he did it a little heavier, my martial arts would be abandoned. ”

Think about it, Dai Hong, a little scared. Abolishing martial arts is not as subtle as in the novel, breaking Dantian Qihai or anything that makes the real qi impossible to run. For example, Wang Chaogang pressed this, hurting the muscle points inside Daihong's abdomen, making him use the strength of his core, tearing the pain in his stomach, there is no way to force it.

A boxer can't use his core? What difference does that make to ordinary people?

In fact, indirectly, Zhou Binglin was also abandoned by Wang Chao. Because the broken hand, although surgically connected, cannot be vigorously applied and is no different from the hands of ordinary people, which not only fails to play a role in the battle, but on the contrary is a burden.

Dai Hong is in a better situation than Zhou Binglin, but it is definitely not easy. Not only can his belly not be vigorous, but even if he urinates hard, there is also a feeling of needle prick pain. Such a feeling of needle prick pain can lead to difficulty urinating, as if it were constipation of kidney loss.

“Saffron, musk, cow yellow, soaked with wine, slightly heated, rubbing every hour for three consecutive days. These things are breath nourishing, specializing in the treatment of any disease on the stomach, this formula is effective, but the medicine is too difficult to get some, good for our hearts and minds, otherwise, for a while, you can't get it really. ”

To practice boxing, first learn to heal injuries and get beaten, as long as you are a regular doorman, there will be a specialized pharmacy. This is for sure, the most famous is Shaolin Pharmacy. Daihong's Shanxi Xinmen also has a pharmacy, and there are many precious medicines in it. Although Wang Chao said these flavors are expensive, they are still authentic.

“I must tear his cheque to pieces in front of him, not his stinking money. Let him see. He's rich, and I'm not bad! He throws away five million dollars at will, and I can light it in front of him with a million dollars to see who's got more money! Look who's tough! Brother, I want someone to bring cash tomorrow. After I find this guy, I'll try burning money with him, see who's tough, see who's rich. I swear, I can do it!” Zhou Yuxin hummed and suddenly chewed his teeth off!

She had a slight look on her face, showing a kind of madness and harshness.

“Well, Sister, do what you want. I was hurt a lot. I went back to Shanxi today and came back after 3 years. You can arrange everything here, but don't mess with that person. The big one is inevitable. Don't overdo the fire.” Dai Hong has been taught the harshness of his sister. The man who can humiliate them by smashing five million dollars at will must be a very large man, as the blind can see.

For Daihong, Zhou Yuxin, although he won more than five million dollars, he did not make them feel happy, but rather created a strong sense of humiliation in their hearts. They are billionaires, not short of money, and these five million, albeit large, will never lose face for that money.

Zhou Yuxin thought about Wang Chao's fascinating state of writing cheques. He admired this handsome man and hated the itching of his teeth!

With all due respect, throw it away at will, or people bet to burn a million yuan, Zhou Yuxin can do it without blushing and heartbeat. However, if a million dollars were exchanged for dollars, Zhou Yuxin felt that he should still hesitate. Wang Chao could not be so calm and easy as throwing a coin.

Wang Chao's martial arts are incredibly high though. But Daihong, Zhou Yuxin, the two brothers and sisters, so far, did not mention how Wang Chao's kung fu was. Instead, they noticed the appearance of Wang Chao Xiao spilling a cheque. The two people were deeply constrained by Wang Chao. Ninety-nine percent came from Wang Chao's money, not the boxing technique he had cultivated to the highest realm.

The boxing technique is even higher, and the light is so faint in front of the money that can pass through the gods and make the ghosts push and grind.

Money makes sense, money makes ghosts grind.

As long as you have enough money, even ghosts can drive.

This is Daihong, Zhou Yuxin, and the adage of their Shanxi Jinzhong faction. From Hehwei's famous Jinshan to the current coal tycoon, they believed in this truth.

“Five million dollars, more than 30 million dollars. So you gave it to them, Wang Chao, in the end you clearly controlled the situation, why throw the money at them? You... you... you are the most..."

Just out of the villa of the coal tycoon boxer, Cao Jingjing lost his soul, like a soul. Though she is also a little princess [* * *], Cao Yi has been sneaking around for years just saving up a few properties and saving millions in the bank. All in all, not as much as Wang Chao wrote randomly. Though Cao Jingjing was accustomed to the outbreak, he felt the same pain in his heart.

“Why?” Wang chuckled, “What am I the most important person in the world? You think my money is so easy to take? If I didn't make an estimation mistake, in that Zhou Yuxin's last name, I would definitely try to find me in a few days, tear up the check in front of me and exasperate, maybe even fight with me to see who has the money. ”

As long as the check is not withdrawn, it is torn to pieces, which is the same as none. The money is still in the account.

“Most…” Cao Jingjing frowned and pondered for a while, suddenly smiling: “There is a king! ”

“The King's Qi! You read a lot of books.” Wang Chao was a little ridiculous.

“Nice, it's the King's Qi. Nothing fits better than these four words.” Cao Jingjing's smile became serious, as if he was discussing academic issues in a serious textbook.

“Is it because of my martial arts?” Wang Chao saw that Cao Jingjing was serious and asked casually. Undoubtedly, his most proud is his profound understanding of martial arts and boxing and his six years of experience of thinking all the time. And his greatest asset.

“It has nothing to do with your martial arts.” Cao Jingjing shook his head: “Seriously, Wang Chao, you are good at martial arts. Black Belt magazine says you are the number one martial artist in Asia. I just think you are a capable person. In this society, there are a lot of people who can do it, but it has nothing to do with the King's Qi. But today, I think your temperament, I don't know, that temperament, is the king's temperament. At that point, even if you are a man of unbridled chicken power, you still have that temperament, which has nothing to do with your martial arts. ”

“So that's it.” Wang Chao understood Cao Jingjing's meaning, haha smiled: “What kind of King's Qi am I? Real King's Qi. Look, last year's economic crisis, the country's leaders swung a lot, allocating trillions of billions, pulling domestic demand! The subprime mortgage crisis in the United States, when the big men met, allocated 700 billion dollars to save the city. This is the true King's Qi, trillions, hundreds of billions! Once you do it, change the fate of tens of millions of people. This is the King's Qi. What kind of King's Qi am I? I just became an outburst household. ”

“That's true.” Cao Jingjing also nodded in favour: “I currently have less than a few hundred thousand deposits, it's really more than human and angry. If I had billions, there would be a little bit of kingship. ”

One has hundreds of thousands of dollars on one's body, a drum pack, and enough gas. With millions, the temperament in this man's bones will hold up and he will dare speak out. With tens of thousands of them, the temperament will change dramatically and there will be an upscale feeling inside.

If you have hundreds of millions, billions of dollars, then congratulations, even if you have the power of an unbound chicken, you will grow more obscene, and when you speak, you will have a little kingship. This has nothing to do with martial arts.

“Well, let's not discuss this. Tomorrow, you will be in the Sports Commission's selection competition. Get some rest tonight, I'm gonna do something.” Wang Chaodao.

“What are you going to do?” Cao Jingjing asked.

“See Liao Junhua. ”

“The form is not optimistic and it is not very optimistic. ”

At night, in a very quiet office, Liao Junhua sat quietly on a hardwood bench. Outside the window, the shadow of a swaying tree reflected the light on the wall and looked very calm and miserable, like a ghost shadow.

Liao Junhua is watching a photo of the material at his desk about this exchange competition, the Han Wushu artists, and the jujitsu masters from some countries. Although this exchange of "Wudao Golden Sword” is one of the largest exchanges of Wudao between China and South Korea. However, fighters and martial arts masters from other countries can participate without nationality restrictions. Junhua Liao now has a book on the physical performance of several of the Brazilian jujitsu Gracie masters, as well as some unknown war achievements. They also led a group of young people to sign up for the Wudao Golden Sword Exchange.

When Liao Junhua was young, he was the top player of the double red stick of Hongmen in the United States. In his role in the Hundred Wars, he also knew a lot about the world's famous fighters. This time, he participated in a large number of people, his quality level was unprecedented.

Don't look at it domestically, there is not much coverage of this competition, there is no popularity at all, it is much worse than medium super, super girls and so on. But many foreign winds have been fired, and this “Wudao Golden Sword” competition is called an exchange event of unprecedented scale, highest level, highest prize, highest honor in the history of the world. Especially the 24k pure gold sword built by the Han said martial arts community with diamonds embedded in the words "martial arts", is the target of numerous competition, as well as high appearance fees and high bonuses. Everything exceeds the size of the highest prize champion's gold belt.

Legend has it that hosting this event is the support of many major Korean consortia, in addition to which 50 percent, is also funded by large American consortia. The horror of the chain of funds is unimaginable. There are also rumours that this competition is about breaking the myth of Chinese martial arts.

“Hey! Too many masters this time! Among the young people, there is also one Ho Linger with a deep record of merit. This time, none of our martial artists have seen enough. There is only one Wu Quannan Kung Fu a little higher, Lin Tingfeng is strong, and Daihong is also good. However, Daihong's field experience is slightly worse. If we really fight each other, at best, it is similar to that of the Segment of the country. Liu Qing, Jianghai is not bad compared, but I'm afraid it's no better than the last country. And Korean martial artists, there are a lot of quite high standards. Some of the youngsters are pretty good. It's just a shame, Duan Guo is super dead, Shaolin Temple's top three experts, two dead, blind eyes one, Zhou Binglin also broke his hand, otherwise, this time our formation, there are many chances of winning a little. ”

Liao Junhua looked at the information, the more he looked at shaking his head, closing his eyes, he could imagine, when the competition began, many foreign media, magazines, will be published, Chinese martial artists, when there was good communication, what handshake, was shaken on the wall to roll white eyes, pinched past check-in and photos.

Indeed, with this line of martial artists, although luxurious, a large number of them will certainly suffer.

“Unfortunately, Wang Chao, Tang Zidu, Zhao Guangrong, Chen Aiyang, Cheng Shanming and these top militant masters are not for me. It is no wonder, however, that the body is not in competition. Too bureaucratic, some unrelated martial artists, are not eligible to participate. Some of the best are still in jail. ”

Liao Junhua also knows a lot of masters, not without a real top of the line, but some are in jail, some look down on the body, the masters all have a surname. Nor can he be forced. Even if Zhou Binglin keeps doing it now, Liao Junhua estimates that 89 out of 10 old guys ignore the invitation of the Sports Commission.

Besides, the exchange had tremendous benefits, huge attendance fees, and a great reputation. It's all about relationships. Although Liao Junhua is temporarily in charge, if he changes all the people he knows, he will undoubtedly offend a lot of people. It's bad for him, even if he's out of gear, before he comes to power, only with the mud, hello to me, hello to everyone.

Even if these martial artists get together today, it's hard to keep him from fighting inside. After all, many of them have old grievances. You don't like me, I don't like you. To reconcile their relationship, Liao Junhua is also very difficult.

“Headaches! Headaches! If this exchange competition fails, it'll make our kung fu even worse than football's reputation. Hey! Then I can kill myself. My teacher won't forgive me first. ”

Liao Junhua suddenly had a headache. He knew very well that if this exchange competition failed, his master Zhu Hongzhi could be angry and would throw him out of the division. After all, if the reputation of kung fu stinks like football, the worst hit are the Chinese who run martial arts halls in foreign countries and eat with boxing forensics.

Even Tang Zidu and Wang Chao are worried that Tang Meng will be affected, not to mention a slate of sandy floodgates?

Liao Junhua thought about his teacher Zhu Hongzhi's dojo in the US martial arts hall was shut down, and he was shivering with goose bumps. Although his status is high, he is a little scared of his master's anger.

And the scariest part is, if he screws up this time, he'll probably be scolded worse than Football Association chairman Pus Duck. Hosting the work of this exchange, he looked fat, but Liao Junhua knew it was a bad thing. However, there are things that have been done and things that have not been done. After all, Liao Junhua is still in charge. After all, no one is more suitable than himself. If you replace another officer who doesn't know how to do it, it's worse. Now you know how to do it, host it, there's still hope.

“Who!” When Liao Junhua was troubled, suddenly his ears shook violently, and the sweat on his neck stood up like a chicken fight.

He was also a master, with thick, thin hair, and went into the melting force. The whole body is incredibly sensitive, and even in the midst of the troubles, a slight voice is heard.

His eyes looked at the window, which suddenly opened, and a shadow flashed in, silent.

“Wang Chao, what are you doing back home! How dare you come to Yanjing! How dare you! You came to me!” Liao Junhua's eyes were sharp. As soon as he saw this shadow, he pressed down his throat and burst out.

(To be continued)