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Xu Feng pondered slightly, "Master, Madam, leave this to me."

"You?" Zhang Yongcheng looked at Xu Feng suspiciously, only thinking that he was young and frivolous, so he smiled lightly, "You don't even have a place to sleep, what can you earn 30 yuan a day?"

Xufeng smiled and said, "Mother, don't worry about it. In short, I can definitely do it."

Zhang Yongcheng smiled and said, "Well, if you can make it, I will cook meat dishes and seafood for you, Madam, and also invite you to drink."

Xu Feng smiled and said, "Senior lady!"

Ye Wen quickly grabbed Xu Feng and said in a low voice, "A Feng, your teacher hates the man who talks the most. If you can't do it, don't make promises!"

Xufeng smiled and said: "Master, you can sleep at ease. You will have money to deliver to your door tomorrow morning. Oh, yes, lend me some paper and pen, and the key to the Tiantai martial arts gym. I am on the roof today. To sleep."

Ye Wen frowned and said, "How can it work? The roof is too rudimentary, it doesn't even have a bedboard."

"It doesn't matter, it's better than a shack." Xu Feng smiled optimistically.

Ye Wen sighed for a long time, "A Feng, following me such a master, it really hurts you."

Hearing this, Zhang Yongcheng hugged a quilt and said apologetically: "Afeng, our rental room is too small, so I can only wrong you go to the martial arts general."

"Thank you, Madam." Xu Feng took the quilt and bowed slightly to Zhang Yongcheng and Ye Wen, then gently opened the door of the rental house and slipped out like a thief.

Alas, the hero is short of breath.

Chapter 155

Xu Feng is not rushing to the top, making random promises to help Zhang Yongcheng make money.

He found that the teacher's wife Zhang Yongcheng is a very smart woman, and if you want to get the recognition of a smart woman, you can't just call "Master's wife" twice.

After all, Zhang Yongcheng is not the thirteenth aunt.

What's more, for Xufeng himself, making money is also a very important thing. If Ip Man has no money to maintain his life, then his Wing Chun learning journey will be over, and there is no way to wait for the hegemony of the Western boxing champion. The game has started.

Holding a thin quilt, Xu Feng walked fast, thinking about ways to make money all the way.

When renting out the house, he actually had a general idea, but he hadn't perfected the details yet.

If you want to make money quickly in the airport, you can't use ordinary methods.

Ye Wen is a master of the generation, and the Wing Chun method is also a truly powerful martial art, so Xu Feng's main idea is to help Ye Wen accept apprentices.

Ye Wen has never been in business, and he doesn't know how to advertise. He just rents a rooftop and waits for his apprentice.

If this is in Fushan, it is guaranteed to burst the door.

But it's a pity that this is an unfamiliar port here. No one knows who Ip Man is, let alone Wing Chun.

Therefore, the first thing Xufeng has to do is to help Ye Wen advertise, and it is an advertisement that does not take the usual path.

After Xufeng returned to the Tiantai Martial Arts Hall, he randomly put the thin quilt aside and took out paper and pen to write and draw.

After writing all the time, fifty "advertising posters" were finally finished.

In accordance with the image of "Yan Wing Chun" in his mind, he drew a woman playing Wing Chun, and added the text next to it: "Win Wing Chun, give 100 Hong Kong dollars, lose to Wing Chun, learn from the teacher Art, only 10 Hong Kong dollars a month."

There was a line of fine print at the back: "10 Hong Kong dollars, you can't buy it and lose money, you can't be fooled! If you win, you can get 100 yuan, and if you lose, you can learn top martial arts by paying only 10 yuan! What are you waiting for if you like martial arts? Come to the rooftop martial arts hall on xx building, xx street!"

There was no photocopier in this era, and fifty advertising posters could only be handwritten by Xufeng himself.

After he finally finished writing, Xu Feng stood up and stretched, rubbing his blood-red eyes.

After a short rest, Xufeng took the advertising posters and went to the most crowded places during the day, and posted the posters on the walls of various streets.

After everything was posted, the sky was already dark.

Only then did Xu Feng yawn, and returned to the rooftop martial arts gym exhaustedly, holding the thin quilt, and fell asleep.

"...A Feng, A Feng!"

Xu Feng opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Ye Wenzheng looking at him with concern, and again, it was bright outside.

"...Master, morning."

"Afeng, are you okay? I don't think you look good." Ye Wen asked with concern; "Are you worried about the promise you made to your wife yesterday? Well, 30 Hong Kong dollars a day, this It’s not a small amount. Now a pier coolie skilled worker can only earn three Hong Kong dollars a day."

Xufeng smiled and said, "Don't worry about Master, the money will be delivered soon."

Ye Man probed his hand and touched Xufeng’s forehead, "You kid, you don’t have a fever. Why do you just talk nonsense? Okay, since you’re all right, let’s get up and practice the exercises and teach Wing Chun that I taught you yesterday Thirteen hands, try again and show me."

"Yes! Master!"

Xu Feng got up all the time, took a brief wash, then stood on the roof and began to practice seriously against the wooden pile.

Ye Wen sat on the side with his legs up, nodding slightly.

Before I finished practicing a set of Wing Chun methods, I heard a cold shout from the door, "Who is Wing Chun Ye asked?"

Xufeng stopped the attack quickly and turned to look at the door.

I saw a young man wearing a peaked cap and wearing the latest trend of denim clothes, standing there arrogantly.

This man is not tall, has thin hair, and has very developed shoulder muscles. At first glance, he has practiced martial arts and has a good foundation.

Ye Wen brushed off his clothes, stood up calmly, and said politely, "It's down here."

The young man took out an advertisement poster, carefully compared the image of the woman in the poster, then looked at the nearly fifty-year-old Ye Wen, and suddenly frowned.

...False advertising!

"Are you not a woman?" the young man asked.

Ye Wen suddenly became a little annoyed, "How could it be a woman?"

"Then why draw a woman on the poster?"

"What poster? What picture of a woman?" Ye Wen was naturally confused.

"Huh, don't you admit it?" The young man handed the poster to Ye Wen.

Ye Man unfolded a look and was shocked, "This, this..."

As a great master, he would never write such an advertisement.

Xufeng quickly explained: "Master, I made this poster overnight."

"A Feng..." Ye Wen sighed helplessly, "Thanks for your hard work. No wonder you were slouched all morning."