Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Chapter 982 This is the backbone of the Chinese people and it must not collapse

Hong Zhennan slowly stood up and saw Qi Shanhe's disciples wailing around Qi Shanhe's body. He roared angrily.

"We had clearly knocked the man down and didn't pursue him, but this foreigner took advantage of the situation and attacked him, killing him. He must be held responsible for this!"

The disciples on Wuguan Street also stood up, raised their hands and shouted.

"life for a life!"

"Let him pay with his life!"

Wallace jumped onto the ring, pointed at the people on Wuguan Street with contempt, and said disdainfully.

"Of course, a fight has to be a life-or-death struggle. Otherwise, don't come up. That Chinese guy just now couldn't beat Petrov, so he deserved to be beaten to death. If you keep arguing, I'll arrest you all and put you in jail for your quarrel."

Hong Zhennan quickly reached out to stop his disciples from shouting, and he spoke loudly.

"Mr. Wallace, Master Qi has stopped his attacks. Why did Petrov continue his sneak attack? Shouldn't there be an explanation?"

Host Bob stepped forward and shouted.

"No no no, it wasn't a sneak attack. I already shouted 'start' and everyone heard it. It was the Chinese guy who wasn't prepared. OK?"

Wallace shrugged.

"The ring is a battlefield. Since you haven't left the ring, that means you haven't left the battlefield. Then, isn't it normal for you to be beaten to death on the battlefield? Okay, Hong, you have no right to bargain with me! The game continues!"

Hong Zhennan was so angry at the foreigner's shameless appearance that his whole body was shaking, and he roared.

"We won't fight in this arena anymore. You Westerners can have fun on your own!"

The disciples on Wuguan Street all stood up, raised their hands and shouted,

"No fight, no fight."

"Let them foreigners have fun on their own!"

Wallace's face changed drastically, he pointed at Hong Zhennan and shouted,

"You dare not compete? I'll throw all of you into jail! Yellow monkey!"

Hong Zhennan stared at Wallace intently for a long time before he sat down dejectedly on the chair. Seeing that Hong Zhennan did not leave, the people on Wuguan Street could only sit down in disappointment.

Dabao looked unhappy. He waved at Zhuyouzai, who quickly ran over.

"Master Qin, what are your instructions?"

"Two things. First, I want all the evidence against Wallace. The more detailed the better. Second, after the fight, I want to meet with every newspaper reporter in Hong Kong."

Dabao looked at the complacent Wallace and slowly said something that made Zhuyouzi feel like he was falling into an ice cave. Then his blood boiled and he became excited.

"I want this foreigner to die!"

"Master Qin, don't worry. Within an hour, the evidence of this dead foreigner's crime will be delivered to you."

Dabao nodded and patted Zhuyouzai's shoulder.

"You are very good, really very good. If you encounter any problems that cannot be solved in the future, go to the Haojiang Scenery Hotel to find Qin Xiaodao. I will ask him to help you solve it."

Although Zhuyouzai didn't know how serious this promise was, he still smiled and bowed, repeatedly expressing his gratitude. He didn't know that in the most dangerous time in the future, Dabao's promise saved his and Lei Luo's lives...

The boxing match continued, and Bob stood in the middle of the ring again, with a smug Petrov behind him.

"The boxing match continues. Let's see who's next to die? Chinese martial arts schools, don't you have anyone else to send? If that happens, tomorrow's headlines in Hong Kong's daily newspapers will be, 'Chinese martial arts can't beat Western boxing...'"

Hong Zhennan was in a dilemma. Qi Shanhe was a real kung fu expert. During the Property Management Festival, apart from him, only Ip Man could beat Qi Shanhe. Whoever he sent to the stage now would be seeking death. After a while, he sighed and slowly stood up.

Suddenly a voice sounded not far behind him.

"Master Hong, let me do it."

Hong Zhennan turned around in surprise and saw Ye Wen with a serious face. He stood there looking at him steadily, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

Hong Zhennan suddenly felt his eyes a little sore. He cupped his hands and spoke solemnly.

"Master Ye, please, China... martial arts cannot lose..."

Ye Wen nodded gently.

"rest assured."

He lifted his robe and slowly walked onto the ring.

Guo Yingnan whispered to Dabao.

"This is Ip Man, the Wing Chun master. I heard he was the leader of the Southern School of Martial Arts in Foshan. Back then, the Northern School's Baguazhang master, Gong Baosen, came south to compete with the Southern School. He eventually became an equal to Ip Man and passed on his skills to him."

Dabao looked at Ye Wen and nodded.

"Not bad, you have the demeanor of a master. I hope you can help me more in life in the future."

Guo Yingnan was stunned.

"They shouldn't be short of money since they run a martial arts school, right?"

Dabao shook his head and said lightly.

"The edges of his clothes are frayed and bleached from washing, and his shoes have been patched over and over again. His life must be very difficult, but when he walks to the ring, he still has no hesitation. This is the backbone of the Chinese people, and it must not collapse."

Guo Yingnan nodded in agreement.

"But people like that are very proud. If you rashly help him, he won't accept it."

Dabao smiled slightly.

"Doesn't he own a martial arts school? It's okay for two or three hundred people from Dongxing to learn Wing Chun, right?"

Guo Yingnan laughed softly.

"Of course, no problem. How can two or three hundred people be enough? I'll go with five hundred."

Ip Man in the ring didn't know that his difficult life was about to change. He only had eyes for this Russian strongman, and his heart was still worried about his wife who was about to give birth.

Bob looked up and down with contempt. The Chinese man was of medium build and looked more like a teacher than a warrior. He asked arrogantly.

"Which martial arts school are you from? We have to sign a life-or-death agreement when we fight. Are you ready to die in which round?"

Ye Wen's expression remained unchanged, but the anger in his eyes grew stronger and stronger. He bowed to Petrov.

"Wing Chun, Ip Man."

The foreigners in the VIP seats laughed loudly and pointed at Ip Man and talked about him. People in the audience were also talking about him, talking about Wing Chun and Ip Man himself.

Wing Chun was created by Yim Wing Chun. Its techniques are mysterious and wonderful, and its close combat is unmatched.

As the host shouted "start", Ip Man crossed his legs, did the "two-legged horse" pose, spread his hands, and faced Petrov.

Dabao heard his master talk about Wing Chun. Ip Man was the first master he had ever met in his life. Although Lin Jiu was a master, his skills were only half as good as Ip Man's. Moreover, he did not have the master's demeanor.

Dabao couldn't help but say.

"Wing Chun originated from Shaolin. It excels at defeating the strong with the weak, winning with ingenuity, and using inch-force to achieve success first and then transform. This Ip Man is truly remarkable."

Guo Yingnan was confused, but he understood what Dabao meant. This Ip Man was very powerful.