The group looked at each other in bewilderment, when suddenly the Russian guy gave them a thumbs up: "You guys are incredibly hardworking."
Chen Rou smiled and looked at Chen Ke: "Because you can endure hardship, you will have endless hardships to endure."
Yes, the Chinese are the most hardworking people in the world.
But who would have thought that, in Hong Kong, the most difficult people for Chen Ke and his team to deal with would be their own compatriots?
His compatriot's trump card, his ultimate weapon, was something he had learned when he was eight years old. He had traveled thousands of miles with his father to Hong Kong, where he buried himself in the stench-filled sewers and painstakingly dug his way out of poverty with his thin, boyish body.
He was a ruthless bandit, their strongest opponent, but he was also an opponent worthy of their respect.
A-Yuan was hungry; his tummy was rumbling. Chen Ke tossed the child aside and said, "Let's go back and eat."
For Yu Xiaoyuan, today actually has another layer of significance.
That is, he is almost a year old, and according to the will that Master Er gave to Chen Rou, if he does not change it, Zhongyi Hall will belong to his mother, and of course it will belong to him. Today, A Yuan is going to inspect his hall.
Unfortunately, Master Er released most of his businesses and cleared out most of his staff.
Ah Yuan would never see the grand scene again, when his mother used to visit, with the moss-covered blue bricks and mirror-like ground filled with young men in their twenties, and his great-grandfather able to command a large following.
But for little A-Yuan, everything was so new and exciting.
The knives, guns, and clubs standing in the corner, the nunchucks hanging on the wall, the short knives and long daggers, all were forged and polished by gangsters, turning into a smooth sand table. The water tanks were worn smooth from stepping on them, and the footprints were worn into the stone slabs from practicing horse stance.
Once the little guy entered the courtyard, he insisted on walking by himself. He staggered around, looking at things from all directions under the watchful eyes of Grandpa Er and Grandpa Dong. He touched the upright spear and made a sound, pointed at the hanging sandbag, and touched the large water vat that was taller than him. He quickly climbed up the steps and went into the house, then stared blankly at the statue of Guan Gong in the main hall.
Fortunately, there was a painting depicting a red-faced man wielding a large knife.
Who is he? It's the first time A Yuan has seen him, and he finds him intriguing, so he has to take a good look.
But just as Master Dong was about to say something to Master Er, Chen Rou called out "A Yuan!" The two old men were shocked to see that the little guy had already climbed onto the octagonal table and was still climbing further back.
Goodness, those behind are all antiques treasured by Master Er, including Ru ware and blue and white porcelain, each one precious.
He climbed up so nimbly, and his little hands swung so vigorously.
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