Yang Sheng's advantage is not so easy to take.
Last time Chen Wenyao ripped him off with a claypot rice meal, this time Yang Sheng ripped him off with a dim sum meal.
As Yang Sheng left the teahouse, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Chai Jiu's number.
"Brother Chai Jiu, it's me, Yang Sheng."
I have a big business deal I'd like to discuss with you, and I'd also like to bring Huang Juekun and Yin Tiancheng on board. Are you interested?
A smile appeared on Chai Jiu's lips on the other end of the phone: "A big deal? How big?"
"Enough to change the entire political situation in Hong Kong!"
"Brother Chai, if you're interested, let's meet at Rongsheng Restaurant tomorrow night at 8 PM."
"OK."
Chai Jiu put down the phone and leaned back in his office chair.
"Ah Kun, have the restaurant clear out tonight and prepare a fine feast. Our British Associated Press's opportunity is coming!"
Yang Sheng had Chai Jiu's contact information, but not Huang Juekun's or Yin Tiancheng's.
But it doesn't matter, he knows where Zhou Chengyuan and Tan Baikuan live.
Both of them were pure martial artists. Yang Sheng and they became acquainted on the arena after a fight, and they even chatted a few words.
Zhou Chengyuan is Huang Juekun's godson, and Huang Juekun dotes on his godson immensely.
Most of the miscellaneous tasks within the club on a daily basis do not bother Zhou Chengyuan, as there is a dedicated white paper fan to handle them, making his role as a double-flower red stick incredibly easy.
Huang Juekun even built a martial arts school specifically for Zhou Chengyuan to practice his skills on a daily basis.
Yang Sheng took a taxi to the front of Yixing Martial Arts School. As soon as he approached the courtyard, he saw Zhou Chengyuan practicing Hung Kuen there.
Fixed stance, iron wire fist. Hard and unyielding, fierce and domineering.
Last time, Yang Sheng told him that there was no need to force the integration of Mo Family Fist and Gongzi Fuhu Fist, and Zhou Chengyuan really listened to him and began to switch his focus to Hung Gar Fist.
"Master Zhou's Hung Kuen routine is indeed standard, with the style of Wong Fei-hung back in the day."
Zhou Chengyuan withdrew his fist and looked in Yang Sheng's direction, and said with a wry smile: "Master Yang, don't joke around. What style can a defeated opponent like me talk about?"
"But Master Yang, what brings you here all of a sudden? Do you want to have a sparring match?"
Yang Sheng shook his head and said, "No, I just want you to pass on a message to Old Master Huang of Heyixing."
"What did you say?"
"Lei Luo, Limpy Ho, shocking news. We'll discuss this again at the Rong Sheng Restaurant at 8 p.m. tonight."
Although Zhou Chengyuan didn't participate much in club affairs, he wasn't an idiot who knew nothing.
Upon hearing these three keywords, Zhou Chengyuan's expression immediately turned serious. He nodded and said, "Don't worry, I will pass on the message."
After leaving the martial arts school, Yang Sheng took a taxi directly to Queen Mary Hospital in Hong Kong.
After asking the receptionist for the room number, Yang Sheng pushed open the door to the ward, where Tan Baikuan was taking care of his son's meal.
The ward has two beds. The emaciated old man on the left is his father, and the thin, pale boy of seven or eight years old on the right is his son.
Yang Sheng glanced at it; the food was just a simple meat porridge with only a few bits of meat scraps.
"Yang Sheng?"
Tan Baikuan was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Yang Sheng to come here.
Yang Sheng took out a red envelope and stuffed it into Tan Baikuan's hand, saying, "Buy some good tonics for the child and the elderly. This kind of illness requires boosting one's own resistance."
Tan Baikuan instinctively wanted to refuse, but after touching the thickness of the red envelope, he hesitated for a moment and then put it away.
"Thank you, I really need the money right now."
Yang Sheng pointed outside and said, "Let's go outside and talk."
The two sat on chairs outside the hospital, and Tan Baikuan took out a cigarette and handed it to Yang Sheng.
Yang Sheng shook his head and said, "I don't smoke. Cigarettes relax my nerves, and smoking too much will affect my reaction speed."
You are a true descendant of Wing Chun practitioners; you should know this.
Tan Bokuan smiled bitterly: "Of course I know, but back then I didn't care about any of that. At least a cigarette could keep me quiet for a while."
"Is the money Yin Tiancheng gave you not enough?"
Tan Baikuan shook his head and said, "That's enough. Brother Cheng gave me enough money, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to transfer my father and son to Mary Hospital."
However, this disease is a bottomless pit; even if enough money is raised for the surgery, the future money will also be a bottomless pit.
I've already agreed to officially join the Number Gang with Brother Cheng, and my master scolded me for it, almost expelling me from the sect.
"Wing Chun produced a Bruce Lee, which made him famous and his martial arts schools spread throughout Hong Kong."
As a disciple of one of the Four Heavenly Kings of Wing Chun, even when teaching the art, shouldn't you be treating it so cheaply?
Tan Bokuan shook his head helplessly: "There are too many people learning Wing Chun. I am not good at speaking, I don't look like a master, and I am not good at performing. Why would those rich people choose me to teach boxing?"
They play so well and with such presence, they look like experts, and that's why they earn so much.
Only ordinary people come to me to learn boxing, mainly for the purpose of improving their health.
But after deducting the rent for the martial arts school, that little money was barely enough to make ends meet.
Let's not talk about that now. You came to see me today not just to visit a patient, right?
Yang Sheng nodded and said, "I wanted you to pass on a message to Yin Tiancheng for me. Now that you've officially joined the Number Gang, it's even easier to do so."
After repeating what he had said to Zhou Chengyuan to Tan Bokuan, Yang Sheng patted the other man on the shoulder and said, "If you ever need money urgently in the future, you can go to Hong Sheng Lian and find Wen the foreigner. He will help you."
After saying that, Yang Sheng left without waiting for Tan Baikuan to thank him.
He helped Tan Baikuan not out of pity, but out of a sense of unease.
Tan Bokuan's experience was also a tragedy of the late Wu era.
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