The person who came was none other than Fang Hongqiu.
The old sheep froze to death in June. It’s a long story.
Even if Wan Feng used his imagination a thousand times, he could not imagine that this guy was actually an avid wrestling enthusiast, and was Zhang Guangdong's apprentice.
It's true that enemies always meet. There is indeed something wrong with this world.
Fang Hongqiu obviously recognized Wan Feng at first glance: "Is it you?"
Wan Feng glanced at Fang Hongqiu indifferently, turned around and left the place without paying any attention to him.
It's not that he was angry, but he thought that it was not a promising thing to bother with a fool, even if he was Zhang Guangdong's disciple.
Zhang Guangdong also noticed something was wrong between Wan Feng and Fang Hongqiu, and was extremely puzzled. It seemed impossible that Wan Feng, who was from Hongya, had any connection with Fang Hongqiu?
"Do you know each other?"
"Hehe, I have seen him." This was Fang Hongqiu's answer.
"I don't know him!" This was Wan Feng's answer.
Fang Hongqiu was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect to meet Wan Feng here.
Zhang Guangdong felt something was wrong so he pulled Fang Hongqiu to Wan Feng's side.
"Although I don't know what grudges you have against each other, you clearly know each other and clearly don't get along. You are my eldest brother's disciple, and Fang Hongqiu is also my disciple. We are all family. Since we have met in this courtyard, if you have any problems, just talk about it face to face. We are family and we don't have different opinions. I will mediate between you."
"Uncle Master, you don't need to. I don't intend to have any contact with someone with a problem in his brain."
"There shouldn't be any conflict between you two, Hongqiu."
Fang Hongqiu hesitated for a moment and then put aside the fact that Wan Feng came to him to pick up the goods last night.
Among the three brothers of the Fang family, only Fang Hongqiu's personality is not like that of a typical southerner. Unlike his eldest brother and third brother, this guy is more straightforward and has some of the straightforward genes of northerners in his bones. He likes to wield swords and guns.
Since arriving in Bohai, in the spring, he accidentally saw wrestling in this yard while going to Sigou for business. He was immediately fascinated by it and shamelessly asked Zhang Guangdong to be his teacher.
Because of his good fortune, this guy finally became a registered disciple of Zhang Guangdong.
This guy is a martial arts fanatic. Since he became Zhang Guangdong's disciple, he almost rolls around here whenever there is no business. But this guy has no talent in wrestling. After learning for half a year, apart from gaining a lot of strength, he has hardly made any progress in wrestling.
Fang Hongqiu didn't expect that the person he ruthlessly rejected last night was actually the disciple of his uncle-master whom he had never met. This was a bit embarrassing.
After listening to this, Zhang Guangdong asked Wan Feng again.
Wan Feng reported the market situation in Hongya.
Zhang Guangdong got angry after understanding what he said. "Hongqiu, although I'm a little older than you, I'm still your nominal master. As a master, I have a few words for you. First of all, I'm speaking from a fair and impartial perspective, without any bias. Since Wan conquered the Hongya Market, you should hand over your goods to Wan. Why are you clinging to a useless piece of shit? Although I've never done business before, I know that only the capable get the job, and the incompetent must be eliminated. You're actually so picky about money. You're doing business like this, so you don't have many competitors now. If there were any, you wouldn't know how you died."
Fang Hongqiu's face was filled with shame: "Master, you are right, it's mainly because of my junior brother..."
"Don't call me junior brother yet. I haven't agreed to recognize you as my senior brother yet." Wan Feng was not polite at all.
"Master, you've seen it too. Master Wan is just a kid. You northerners have a saying: 'If you don't have hair on your lips, you can't do things well.' How dare you and I give him the business of an entire county?"
Zhang Guangdong nodded. "That's true. There's a folk saying that goes, 'If you don't have hair on your lips, you won't be able to do things well.' But there's also an example of someone with ambition surpassing age. This master isn't very good at that. You can figure it out for yourself."
Fang Hongqiu thought for a moment and said to Wan Feng, "Brother Wan, how about this? I'll give you the goods but also give some to Zhang San. How about you each sell your own goods?"
Wan Feng glanced at Fang Hongqiu indifferently: "Do you think this is a favor or charity?"
"Absolutely not. Perhaps you do have talent that I haven't discovered. How about I give you a chance to prove yourself? If you can truly crack the Red Cliff market like you did, I'll give you all the Red Cliff goods."
This statement shows that Fang Hongqiu is very smart. He has given both sides a way out.
"Haha, don't think I will accept your charity. Let me give you one hand and we'll wrestle. If I win, I'll accept it. If I lose, I don't want it at all. Even without Li the butcher, I still won't eat hairy pigs.
Zhang Guangdong was speechless. When did Zhang the Butcher become Li the Butcher? What was this all about? What kind of apprentice did Big Brother take in?
Hearing about wrestling, Fang Hongqiu's eyes lit up: "That's great, that's great. No one here wants to wrestle with me. They all think I stink. Finally, someone wants to wrestle with me."
Wan Feng was speechless when he heard this. Seeing Fang Hongqiu rubbing his hands together, he felt like he was at a disadvantage.
"You have to give up one hand, how can you not give up your hand?" When it comes to wrestling, this guy's shrewdness comes out.
"Boss Fang, can you please have some shame? You're almost thirty, and I'm only thirteen. Do you have the nerve to wrestle with me without giving me a hand? How about I give you a hand?"
Of course Fang Hongqiu couldn't let Wan Feng give up a hand, it would be so embarrassing if the ball was passed out.
Fang Hongqiu tied on the training belt and inserted his left hand into the belt, leaving his right hand free.
The two men set up the stand, and with Zhang Guangdong's shout of "start", Wan Feng grabbed Fang Hongqiu's only right sleeve with his left hand and pulled and shook it. At the moment when Fang Hongqiu lost his balance for a short time, he turned his body sharply and leaned against the person below.
Fang Hongqiu fell to the ground with a bang.
Wan Feng was dumbfounded. This...this...it collapsed just like that?
Fang Hongqiu wasn't embarrassed at all, he jumped up and said, "Come again, come again!"
Apparently he's used to it.
The second fall was not much different from the first. The only difference was that this time Fang Hongqiu was knocked down by Wan Feng's over-the-shoulder throw.
"You'd better take that hand out."
Fang Hongqiu took out his hand without hesitation, and this time the two of them really fell together.
Although Fang Hongqiu has been learning wrestling for more than half a year, his understanding of wrestling has not even reached the entry level, and his use of various forces is simply at an idiot level.
This time, Wan Feng didn't throw him down again. The reason he didn't fall was the other party's adult weight and brute force. This was something Wan Feng could not do anything about for the time being.
This fell and fell lasted for several minutes, and Wan Feng was exhausted, and neither of them could knock the other down.
"I won't fall anymore. If I fall again, I'll collapse."
"No, no, fall again, fall again!"
Wan Feng shook off Fang Hongqiu's hand and ran to the side to rest.
Fang Hongqiu obviously didn't feel satisfied with the wrestling, but since there was no one here to wrestle with him, he set his sights on Zhang Xian.
"How about you fall with me?"
Zhang Xian sneered, "If I can't wrestle, I can beat people up. Are you afraid?"
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