Less than ten seconds later, the phone rang again, followed by Fatty Liang's frustrated wail:

"Okay, okay, 50,000 upfront, but I have to pay it tomorrow. Why would I carry so much money with me?"

Du Yuqi smiled and said:

"It doesn't matter. I also support Alipay, UnionPay, and WeChat transfers."

Fatty Liang cursed loudly on the other end of the phone, then said:

"Your Alipay account number... and come to the martial arts gym within half an hour!"

The last sentence was really shouted at the top of his lungs. I guess he smashed the phone right after he finished shouting... Du Yuqi said happily:

"Okay, boss."

Ten minutes later, he found that there was another 50,000 yuan deposited into his Alipay account, so he undoubtedly smiled even more happily.

…

Du Yuqi went for special training for two or three hours that day. In fact, for him, no matter who he faced on Earth, his strength was simply overwhelming. The key was that before, when he was on the ring as a sandbag, he just had to keep his head down and raise his protective gear to take the beatings. Now he had to understand some rules. As a result, he understood everything in an hour or two. After that, the second senior brother felt that there was nothing more to teach him.

However, Fatty Liang must have been very unhappy, so he ordered Du Yuqi to do this and that, such as moving things and sweeping the floor. In short, he didn't let him have any time to rest. Du Yuqi didn't care. He was paid for the work, and he should do things during working hours. He didn't slack off.

In order to welcome a great man like Young Master Chu, the facilities of the martial arts hall also need to be prepared and replaced with new ones. Such a small dojo cannot give people a magnificent feeling, but at least it must be neat and tidy. So in the past few days, the rough and old things in the dojo have been moved in and out. The second-hand Wuling Hongguang in the dojo also cannot be stopped for a moment. Sometimes the driver Lao Tan is not there, and Du Yuqi has to go and help drive a few times.

Old Tan was a heavy drinker, but at noon that day, Fatty Liang happened to feel guilty and ordered a few dishes from the small restaurant next door to treat them. Naturally, as this stingy man was drinking a lot, they just finished drinking when the trading company notified them that the American boxing ring guardrails they had ordered had arrived, and asked them to rush to the dock to take them away. The service was free for only three hours, and if they exceeded one hour, they would be charged an additional storage fee of ten dollars per hour.

Fatty Liang was a man who was very careful with his money. He was already very anxious when he heard that the storage fee was ten dollars an hour, not to mention that it was in US dollars. He was as anxious as if he had been detonated. However, the driver, Old Tan, was so drunk that he ran away from the table. Even if he hadn't run away from the table, he wouldn't dare to let him drive drunk. So Fatty Liang immediately thought of Du Yuqi, the "revolutionary brick" who was always there for him, and said anxiously:

"Du Yuqi, you can drive, right? Hurry up and help me get the goods. Drive faster! If you're slow, you'll have to pay for the storage fee yourself!"

Du Yuqi rolled his eyes, got into the driver's seat of the Wuling Hongguang, and selectively ignored the last sentence. It can be said that this car is noisy in every place except the horn. The only advantage is that it is tough and durable. It has been driven for 280,000 kilometers and no one knows if it was sold as an n-hand car. However, it looks like it can still be driven for tens of thousands of kilometers without any problem. Moreover, Lao Tan took it to a roadside stall yesterday for a major maintenance costing more than 200 yuan. Oh, no, it should be a major maintenance. It should not break down on the road.

The process of transporting the goods was very smooth, but when he came back, he saw from a distance that the street where the martial arts school was located was crowded with people, as if something had happened and the street was blocked. Du Yuqi could not get through as soon as he drove to the intersection. It looked like it would be useless even if he honked the horn until it broke, not to mention that the horn of this broken car seemed to be useless.

With no other options, Du Yuqi had to get out of the car, open the side door, take down the goods, carry them on his shoulders and squeeze in. As a result, after walking in for more than ten meters, he saw that there was a row of luxury cars parked in front of the door of the martial arts hall, including Porsche box, Nissan gtr, BMW i8, Maserati gt, Bentley Continental, etc. Of course, the most eye-catching one was a Lamborghini Sixth Element, which seemed to have come from the future and attracted people to take pictures.

A group of well-dressed young men from wealthy families were smoking and chatting with their female companions at the entrance of the martial arts gym. They were accustomed to the gazes from all around them and ignored them. Du Yuqi was originally dressed very casually, in a wrinkled sportswear, and there was a lot of dust on his body as he was carrying goods, so he was simply ignored as if he were air.

At this time, Fatty Liang kept smiling and talking beside him, but few people paid attention to him. Some were chatting with the people next to them or playing Twitter. At the back, a young man with dyed white hair came up. He was wearing a Christopher Kane brand hollow hooded sweater + SJCON black vest + black pants. He looked pretty cool. He walked up to the sweaty Fatty Liang and blew a puff of smoke in his face and said:

"Invite us in? Do you think your shabby place is qualified to let us in? But Master Chu told me yesterday that even small places can be home to hidden dragons and crouching tigers, so I came here today to see where the dragons and tigers are on this Xiaomiao Street. I hope Master Chu didn't make a mistake."

After he finished speaking, the people around him burst into laughter and said:

"A place like this, which is like a garbage dump, will only breed a bunch of flies and rats."

"Every time I come here to hang out, I'm bound to get some bad luck. I'll go take a bath when I get back to change my luck."

"This is the owner of the martial arts school. Why does he look like a pig? All the people who come here to practice martial arts are pigs. How blind must he be?"

"What a crap place! What kind of crap can you learn here?"

“…”

After hearing these words, everyone in the martial arts hall turned pale, except Fatty Liang, who was pale and covered in cold sweat. He was still bowing and apologizing, smiling and apologizing.

By this time, someone had already told Du Yuqi that the white-haired young man was called Wu Yunda. His family's business was also very large, and its business overlapped with that of the Chu family. That was why he had always been at odds with Young Master Chu, and there were hidden intentions when the two bickered.

When they were drinking in the bar yesterday, Wu Yunda asked Chu Zihang to have a party on the high seas the next day. Young Master Chu said that he wanted to go to this martial arts gym to play. Wu Yunda then said that there was nothing great about such a small place, and his words were already implying that Chu Zihang had poor vision.

Chu Zihang then said that small places can also be home to hidden talents, and retorted that he was blind. After an argument between the two, Young Master Wu felt taken aback and felt resentful, so he came here to find fault and slap Young Master Chu in the face.

The quarrel between these big shots caused the martial arts hall to suffer an unexpected disaster. Fatty Liang was in tears but what could he do?

At this time, someone said that they suspected that this family was seriously evading taxes and wanted to investigate. There was no doubt that the second-generation rich had connections in the tax bureau. Another second-generation rich directly shouted that he felt this was just a martial arts gym with a false reputation but was just trying to cheat people out of money, and that he wanted his bodyguards to carefully measure their surroundings. His words clearly meant that he was coming to challenge the gym.

Being insulted like this, the second brother who usually teaches martial arts stood up first indignantly, but Fatty Liang stopped him with a wry smile. The situation was very obvious. This group of rich second-generations were obviously here to cause trouble. If they lost the fight, their reputation would be ruined and they would have no chance of opening this martial arts school again.

If you win, you will have stirred up a hornet's nest. The network of relationships formed by these rich second generations is very large, including the public security, procuratorate, courts, tax bureau, etc. They can strangle you everywhere. Today the fire department will come and say that you have a fire hazard, tomorrow the health bureau will come and say that your hygiene is not up to standard, the day after tomorrow the tax bureau will come and say that you are evading taxes, the day after tomorrow the urban management will come and say that your signboard affects the city appearance... This will also make you exhausted and wish you could be reborn as a human being.

However, Fatty Liang stopped the second brother, but there was another Taekwondo coach invited to the Liang family martial arts gym who couldn't help but stand up and pointed at the man and shouted:

"You can insult me, but you can't insult my martial arts!"

The rich second generation immediately changed color and said:

"Yo, the last person who dared to point his finger at me spent the next year and a half in the hospital!"

Someone nearby immediately chimed in and asked:

"Why did you stay in the hospital for a year and a half?"

The rich second generation sneered:

"If you break an arm, you'll probably need to stay in the hospital for a month, so when I was discharged from the hospital, I broke that idiot's arm again. In the end, I broke his arm six times in a row, so he stayed in the hospital for six months, right?"

The other person immediately said:

"So what about another year of hospitalization?"

The rich second generation laughed and said:

"When I tried to break his arm for the seventh time, I didn't hold back and hit his head, so he was in a vegetative state for a year. I heard that it was because his family took good care of him that a medical miracle happened. He was lucky to wake up."

When the people nearby heard how arrogant this group of people were, they naturally felt unfair and were a little excited. But when they saw the tall and strong bodyguards next to them, who looked very professional and even had a few black people among them, they dared not say anything. The Taekwondo coach probably stood up in a fit of rage, and now he stammered and dared not answer.

As a result, when he wanted to retreat in fear, others did not agree. A black bodyguard over 1.9 meters tall took off his coat and asked his companion to hold it. Then he strode forward, tucked in his shirt, and hooked his finger at the taekwondo coach. The taekwondo coach was called Kim Fa-ho. He was actually quite capable and had joined the wtf (World Taekwondo Federation) and was a second-level member.

He gritted his teeth and rushed forward with a few steps. He was met with a turning and side kick. The black man turned sideways to block. Coach Jin's kick hit him with a muffled "bang bang bang" sound, and it seemed that it did no harm to him.