Chapter 371 A Thrilling Competition
After lunch, Tang Man said, "Let's go for a walk on the beach."
I thought it was incredible: "You don't take a nap?"
"There's no custom of taking naps in foreign countries. After walking for an hour, you can still sleep for an hour and a half."
"All right."
Tang Man and I walked along the coastal avenue. She taught me English and, noticing my rapid progress, asked, "You learned all this in high school English. Didn't you learn it then?"
I was a little speechless. It was a sad memory. When I was in junior high school, my English teacher asked me to stand up and read the words. I had just read two words.
He said, "Other people don't pronounce it correctly, and it sounds a bit like the London suburbs, but your pronunciation has a strong Hecun dialect."
The teacher wasn't wrong; the students all used Chinese phonetic notation. For example, while others pronounced "thank you" as "three grams of oil," I used the Hecun dialect as "song dog oil." No wonder the teacher mocked me; I'm still 18 ring roads from the outskirts of London.
From then on, I was afraid to pronounce words. I would say, "I have learned it, but I dare not pronounce it."
She laughed out loud: "But you are a brave man. You dare to fight with the bodyguard."
I didn't explain, just nodded.
She asked curiously: "Teacher Wan, I want to ask you a question."
"Go ahead."
"You're so disgusted with Crook's bodyguard protection. Is it because you want to learn English? For example, in the morning, at noon, and after dinner, we can have more time to spend together?"
I shook my head.
She was surprised and asked, "What is that...?"
"To cure Cruz as soon as possible."
"I don't understand."
I smiled and said, “You’ll understand then.”
We walked around a bit and returned to the hotel. As was my habit over the years, I needed some sleep. In this country without jet lag, my body clock is very precise and I need to rest at the right time.
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My phone rang, and I dazedly picked it up and asked lazily, "Who?"
"Teacher Wan, this is He Yong. I sent you many messages, but you didn't reply. Please take a look when you have time."
"Okay." Then I hung up and continued to sleep.
But I couldn't fall asleep. Looking at the time, I'd only slept for half an hour. I simply sat up, half-wrapped myself in the thin blanket, and read what He Yong had posted.
To be honest, since arriving in the Philippines, I've used this phone very infrequently. I rarely look at it. When I opened it, I saw a long text written by He Yong.
He introduced himself as running a lighting factory in Dongguan, Guangdong, and originally from Xiangxi, Hunan. Meeting me this time gave his daughter a second chance at life.
He knew nothing about my situation and wanted me to tell him. If I were traveling here, he hoped I'd get off the plane in Guangzhou and have him pick me up to visit his home in Dongguan. If I were working here, he hoped I'd get off the plane in Guangzhou when I returned home. In short, I had to give him a chance to thank him in person.
Next came a recording in which his daughter's voice could be heard: "Uncle Wan, you are my savior. Our family looks forward to reuniting with you. Thank you, Uncle Wan."
Next came a transfer of 50,000 yuan. Below it was a note: "Money can't repay you, but it's a small token of our gratitude. Please accept it."
I replied, "Mr. He, I work here. Being brave and righteous is a virtue of our Chinese people. Even if a foreigner is drowning, I will help him. What's more, we share the same roots, race, and culture.
Let's not talk about money, it's vulgar, but I accept your invitation. If I return to China, I will definitely come to see you."
I put my phone down, got up, and washed up. No matter how many messages he sent me, begging me to accept them, I wouldn't reply or accept them.
Once a person starts to want others to be grateful to him, he will be like Shi Ting and will get into countless troubles.
The bedside phone rang. I picked up the receiver and put it down again.
Five minutes later, Tang Man came down and looked inside the doorway: "You woke up a long time ago?"
I said, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do."
Arriving at Crook's house, everything was as usual.
Back in the living room, Crook said something with a smile. Tang Man translated it as, "I know Mr. Wan was joking this morning."
I asked Tang Man to translate: "I'm not kidding."
Crook couldn't figure it out and said something about how he could beat a boxer.
I want Tang Man to translate: The Chinese emphasize qi, qigong, and aura. I can knock the bodyguard to the ground without even making contact.
This time it was Tang Man's turn to be dumbfounded. She asked, "Teacher Wan, qigong has been criticized in China. Do you really have this skill?"
"If you encounter an interpreter like you in a diplomatic setting, then don't engage in diplomacy anymore."
She blushed and translated to Crook.
Crook became interested, he called the driver over and talked to him about it.
I just found out that the driver's name is "Tanu"
What Crook said to Tanu was definitely an attempt to get him to go easy on him. Tanu jumped up and down, took off his shirt, and walked out the door. His expression said, "You little Chinese guy, you're so arrogant to challenge my profession."
Everyone went out and stood on the pebbled ground. Tanu was doing his boxing warm-up exercises. If I weren't a guest of honor at Crook's house, he would probably spit on the ground to goad and insult me.
Crook said something, and Tang Man translated it: "There's no need for a duel. Mr. Wan can hit Tanu in the chest, and Tanu won't fight back. If I knock Tanu down like this, I'll win."
I said a sentence and Tang Man translated it: I don't need to hit his chest, just stand five meters away from him and push with both hands, and Tanu will fall to the ground.
Crook was also irritated by my disdain for his bodyguard and said:
Begin——
Tang Man said: Let’s start——
I also jumped and swayed, stood five meters away, and started a round of Tai Chi.
Tanu, the boxing master from Kenya, has a row of white teeth showing on his dark face. He smiles happily, proudly and contemptuously.
Crook, Phil, the two maids, and several other bodyguards stood by and they also smiled.
I stood in a horse stance, took a deep breath, tightened my abdomen, and pushed my hands forward with lightning speed.
I can say that Tanu's physical fitness is very good. He swayed there for a while, but did not fall down. I couldn't control it anymore and pushed the powder in my hand out.
I felt a little regretful. What if he hadn't fallen down and rushed over to punch me? Although Crook had warned him, it was not ruled out that someone with strong limbs and a simple mind like him would overreact.
To bluff him, I used Ma Baoguo's "Jie Hua Fa" technique, throwing a flurry of punches in the air. But he still didn't fall.
Even I was panicking.
Just as everyone was puzzled, they noticed that Tanu was shaking and staggering like a drunken boxer. Slowly, his legs seemed to go limp and he began to squat.
Then, he supported himself on the ground with his hands, trying hard to stay up, but his whole body slowly sat down until he sat on the ground, gasping for breath.
Everyone's eyes widened.
Crook was the first to panic, shouting. Tang Man translated, "Are you okay? Are you okay?"
I stepped forward, pulled my hand out of my trouser pocket, patted his shoulder, and applied the antidote: "It's okay, absolutely okay."
Tanu shook his head. I was afraid he'd attack me by surprise. Unexpectedly, he raised his thumb and shook it back and forth, expressing his admiration for my Chinese Kung Fu.
Tanu placed one hand on her chest and extended the other. Tang Man explained to me that this was a sign of submission.
I shook his hand. He kept bowing and giving me a thumbs-up.
At this time, I regained my confidence. Tanu did not dare to attack me because I was able to deal with him even from a few meters away. He was afraid that he would suffer a greater loss if he attacked me.
Besides, what good was his brute strength? Even if Crook fired him, he wouldn't dare to do it. Such a high salary is not easy to find.
Crook found it incredible, shook his head and sighed, "Mister Wan, Chinese Kung Fu."
During dinner, Tang Man asked again, "You really have kung fu skills. Are you planning to use qigong to heal Cruz?"
“No.”
"That……"
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