flstandardbreds Chapter 148 The hero's end is all about money
Chapter 148 The hero's end is all about money
"Master, Master Xu Wencai, the Heavenly Master of Mount Mao, is here to visit you."
When they arrived at Huo Tingen's door, the door was ajar and could be pushed open, but Liu Zhensheng deliberately shouted loudly.
Huo Tingen said in the room: "Come in, please come in."
Liu Zhensheng then opened the door and led Wencai into the house.
"Master Xu, please take a seat and serve some tea."
Huo Tingen shouted with full energy.
Wencai declined and sat on a slightly worn wooden chair.
I looked around Huo Tingen's study.
The furniture is a bit old, and the style is still from the Beiyang Warlord era more than 20 years ago.
There was not a single electrical appliance in the house, not even a basic telephone, radio, or record player.
Shanghai in 1936 was already a modern city, and electrical appliances such as air conditioners, refrigerators, and radios were essential belongings for wealthy families.
Even if they didn't have these, a famous sect like Jingwumen should at least have a phone!
In the Republic of China, every company and every important figure had a telephone.
It seems that Jing Wu Men is not doing well.
It was indeed not that good. The main reason was that the Japanese invaded Longguo, and Longguo, known as the country of martial arts, was defeated step by step.
The legendary iron shirt, golden bell cover, that is invulnerable to swords and spears, and the dragon-subduing palm that can shatter mountains with one blow, are all gone.
Ordinary people no longer believe in martial arts for self-defense. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, they are still afraid of guns.
The gun is fast from a hundred steps away, and it is fast and powerful within a hundred steps.
Instead of spending a lot of money to learn martial arts, it is better to buy a Continental pistol which is economical and affordable.
So traditional martial arts schools are declining.
After looking around the room, Wencai looked at Huo Tingen again. As soon as he saw this face, he immediately felt very friendly.
This man is similar to his senior brother Qiu Sheng, but he is a little more mature and dignified.
After sitting down for a while, the tea was served.
"Master Xu, please give me some tea."
Huo Tingen served tea and made a gesture of invitation according to the rules of the old world.
"Master Huo, please too."
Wencai picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea.
Very light tea.
Could it be second-hand tea?
Lieutenant Li was extremely poor before he started his rickshaw company.
I can’t bear to throw away the tea leaves after drinking them, so I dry them and brew them again.
This kind of tea is called second-hand tea.
After drinking tea once, not only will the dried tea leaves become less flavorful when you brew them again, but they may also stain other people’s saliva.
Wencai felt a little nauseous.
Since he was already here, he had to find some topics to talk about, so Wencai told Ouyang Han what he had heard, that there were many more Japanese warriors in the Hongkou Dojo.
"If necessary, I will fight to the death with the Japanese warriors on behalf of 400 million compatriots."
Huo Tingen said righteously.
Liu Zhensheng also said: "Ting'en, Master has also challenged a Russian strongman before, why don't you just challenge the Hongkou Dojo and teach it a lesson."
When Wencai heard Liu Zhensheng instigating Huo Tinge to challenge the Japanese, he thought of the plot in Fist of Fury, in which Huo Tinge did challenge the Hongkou Dojo, and was almost beaten to death by Fujita Tsuyoshi. Fortunately, Chen Zhen acted in time, otherwise Huo Tinge would have been disabled if not killed.
The Japanese martial arts are extremely evil. Even Wencai almost died when he tried to kill Akutagawa Ryuichi last time.
Huo Tingen was somewhat tempted by Liu Zhensheng's proposal.
Now that Jingwumen’s reputation is not as high as before, it really needs an exciting challenge to establish its prestige.
"Pay back the money, Master Huo, pay back the money."
"Boy from the Huo family, if you are a man, come out and pay back the money!"
"You have money to play with women, but you don't have money to pay your rice bill."
Suddenly, shouts were heard in the yard. It turned out that the debt collectors outside the gate had brought a ladder from somewhere and climbed over the wall into the inner courtyard of the martial arts hall.
As soon as they entered the door, they rushed into Huo Tingen's house and shouted for him to pay back the money.
A butcher was strong and grabbed Huo Tingen by the collar.
Huo tingen's martial arts is not as good as Chen Zhen's or Fujita's, but he is also a first-class fighter in the world, several times stronger than the old fists in ordinary gangs.
How could a butcher who sold meat be a match for Huo Tingen? He clenched his fist, clenched his index finger like a sharp cone, and punched the butcher in the chest.
The sturdy butcher didn't even have time to scream before he fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, convulsing all over and losing consciousness.
The punch is a good one for killing people, it can hit the heart meridian with one blow.
Unfortunately, in the legal world, those who kill others will be held accountable.
For people like Wencai, Mr. Yi, Xu Wenqiang and Ding Li, killing people in Shanghai is not illegal.
Just kill him, and then the police will come to clean up the mess after the murder.
But for a decent person like Huo Tingen who has a family and a background, killing someone in broad daylight will be subject to legal responsibility.
Liu Zhensheng was also stunned. Why did Huo Tingen hit him so hard? He hurried over to see the butcher's injuries.
The butcher's face was as pale as gold paper, his breathing was weak, and it was obvious that he could not be saved.
The debt collectors were all stunned.
Someone was beaten to death!
"Report to the police, report to the police."
Someone shouted.
Wencai said: "Wait, let me take a look!"
He stepped forward and pretended to feel the butcher's pulse, saying, "This man has a sudden illness, and it has nothing to do with Master Huo's punch just now."
"Who are you? Whatever you say is true. We are not blind. It was clearly the Huo family kid who killed someone with one punch in broad daylight."
Someone stood up for the butcher.
The disciples of Jingwu Sect also gathered around, and the debt collectors who had already entered the yard opened the gate from the inside, and more debt collectors entered the yard.
Dozens of debt collectors and hundreds of Jingwu disciples confronted each other.
"Shut up, this man can still be saved, hurry up and get some night fragrance."
Wencai shouted sternly.
He had already gained some fame in the Shanghai martial arts community at that time. As soon as the famous Maoshan Taoist priest called out, a disciple from the Jingwu Sect immediately came forward and fetched a urinal from the house.
Night fragrance is urine. Shanghai's high-end residential areas have sewers, but slums do not.
The feces and urine have to be collected by people who come to the door to collect the night-blooming incense. When there is enough night-blooming incense, it can be sold to farmers as fertilizer.
The disciple went back to the house and came back with a urinal shortly afterwards.
"Master, can it be used externally or internally?"
As the disciple spoke, he pretended to hand the urinal to Wencai.
"Take it orally. Just pour it into his mouth."
Wencai ordered.
The disciple was an honest man. He helped the butcher and poured a whole pot of old yellow urine that had been left overnight into the butcher's mouth without spilling a drop.
Wencai was quietly performing healing techniques nearby.
After the pot of urine was finished, the butcher opened his eyes and rolled over.
"Pay back the money, you..."
As soon as he regained consciousness, the butcher asked for the money back.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt his stomach churning, and with a vomiting sound, a stream of smelly and foul-smelling old yellow urine spurted out of his mouth.
The butcher squatted on the ground and vomited, but his life was no longer in danger.
clap clap clap!
Whether it was the debt collectors or the Jingwu disciples, they all applauded Wencai's medical skills.
Huo Tingen and Liu Zhensheng also looked at Wencai with gratitude.
If it weren't for him, Huo Tingen would probably have gone to jail.
"Master Huo, when do you think I can get the bill settled?"
You can applaud, but you still have to pay back the money.
Faced with dozens of people asking for debts, Huo Tingen's face turned red.
Jing Wu Men was poor, but it could barely break even.
Huo tingen should never have met a beautiful woman by chance, and it turned out that this woman was a prostitute in a brothel.
In order to redeem the girl, Huo Tingen secretly embezzled the funds from Jingwumen's account.
He originally wanted to pay it back slowly, but as if things were not good enough, Chen Zhen took Guangzi to the Northeast.
After Chen Zhen left, the vendors felt that Jingwumen was doomed and wanted to pay in advance, but Huo Tingen couldn't pay.
Word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred, and everyone said that Chen Zhen had set up his own sect, and the Jingwu Sect was doomed.
For a time, those who supplied Jingwumen with rice, oil, food, clothes, shoes and socks, and those who owed Jingwumen money came to ask for money.