"Robbery!" Ye Ziqin cried out involuntarily. The bag contained all of her documents and important documents from the company.
But she was wearing high heels, and her physical strength was not as good as the robber's. How could she catch up to him? As for the pedestrians on the street, they all pretended to be weak. No one wanted to add trouble to themselves.
At this moment, Ye Ziqin sprained her ankle and fell to the ground. A piece of skin was scraped off her palm and she felt a burning pain.
Seeing that the robber was about to run away, a man from the side suddenly kicked the robber and sent him flying. The robber dropped the bag he had snatched, clutched his stomach, and forced himself to run away.
The man wanted to chase after him, but when he saw Ye Ziqin on the ground, he picked up the bag on the ground and hurried over.
Ye Ziqin had already climbed up on her knees. She saw that the man in front of her was 1.8 meters tall and looked very handsome. He looked at her and asked, "Beautiful, are you okay?"
Taking the bag from him, Ye Ziqin quickly thanked him, "Thank you, I'm fine."
"I see that your palm is bruised. Why don't I send you to the hospital?" The man said with concern, but his eyes were fixed on Ye Ziqin, and there was a look of amazement in his eyes.
"It's just a small matter. I still have to rush to work, so I'll just put on a bandage." Ye Ziqin shook her head and refused. After thinking for a while, she took out her business card and gave it to him, "I'm very busy today. I'll thank you when I have time."
The man took the business card and glanced at it. His eyes lit up, "So it's the beautiful CEO of Tian Mei Company. Hearing about you is not as good as meeting you in person. My name is Duan Shanhe." After saying that, he extended his hand.
Ye Ziqin looked at him coldly and smiled, but she did not shake his hand. She turned around and walked towards the company's main door.
Duan Shanhe looked at the name card in his hand, and the corner of his mouth raised into a sinister smile. "I didn't expect a Ms. Perfect. If I can get this girl, I won't need to work as a laborer."
After Ye Zi walked away, Duan Shanhe put away the business card and walked into an alley. The man in the cap was standing there smoking. "Brother, you almost kicked my kidney away. You have to pay for it …"
"There's five thousand yuan in this card." Duan Shanhe directly threw a bank card to him. When he successfully wooed Ye Ziqin, he would be worth tens of millions of yuan. An investment of a few thousand yuan was nothing.
After finishing his business, Duan Shanhe flagged down a taxi and said, "Sir, to the Longhu Dojo."
…
While the kids were chatting, Zhuo Bufan was ignored the whole way. Of course, he did not care about it. In his mind, he was thinking about the martial arts of Chidragon. Perhaps it was the same as Long Family's mental cultivation method.
After driving for about twenty minutes, the car stopped at a bustling street in the city center. There was an alley inside, and the car could not enter, so they had to walk.
It turned out that there were still some places in the big city that had not been renovated. For example, on both sides of this alley, there were still old-fashioned courtyard houses. The walls were covered with green vines and violet flowers. The green and purple colors corresponded with each other, and it was pleasing to the eye.
They stopped at the entrance of a courtyard house. The courtyard door was open, and a few young men in black martial arts suits with the characters "Dragon and Tiger" embroidered on the cuffs were laughing and drinking inside. Some were boxing, some were practicing with wooden dummies, and some were punching sandbags in the horse stance.
"Morning is the best time of the day. Everyone, don't be lazy," a woman in a white martial arts suit with a ponytail said as she paced around.
"Cousin," Yuan Shuang called out to the woman happily.
Ye Xuan poked Zhuo Bufan's arm and said, "I didn't expect cousin Yuan Shuang to be so beautiful. You really do inherit your genes from your relatives."
"These are your friends? You said you brought them here to visit? "The woman said as she raised her head and glanced at them. Suddenly, she was stunned.
Zhuo Bufan looked at the woman and smiled bitterly. The world was really small. The woman in front of him was Ye Ziqin's best friend, Chen Min.
Chen Min just glanced at him and walked away, pretending that she did not know him. Ye Ziqin did not like people to know about her relationship with Zhuo Bufan. Chen Min also knew this.
Looking at the disciples who were practicing, Li Hu's eyes showed disdain and said, "So the martial arts of Chidragon are punching sandbags and wooden dummies here. Horse stance? Do they have actual combat ability? "
Li Hu and Zhang Kai were both from the sports school and had been trained since they were young. Now they had been recruited as reserve members of the provincial Sanshou team. Both of them thought that Chidragon Kung Fu, which only existed in wuxia novels, was just a joke.
Chen Min frowned. What Li Hu said was clearly provoking the Longhu Martial Arts School.
"Chidragon Kung Fu emphasizes on the unity of spirit, Qi, and spirit. It trains the muscles, bones, and skin on the outside, and Qi on the inside. Those who are slightly better can break stones, and those who are more advanced can even walk on snow without leaving a trace and stand on water," Zhuo Bufan said calmly.
"Walk on snow without leaving a trace and stand on water? Are you shooting a movie? "Zhang Kai sneered.
Chen Min took another look at Zhuo Bufan. She did not expect him to know about Chidragon Kung Fu. With the economic reform and the invasion of foreign culture, many young people were not interested in traditional Kung Fu. Maybe he had read about it in some ancient books.
"He is right. If you are a real master, you can indeed pick flowers, fly leaves, and walk on water," Chen Min said aloud.
Li Hu said disdainfully, "Forget it. Those Kung Fu are just for show in movies."
As soon as these words left his mouth, the disciples practicing around him immediately revealed looks of dissatisfaction. A dark-skinned disciple of the dojo who was neither fat nor thin nor tall stood out. He looked to be around eighteen or nineteen years old, and his body couldn't even be considered well-built. He had a crew cut and glared at Tiger Li, saying, "Are you here to cause trouble?"
"I'm not causing trouble. I'm just expressing my opinion," Li Hu said, curling his lips. After all, this was someone else's home field.
Yuan Shuang also frowned and said, "Li Hu, this martial arts school belongs to my cousin's family. Don't cause trouble."
"Sister Shuang, I'm not causing trouble. I'm just saying." Li Hu shrugged helplessly.
Chen Min smiled and said, "Little Shuang, since your friend has an opinion, then let's spar."
"Cousin, he didn't mean it that way," Yuan Shuang said nervously. Her cousin was the kind of person who would not admit defeat. This Li Hu had hit the nail on the head.
"Do you think I'm afraid?" Li Hu said fearlessly.
The crowd made some space for them. The disciple said, "I am Chen Sheng."
"Li Hu."
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