"Instead of 50,000, we'll take 100,000, but there's nothing just right. There's 120,000 here, so don't look for it!"

In response to Yan Zhendong's words, Huang Shaohong handed over a deposit certificate of 120,000 silver dollars from Wanguo Baotong Bank without saying a word. This amount of money is really nothing to him now. It can be said to be a drop in a bucket. It was almost out, so he didn't even bother to pay back the price.

Yan Zhendong's eyes shrank when he saw the words "One Hundred and Twenty Thousand Yuan" on the deposit slip. The Shandong man, who had practiced his "iron shirt" to the point of being invulnerable, had his hands trembling involuntarily at this moment.

This guy's heart was shattered. How could it be that for him he was a huge wealth, but for others it was so simple? He suddenly had a feeling, was it something special?

Seeing him whining, Huang Shaohong put the deposit receipt directly into his hand:

"Do you know where this deposit certificate is from? We, Bao Zhilin, sell the medicine. Shirong and Asu have to go to Shamian three or four times a month to deposit money. You can withdraw the money anytime you want, just take this with you." Everyone can go!”

"I know... I know, I... I recognize this!" Yan Zhendong nodded, and then said: "I... I will tell you 'Iron Clothes Shirt' The technique!"

Yan Zhendong had no secrets and relied entirely on dictation. Huang Shaohong called Aunt Thirteen to help record the secrets. He did not listen to what the other party said, but began to observe the other party's expression.

Huang Shaohong discovered that when Yan Zhendong was talking about the exercises and the medicines required for practicing them, he opened his mouth without hesitation or thinking. It was obvious that what he said was something that was firmly in his mind and should not be like that. In The Condor Shooting, Huang Rong went crazy and messed around with the content like Xidu did.

After Thirteenth Aunt finished transcribing it, Huang Shaohong took over the recorded content and read it carefully from beginning to end. He found that there was nothing abrupt or poorly connected in the "Iron Shirt" practice. It should be complete without a doubt.

But after reading the content, Huang Shaohong couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, because it didn't include the internal skills he dreamed of. One-third of the content of the exercises was about rowing and beating, and one-third of the content was about teaching people how to exercise breathing to stimulate blood. , and the other third is a prescription for medicated bath and body wash.

Although there are no surprises about internal strength, with this breathing method and body cleansing prescription, it can be regarded as a valuable physical training method in the martial arts world of this era.

"Master Yan, it's not that Huang is judging a gentleman's heart with a villain's heart. It's really that this skill is too important to Bao Zhilin. Please repeat it again!"

Although Huang Shaohong believed in his own judgment, after this technique was brought to the real world by him, it was something that he had to practice by himself. Naturally, he couldn't make any mistakes. He did this just in case.

Regarding Huang Shaohong's caution, Yan Zhendong was a little dissatisfied with the other party's suspicion of his character, but for the sake of the 120,000 silver dollars in his hand, he quickly repeated it, and sure enough, there was no mistake in the content.

After Yan Zhendong recited the secret book, he put the deposit receipt close to his body, then stood up and said with his hands in his hands: "Master Huang, I have given you the secret book, and there is nothing else you are worried about. I, Yan Zhendong, will take my leave!"

Huang Shaohong asked in surprise: "Master Yan, I didn't drive you away. Are you uncomfortable living in Baozhilin? Or did someone say something to you?"

The other party betrayed his family secrets to him so straightforwardly. Huang Shaohong felt relieved. Looking at Yan Zhendong, he no longer had the prejudices he had before. At least this person still had the word "trust"!

Yan Zhendong sighed: "When my father went there, I swore in front of his grave that I would open a big martial arts gym to promote the martial arts of our Yan family!"

He spoke solemnly, but with his Shandong accent, he looked extremely funny, making Aunt Thirteen beside him laugh.

Yan Zhendong was not angry and continued:

"Since Master Huang doesn't want to hold a Jingwu Association, there's no point in staying here. With today's money, I plan to go back to my hometown to open a martial arts school and spread the Yan family's martial arts. I hope that I can be buried in my father's grave.

I will pay back the wish I made before and carry forward my Yan family’s martial arts!”

After saying that, he clasped his fists again, said, "Farewell!" and left.

Huang Shaohong finally understood why Yan Zhendong in the movie was willing to give up his character and martial ethics. It turned out that he opened a martial arts gym to make money so that he could fulfill his promise to his late father. In this way, this person is not too bad.

When he saw Yan Zhendong about to leave, he quickly stopped him: "Master Yan, I didn't keep you in Baozhilin just for the secret book. The 'Jingwu Sports Club' I told you before was not a lie, it was just

I always feel that today’s Baozhilin is too small and not suitable to be the head office of a sports association!”

As he spoke, he turned to Thirteenth Aunt and said, "Shaoyun, give me the telegram from the provincial capital!"

"Oh..." Aunt Thirteen quickly took out a telegram from her pocket and handed it over.

After Huang Shaohong took it, he pointed to the words on it and said to Yan Zhendong:

"This is a telegram from the provincial capital. It is the invitation of the International Medical Association to attend a medical conference in the provincial capital. I am also trying to take this opportunity to find a suitable place in the provincial capital to host the 'Jingwu Sports Association'

Once it is established, Master Yan will take over the position of vice president, okay?"

Yan Zhendong said nothing, and it was obvious that he was weighing the pros and cons.

Huang Shaohong didn't want such a powerful helper to leave like this, so he immediately said:

"After establishing the 'Jingwu Sports Association', we need to recruit talents from the martial arts world, and then develop branches across the country. By then we will be a national martial arts group. Master Yan wants to spread his own martial arts and carry it forward.

, this is a rare and good opportunity!”

Hearing that Huang Shaohong also planned to open branches across the country, Yan Zhendong couldn't help but said with emotion: "You want to be the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

Huang Feihong burst into laughter: "Master Yan must have listened to storytelling too much in the teahouse. Now is the age of foreign guns and foreign artillery. What kind of martial arts leader is there? It's still the same sentence, 'Promote Chinese martial arts, use force to strengthen the country, use force to strengthen the country'

kind'!"

Yan Zhendong waited for him to finish speaking and asked again: "Is it true that the Jingwu Association will open branches in various places?"

"It's absolutely true. I, Huang Feihong, am still reluctant to part with this money to serve the country and the people? Besides, Master Yan, you should know that I have this financial resources!"

Yan Zhendong suddenly clenched his fist fiercely: "Okay! Master Huang, you don't have to say anything, I, Yan Zhendong, will do it with you!"

Just when Huang Shaohong thought that the other party was moved by his awe-inspiring words of serving the country and the people, he saw the guy opposite him looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his face full of stubble showing the vicissitudes of life, and his eyes filled with tears.

He whispered to himself:

"Dad, your son I am going to be the deputy leader of the martial arts alliance, and I will honor my ancestors!"
Chapter completed!