Siheyuan: Domineering life

Chapter 839 The Decline of Kung Fu

"Sir, what do you think of this outfit?"

In the bedroom on the third floor, a little girl of seventeen or eighteen years old held a suit in her hand and asked Yang Jun with her head tilted.

This girl's name is Lu Jie, and she is the nanny of Yang Jun's family.

Growing up in an orphanage, she seemed to have very low self-esteem. This girl was very timid and timid in doing things. Yi Qiushui saw that she was honest, so he transferred her to his side.

After struggling for half an hour, I still couldn't find any suitable clothes. The bed next to me was filled with Yang Jun's clothes.

Today is Ma Zhanshan’s 66th birthday. Yang Jun must dress more formally. In the past, he could wear anything casually. But since the policy was liberalized, new clothes have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, such as suits, bell-bottoms, jeans, etc. Wait, I'm all spoiled for choice.

Yang Jun held his forehead and said: "No need to choose, just wear normal clothes."

What he wears the most on weekdays is the Chinese tunic suit, which is quite decent and can be used for important occasions.

"No, Madam said, you must dress decently." Lu Jie pouted her lips.

Yi Qiushui liked this girl very much and loved her very much. He also took good care of her. It didn't take long before they became friends. She obeyed Yi Qiushui's words and never compromised on what she was told.

Today, before Yi Qiushui went to work, she told Lu Jie that Yang Jun must wear decent clothes and not wear the same old-fashioned clothes all day long.

In fact, Yang Jun doesn't care about clothes or anything like that. He is a person who has seen the world. In his eyes, all the popular clothes are the same and he doesn't have any interest at all.

All of a sudden, he has been wearing the monotonous Chinese tunic suit. Over the past ten years, he has become accustomed to it.

Now, he started fussing about it early in the morning, which annoyed him.

"Farewell, madam, listen to me." Yang Jun said, "Just wear your normal clothes."

"But, ma'am..."

Yang Jun said solemnly: "Let me ask you, should I pay you a salary or my wife should pay you a salary?"

"It's you, Mr. Yang." Lu Jie said with a blushing face.

"That's it."

Yang Jun waved his hand and said, "Listen to me and just wear your usual clothes."

Yang Jun said that he was not going to meet the big boss, so there was no need to dress so rigidly.

Besides, he is the big leader, he is the biggest, who dares to say that he is not successful?
"Okay, I'll pick something clean for you."

Lu Jie put down the suit and chose a relatively new one from the many clothes for Yang Jun.

Yang Jun took the clothes and went to the bathroom to change into them.

When she came out, Lu Jie had already placed a pair of polished leather shoes at the door of the bathroom. Yang Jun sighed secretly and put on the leather shoes.

Having money is good.

Having money can make life easier. There are dedicated people responsible for food, clothing, housing and transportation, and there is nothing for him to worry about. Without these nannies, Yang Jun doesn't know how long he will have headaches.

Money is not everything, but without money, nothing is impossible.

With money, nine out of ten of life's worries will disappear, and most of them can be solved.

Some people say bitterly that money cannot buy life, freedom and love.

Let me tell you, it's all bullshit.

That's what people say when they say grapes are sour.

I get off work tirelessly to and from work every day, and the little money I earn every month is not enough for living expenses, let alone travel and consumption. If I have money, these problems will be easily solved.

After Yang Jun changed his shoes, Lu Jie came over to help him organize his clothes.

After finishing his clothes, he took a step back and looked Yang Jun up and down.

Satisfied nod.

"Mr. Yang is young and handsome. Some people believe him even if he says he is never married."

Seeing the little girl's adoring eyes, Yang Jun gave her a brain teaser to wake her up.

"Don't be obsessed with me, he's just a legend."

When Lu Jie heard this, her face turned red with embarrassment.

She didn't expect that a leader as big as Yang Jun would also like to joke, which made her face feel hot with embarrassment.

"Oh, by the way, where is the gift I prepared?" Yang Jun asked.

"On the table in the living room downstairs." Lu Jie replied.

Yang Jun looked at himself in the mirror, with a young and handsome face, and stamped his feet to make the leather shoes on his feet fit better.

"Go down."

After speaking, I went downstairs.

When he came to the living room, Luo Xiaojun and others were already standing at the door, fully armed, waiting for him.

Lu Jie handed Luo Xiaojun a dark and narrow black box on the living room table, and then everyone got in the car and left.

Inside the black box is a gift prepared by Yang Jun for Ma Zhanshan.

Inside is a Tang knife, which Yang Jun spent a lot of money to specially forge by old craftsmen in Jiangnan. This knife is not only beautiful and elegant in appearance, but also very sharp. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as blowing hair and breaking hair. If it were not used as a birthday gift, Yang Jun would Just keep it by yourself.

When a martial artist celebrates his birthday, the best gift is either a weapon or a martial arts secret book. They probably don't like other gifts.

"What's going on with Xiaoliu recently?"

Yang Jun was sitting in the back seat, with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his hand, squinting his eyes and asking.

Upon hearing this, Luo Xiaojun quickly turned sideways and replied, "No, Miss Six has been busy with business matters recently."

"I guess she seems to have given up on investigating Peng Sanwan."

Yang Jun shook his head and said: "Don't let your guard down and continue to pay attention to her every move."

"This girl is very thoughtful. Maybe there is something going on secretly."

Luo Xiaojun said solemnly: "Uncle, don't worry, Miss Sixth is always being watched by someone. If she makes any move, she will report to you as soon as possible."

"Ok!"

Yang Jun nodded after hearing this.

Then he said to Sun Zhaocai who was driving: "You brat, there may be a competition today. Don't embarrass me then."

Sun Zhaocai stared ahead intently, indifferent to Yang Jun's words.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaojun poked his arm and said, "Uncle Master is talking to you."

"what?"

Sun Zhaocai came back to his senses and glanced back: "Uncle Master, are you talking to me?"

Yang Jun rolled his eyes and motioned to Luo Xiaojun to repeat what he said.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaojun shook his head and repeated Yang Jun's words.

When Sun Zhaocai heard that there was going to be a fight later, he grinned to the back of his ears.

"Uncle Yang, don't worry, I will never embarrass you."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "You have a lot to do with me. There are many masters at the birthday banquet. If you lose, see how I deal with you."

Today is Ma Zhanshan's 66th birthday. All his disciples and disciples must be present. Every important gathering must be a competition to add to the fun. All the brothers compete together, and the winner in the end will get the prize.

Every time Yang Jun and Ma Zhanshan get together, it is inevitable that the two parties will compete. Over the years, Ma Zhanshan has never won. Yang Jun has Sun Zhaocai, Yang Anguo, and Ma Juzi on his side. They are all very skilled. He also saved a lot of face for Yang Jun.

It's different now. Yang Anguo and Ma Juzi have gone to sea to do business, and the only master left by Yang Jun's side is Sun Zhaocai. If there is a wheel battle, I'm afraid this guy will suffer a loss.

"Uncle Yang, I'm not bragging. If Master Ma's side is all people like Brother Xiaojun, then there's nothing to worry about." Sun Zhaocai glanced at Luo Xiaojun and said stably.

Luo Xiaojun was Ma Zhanshan's apprentice. Hearing that Sun Zhaocai belittled his disciple, he immediately became unhappy.

"You idiot, do you believe I'm going to beat you?"

"Come on, come on, I'll slap you to death."

Sun Zhaocai relied on the fact that he was Yang Jun's number one general and never took Luo Xiaojun, the captain of the guard squad, seriously. The two usually liked to fight and hurt each other, and this time they started fighting again.

"Humph, you fool, believe it or not, I'll beat you to the point where you're going to have teeth all over the floor?" Luo Xiaojun said.

"Bah, don't flatter yourself, I can knock you down with just one hand."

Luo Xiaojun just had fun talking, but he didn't dare to make a move with Sun Zhaocai. This fool made a move with no seriousness, and accidentally broke his arms and legs.

"If I hadn't seen you driving, I would have punched you."

Luo Xiaojun won't lose his words even if he loses the battle.

"Gah!"

The car suddenly stopped, and Sun Zhaocai said to Luo Xiaojun: "Let's get out of the car and practice alone. See if I don't break your legs and insert them into your crotch."

Before I finished speaking, the back of my head hurt.

Yang Jun gave him a big dick: "Believe it or not, I will break your legs and insert your crotch?"

This guy doesn't have a sense of the overall situation and has no priorities. He's driving and wants to get out of the car to have a fist fight.

Sun Zhaocai scratched the back of his head and said, "Believe it, I believe it."

After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator and the car sped out.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaojun pursed his lips and smiled.

He also knew that Yang Jun was favoring him and trying to help him get off the ground. If he really got out of the car and sparred with that fool, he might not be able to get out of bed for half a month.

"If you stop suddenly while driving in the future, get the hell back home." Yang Jun said.

Every time he braked suddenly, the two cars behind him were unable to avoid each other. Several times, they almost collided with each other. Yang Jun had told him many times about this, but he always forgot after saying it. He should do it next time. Whatever happens, so be it.

Yang Jun didn't let him drive, but this guy liked driving. If someone competed with him for the driver's job, he would definitely beat the person who competed with him for his job within two hours until his nose was black and his eyes were swollen.

"Hey, I got it, Uncle Yang." Sun Zhaocai said nonchalantly.

This is not the first time this has happened. As long as you don't talk back to Yang Jun on the spot, it will be fine.

"Don't be so playful, I'm telling the truth this time."

"I know, I know, Uncle Yang."

Every time something is said that is not true, doesn’t it turn out to be false in the end?

Sun Zhaocai also knew that Yang Jun valued him, so unless it was too much, Yang Jun would not agree with him.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes.

Seeing that the cigarette in his hand was finished, he quickly took one.

"By the way, let me ask you something."

"Uncle An Guo, did they give you any dividends?"

The winery run by Yang Anguo had Sun Zhaocai's shares.

At the beginning, in order to take care of this guy, Yang Jun gave them 30 as capital. The only condition was to give Sun Zhaocai shares.

"Yes, Uncle An Guo pays dividends every month and never defaults."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

He muttered: "It's really a fever, and you still get benefits every month."

Other factories pay one cent a year, and the shortest is one cent every six months, but Yang Anguo is better off. In order to show off his ability to make money, he pays dividends every month.

"Did you get any dividends this month?" Yang Jun asked.

"Not yet." Sun Zhaocai said: "Uncle An Guo said that funds are tight this month and we will wait for a dividend next month."

Yang Jun sneered when he heard this.

I will pay dividends next month, and wait until the customs fines are paid.

"If your uncle An Guo asks you to pool money together to raise funds, you must not pay."

Sun Zhaocai didn't understand anything. Yang Jun couldn't bear to see him suffer, so he reminded him.If his guess is correct, he will definitely not be able to collect the fine from the customs. Since he is a gambler, he will definitely ask several partners to raise funds. Then it will be a large expenditure. After paying the fine, then The batch of goods will definitely be gone, and he will definitely not change his old style of doing things, so the winery will not be far away in the future.

"Ah? Why?" Sun Zhaocai was confused.

Yang Jun gave him a big blow directly.

"Just do whatever I ask you to do. Why do you get so many?"

Sun Zhaocai scratched his head: "If you don't raise money, you won't raise money. Why do you keep hitting me on the head? You beat me stupid."

Yang Jun and Luo Xiaojun both rolled their eyes when they heard this.

You are not smart to begin with, how can you beat someone stupid?

Even if you are stupid, your father beat you when you were a child.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll blow your dog's head off."

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he shrugged his shoulders and remained silent angrily.

Luo Xiaojun pursed his lips and smiled the whole time. He longed to see Sun Zhaocai in trouble. Only Yang Jun in the world could cure him. Even his biological father, Sun Dashan, came and it was useless.

The car arrived at Ma Zhanshan's house soon.

Looking from a distance, there was a red sky and earth, a large group of people gathered at the door, and the entrance to the alley was full of cars.

Yang Jun signaled the car to stop on the road and he walked over.

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the alley, he met Qin Tian.

Qin Tian is Ma Wumei's husband and Ma Zhanshan's only son-in-law. Today he is welcoming guests on behalf of his father-in-law.

"Master, you are here."

Qin Tian hurriedly greeted him, then turned around and called Luo Xiaojun senior brother.

"Where's your dad?"

Yang Jun asked as he walked inside.

"My dad is at home."

Qin Tian accompanied Yang Jun to his home. As he walked, he whispered: "Uncle, thank you for Wu Mei."

A few days ago, Yang Jun moved Ma Wumei's position with a transfer order, and now he is a deputy department-level cadre.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "Isn't it my duty to take care of my niece?"

"Yes, yes, that's what uncle taught me." Qin Tian said with a smile.

Yang Jun said: "Okay, don't accompany me anymore. Hurry and greet other guests. My sworn brother is your only son-in-law, so you don't have to put in more effort."

"Okay, Uncle Master, my nephew-in-law will accompany you here. I have to go to the alley entrance to receive other guests."

After saying that, he hurried to the entrance of the alley.

Soon, Yang Jun appeared at the gate of Ma Zhanshan's house, and his apprentices Wan Cheng, Jiang Li, Yuan Nong and others came to greet him.

"Uncle Master!"

"Uncle Master!"

"Uncle Master!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

"Good good."

Yang Jun greeted them with a smile.

Then the nephew came to the front yard with Yang Jun in his arms.

I saw a sea of ​​people in the courtyard, and the people who came to attend the birthday ceremony were all martial arts practitioners. There were not only martial arts practitioners, but also local leaders.

After all, Ma Zhanshan is the president of the local martial arts association, and everyone with a little respect is here. In addition, Ma Wumei is doing well, and many leaders are also here.

"Brother, congratulations."

Yang Jun cupped his fists from a distance.

"Oops, bro."

Ma Zhanshan was chatting with others. When he saw Yang Jun coming, he immediately came over to greet him.

The two held each other's arms and kept shaking.

"Brother, you are so busy. Brother, I didn't expect you to come. You are really lucky."

"Hey, brother, what you said is not a slap in my brother's face. We are sworn brothers, so I must come to your birthday gift."

"Brother, please come inside."

Ma Zhanshan led Yang Jun to the living room with one hand.

Arriving at the main seat in the living room, the two stood still, looked around, and introduced everyone.

"Everyone, I believe everyone knows this person. He is my sworn brother Yang Jun."

As soon as he finished speaking, the living room suddenly boiled.

"Oh, this is Yang Jun."

"I didn't expect the big leader to be so young."

"Today, I finally saw Yang Jun alive."

Everyone smiled and greeted him.

"Hello, great leader."

Yang Jun didn't show off and greeted them with a smile.

He had never participated in such an occasion before. After dealing with it for a day, the muscles on his face were all stiff.

However, today is Ma Zhanshan's birthday, and he has to come.

"Hello everyone." Yang Jun waved hello.

"Come on, brother, let me introduce you."

Ma Zhanshan took Yang Jun's hand and began to introduce them one by one.

First, he came to a side seat next to the main seat, pointed at an old man about his age and said,
"This is Vice President Zhao of the Wushu Association, and he is also the leader of Mi Quan. He is so skilled in Mi Quan that he has no three-in-one enemies."

Vice-President Zhao is a very humble old man, with piercing eyes and an upright body. He looks like a martial arts practitioner at first glance.

"Great leader, I've admired you for a long time." Vice Chairman Zhao said with his fists clasped.

Yang Jun reached out to shake hands with him and said with a smile: "Nice to meet you, Master Zhao. I hope to have the opportunity to experience the style of Miquan."

"I don't dare, I don't dare, I don't dare to be presumptuous in front of the big boss." Vice Chairman Zhao said humbly: "Small boxing skills are not worthy of being in a refined hall. If the big boss likes it, I will come to your door to perform a performance for you another day."

There is a saying that the people should not fight with the rich, and the rich should not fight with the officials.

For people who have lived to his age, the edges in their hearts have long been smoothed away, and they will definitely not be as hot-blooded as young people. Some things will be over as soon as they can, and they will never act with the courage of an ordinary man and act on their own initiative.

Speaking softly does not mean you are inferior.

"Thank you, President Zhao."

Everyone is carrying the sedan chair. If you give me face, I won't let you get off the stage.

Hello, hello, hello everyone.

"Brother, this is Master Qian of Thunderbolt Boxing."

After the greetings, Ma Zhanshan continued to introduce.

"This is Master Wan from Cangzhou, Hebei."

"This is Head Gou of the Cangshan Wudi Sect."

"..."

After the introduction, Yang Jun felt that the muscles on his face were a little stiff.

However, it can be seen that most of Ma Zhanshan's friends are famous masters in the martial arts world. However, Yang Jun is not from this circle and knows little about them.

But no matter what, today is his sworn brother's birthday, so he can only bite the bullet and say hello to these people.

After a round of greetings, everyone became familiar with each other, and then sat down to chat.

It is undeniable that the main position was given to Yang Jun.

Yang Jun chatted with those people for a while, and then Ma Wumei took him to a side room to rest.

"Uncle, please rest here for a while. I will call you when the banquet starts."

Ma Wumei knew that Yang Jun had a special status, so in order to avoid unnecessary disturbance and trouble, she led him to this wing.

"I'm fine, you can go about your business." Yang Jun said.

"Okay, let Senior Brother Luo accompany you. If you need anything, call me."

After saying that, Ma Wumei closed the door behind her back and went to greet the guests.

After Ma Wumei left, only Yang Jun, Sun Zhaocai and Luo Xiaojun were left in the room.

"Little Army."

"Uncle Master." Luo Xiaojun heard Yang Jun call him and quickly sat next to him.

"Tell me about these sects and boxing styles."

When Luo Xiaojun heard this, he immediately became energetic.

He is not good at anything else, but he is obsessed with martial arts.

"Uncle Master, let's start with the Vice President of the Wushu Association, Zhao. His Miquan is actually similar to Wing Chun. They are both fists created by women. This boxing method is unpredictable and can be tough..."

"There is also Master Qian's Thunderbolt Fist. This set of fists is powerful and heavy, fierce and domineering. Each punch weighs a thousand pounds..."

"..."

Luo Xiaojun talked eloquently for more than an hour before introducing some of the more famous boxing styles among these visitors.

He took a sip of tea and looked like he was still unsatisfied.

"Uncle Master, among these people, these are the ones who are better at fighting. The other people's fists and kicks are just average. They all hang out in the same circle. They just have a sense of loyalty and there is nothing outstanding about them."

After listening to Luo Xiaojun's words, Yang Jun had a certain understanding of the martial arts circle.

Those who work in the martial arts world don't mean whoever has good kung fu or big fists will be more powerful. Those who work in the martial arts world pay attention to the word "righteousness". Even if you don't know kung fu, as long as you are loyal enough, your friends on the road will call you "righteousness". master.

Since ancient times, martial arts has not only been a martial art, but also a kind of human connection. It is also a specific culture, a systematic culture similar to Confucianism.

"If those people faced Sun Zhaocai, who do you think has a greater chance of winning?" Yang Jun asked.

After hearing this, Luo Xiaojun pondered for a moment and shook his head.

"Uncle Master, this is incomparable."

"Oh, why can't we compare?" Yang Jun asked strangely.

Luo Xiaojun glanced at Sun Zhaocai, a walking human tank, and rolled his eyes: "You idiot is just a pervert."

"If it were a life-and-death showdown, Erlunzi would definitely win, but martial arts have changed now. Even a common martial arts competition has a set of strict rules and procedures. If the competition is carried out according to the rules, Erluzi will probably be killed as soon as he strikes. foul."

Yang Jun nodded after hearing this.

"I understand."

"You mean, most of today's martial arts are just showy, and they are more of a spectator sport?"

Luo Xiaojun nodded helplessly. He didn't want to admit it, but it was the fact.

"Even so."

With the development of martial arts today, it is no longer a martial art, but a sport that is highly entertaining and can strengthen the body.

(End of this chapter)