The seller of the heavens

The opening day of Xinghuo Martial Arts.

Early in the morning, the sky was slightly bright, and a group of people stood in front of the gate of Xinghuo Martial Arts, waiting for the opening of the gym.

Most of them are teenagers, with ragged clothes and bare feet without shoes.

There are also a group of skinny beggars, wrapped in rags, with hair like chicken coops, and dirty all over.

A group of people looked at the direction of the gate of the martial arts hall anxiously, waiting for the opening of the martial arts hall, hoping that they could be selected into the martial arts hall.

They are not here to learn martial arts to strengthen their bodies, but purely to have a full mouthful of food to eat.

Among the crowd, there was a pair of fifteen or sixteen-year-old beggar brothers. Compared with the young beggars around them, they were stronger in stature and better in spirit.

The younger brother Fang Tianci looked at the number of people around him, couldn't help showing worry, and asked:

"Brother, there are already so many people here. When the martial arts hall opens, there will definitely be more people. But the Xinghuo martial arts hall only accepts one hundred people this time. Do you think we can really be selected?"

Although the elder brother Fang Tianhao is only two years older than his younger brother, he looks very mature and steady, like a little adult, he patted his younger brother's head and comforted him:

"Don't worry, we have practiced some boxing skills before, and we already have a foundation. It must be easier to be selected than them, no problem."

Having said that, but looking at the crowds gathering more and more, he actually had no idea.

The competition is too fierce.

Fang Tianci nodded heavily, covered his stomach, and said expectantly:

"I heard that as long as you can join the martial arts school, you can have a full meal. Brother, I haven't had a full meal for a long time."

The two brothers were born in a small merchant's family. They used to live in peace and wealth, but when their father went out to do business, he met a bandit and was brutally killed.

The family's money was robbed by those creditors, the house was also taken to pay off the debt, the mother died of depression, and the brothers could only be reduced to beggars.

With their martial arts skills, the two brothers became the leaders of a group of beggars, leading a group of beggars to survive.

At this time, several teenagers came to the door of the Martial Arts Hall together. Although their clothes were not expensive, they were clean and tidy, and they were particularly eye-catching among the beggars and poor people.

One of the teenagers glanced at the ragged clothes of the beggars, smelled the stench emanating from the beggars, and frowned in disgust:

"This is a martial arts hall, a place to learn martial arts. Why are you a bunch of beggars here to join in the fun?"

The little beggars listened to the boy's mocking voice, pretending not to hear it, and lowered their heads without speaking.

This kind of sarcasm had already been heard a lot when they were begging.

Fang Tianhao just said flatly:

"Xinghuo Martial Arts is looking for unique martial arts talents, and it has nothing to do with family background."

The young man sneered when he heard the words:

"It's ridiculous for a little beggar to really think he's a martial arts prodigy."

Fang Tianhao glanced at him, and said indifferently:

"Whether you are a martial arts prodigy or not, Xinghuo Martial Art Museum will judge on its own, and it is not your turn to make a final decision."

The boy was still about to speak, but his companion grabbed him and persuaded him:

"Okay, why are you so angry with a group of beggars? Hurry up and stay away from them, they all stink to death."

As he spoke, he pulled the boy aside and distanced himself from the beggars, so as not to be caught by their stench.

The boy snorted: "I want to see if this group of beggars can be selected."

The sun gradually rose, and the sky was bright.

More and more people gathered outside the martial arts hall. Apart from the poor and beggars, there were also many children from ordinary families, and a few teenagers in fancy clothes.

At about eight o'clock, the door of the martial arts hall opened, and Jiang Chen and Yan Zhendong walked out from the door.

At this moment, hundreds of people had gathered on the street outside the martial arts hall, and the entire street was extremely congested.

Seeing the door of the martial arts hall open, it was like a stone falling into a pool of water, splashing a splash of water.

boom!

The crowd who had been waiting for a long time suddenly became noisy, crowded and pushed forward, the scene was chaotic, and a bad situation would lead to a stampede.

Jiang Chen brought up his internal strength, and slammed loudly:

"Stand quietly for me!"

The sound was loud and loud, like the beating of war drums, shaking the eardrums of everyone present.

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

Yan Zhendong couldn't help but glanced at Jiang Chen in surprise, because Jiang Chen's voice showed impressive skills.

Afterwards, Jiang Chen directed everyone to stand in line.

A group of teenagers were chaotic, and it took a lot of effort to line up.

Then came the opening ceremony, setting off firecrackers, unveiling the plaque, and lion dance. It was so lively.

Aunt Thirteen and her friend Jaina also came outside the martial arts hall with their cameras, and after setting up the cameras, they took pictures.

The western outfits on the two of them, as well as their delicate and charming appearance, attracted a lot of attention.

A young man with a luggage on his back stood in the crowd, watching the bustle, he was a little torn in his heart, whether he wanted to join the Xinghuo Martial Arts Academy or worship Huang Feihong as his teacher.

This young man is Liang Kuan who just came to Foshan from Mei County.

Because of his admiration for Huang Feihong's name, Liang Kuan originally planned to worship Huang Feihong as his teacher, but he was a little moved when he heard that Xinghuo Martial Arts Academy not only taught students for free but also provided meals.

From Liang Kuan's point of view, he has no income from work and is in short supply. Perhaps joining the Spark Martial Arts Academy is also a good choice.

After the lion dance was over, seeing that Huang Feihong hadn't come yet, Jiang Chen guessed that the other party must have been delayed by something, so he didn't care. He stood in front of the gate, looked at the group of teenagers, and said loudly:

"Everyone should have read the leaflets of the Xinghuo Martial Arts Academy, and heard all kinds of rumors about the Martial Arts Academy.

Here, I can assure you that the information on the flyer is true:

Today, Xinghuo Martial Arts will recruit a hundred disciples, and teach martial arts for free, regardless of their status or background, just their talent. If selected, three meals will be provided, and even accommodation can be arranged. "

"Xinghuo Martial Arts Academy is thirsty for talent.

After joining the martial arts school, after practice and inspection, as long as you can show enough talent, you can become true disciples. Not only can you learn the best techniques, but you can also receive 3 taels of silver every month. "

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar, and various discussions arose everywhere.

Everyone's eyes began to light up, and they were ignited by Jiang Chen's words. They wished they could immediately show their powerful talents and become true disciples.

The monthly salary of ordinary young and middle-aged people is usually less than one tael, which can barely support a family of three, and a monthly salary of three taels is completely enough for a large family to live a prosperous life.

After hearing Jiang Chen's words, Liang Kuan, who was standing behind the crowd, made an instant decision that he would join Xinghuo Martial Arts.

It's not that Huang Feihong is not good enough, it's that Jiang Chen gave too much.

Say a thousand words and ten thousand words, no matter how beautiful the slogan is, it is not as touching as white money.

Everyone also believed that Jiang Chen had the financial strength to fulfill his promise, because the Spark Martial Arts Hall was originally transformed from a luxurious mansion, which undoubtedly reflected Jiang Chen's strong net worth.

"Hahaha, what a big tone, you talk like a hype, but you don't know what kind of peerless martial arts?

Martial arts halls are not open to all cats and dogs, if you don't have the ability, it's better to close the door as soon as possible. "

Just when everyone was in a hot mood because of Jiang Chen's words, a group of people pushed through the crowd and came to the gate of the martial arts hall.

Those who came were the owners of various martial arts schools in Foshan, as well as their disciples.