Lost and Spy

Chapter 80 Martial Arts Improvement
The condition of the dormitory is quite good.

There is a dormitory for four people, with all the necessities of life, as well as a ceiling fan.

Among the three people in the same dormitory, one was from Hankou Station, intelligence officer He Guangtao, 28 years old.One is Hou Danliang, 33 years old, from the military unit of the Nanchang Investigation Section.There is another one from Shanghai Station, Chen Rongyang, 26 years old.

The biggest feature of this crash course is youth. Hou Danliang, who is in his early 30s, is already considered old.

After getting acquainted with the four people in the dormitory, Hou Danliang did not hide it, saying that he had worked in the military unit for so many years, but he had never been promoted.

When I go back and spend some more money, I can always be an official, right?

As for the other two, He Guangtao is straightforward, hospitable, and can quickly get along with anyone.

Chen Rongyang is more introverted, does not talk much, and is diligent and eager to learn.The family conditions were not good. His parents wanted him to be a teacher or a bank clerk, but he became a spy by accident, so he felt a little inferior.

But people are generally nice.

When I went to Shanghai last time, I didn't hear Yuan Yichang talk about this person.

The subject on the first day was detective skills. The teacher, Han Haizhong, is a veteran spy, already 63 years old. He spent one day telling the whole class of 39 students what investigation and makeup are.Tracking, tipping off.

In particular, it focuses on the essentials of tracking and slaughtering.

How to use the terrain, houses, and traffic of people to successfully track or get rid of the target.

Meng Shaoyuan had seen these in movies and TV in the past. Those agents were very powerful. They could stare at whoever they wanted, and get rid of whoever they wanted to get rid of.

But in real life, this is not the case at all.

A notebook densely recorded the main points.

"Empty talk, it's useless." When the last get out of class in the morning was about to end, Han Haizhong said solemnly: "Starting tomorrow, practice exercises, in groups, one hour in advance, and gather on time at seven in the morning."

so fast?
It's only been said for one morning, and it went directly to the actual training?
But if you think about it carefully, it also makes sense. The training of the crash course is only half the time of the formal class, so it is also a good way to practice instead of learning.

In the cafeteria at noon, the students of the crash course eat 15 minutes earlier than other classes in the police school.

The food is very rich, eight dishes and one soup, the meat and vegetables are evenly matched, you can take it yourself, and you can eat as much as you want.

On the wall is written:
"1.1 rice meals are hard-won; eat in moderation and don't waste it."

Well, in the Republic of China, the CD-ROM campaign was advocated.

The time for eating is only 10 minutes, and then your own tableware must be cleaned and put in place.

Once someone is found wasting food, the penalty is that the next meal will be starving.

"Mr. Han."

Meng Shaoyuan, who was carrying the food, saw that Han Haizhong was also coming. The food was still in front of him. He closed his eyes slightly, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and hummed Suzhou Pingtan, which Hangzhou and Shanghai people like to listen to.

Han Haizhong didn't open his eyes, just nodded slightly as a response.

The time was limited, so Meng Shaoyuan quickly found another table to eat quickly.

After eating, there is a 45-minute break, and almost all the students seize this time to take a nap.

Meng Shaoyuan didn't have the habit of taking naps. He took out his notebook and began to review the points that Han Haizhong said to himself in class in the morning.

Especially the so-called makeup.

Make-up is definitely not as magical as Meng Shaoyuan's time in movies and TV.

When you put on makeup, even the relatives who get along with him day and night will not recognize him.

The main point of makeup is to use simple props to hide the most recognizable main contours of your face and change your appearance to the greatest extent possible.

Eyes, beards, hats are the main props.

And when walking face-to-face with an acquaintance, you need to bow your head to avoid the other person feeling familiar.

No, that's not right.

Meng Shaoyuan had some objections in his heart.

From a psychological point of view, it is easy to expose yourself.

When two acquaintances walk by face to face, you are worried about being exposed. When you bow your head, others have not noticed it. As a result, you make such a move, but it will make others look at you more.

The correct method should be to maintain a suitable distance and pass by calmly.

After all, there are not so many boring people who will look at others very carefully while walking on the road.

Meng Shaoyuan took out his pen and marked his own thoughts in this regard.

What a teacher teaches is to be learned, but what a teacher teaches is not necessarily perfect.

"Get up, gather, gather."

The voice of the squad leader Ren Pingmao rang out.

He is from Hebei, and he heard that his background is very tough, so he became the monitor.

In the afternoon, I took a class on the playground outside, learning grappling and fighting.

The instructor was a lieutenant colonel named Xie Cairui. He worked in the Presidential Guard. He used to be a descendant of Hebei Tongjiquan. Later, for unknown reasons, he was removed from his school.

Probably because he firmly agreed to change the name of "National Technique" to "Martial Arts", and insisted on improving martial arts and introducing more Western boxing, technical boxing, and Siam boxing, right?

"My name is Xie Cairui!"

In front of the 39 students, Xie Cairui had a dark face: "Probably some of you have heard that I was removed from the pass. Why? I can tell you the reason now.

Martial arts is an elite project in China. However, the essence of it has long since disappeared. Are there any masters?Have!Can you fight?Have!But not much.Master Wanlongxinwan from Shanghai is one of them.

But they are unwilling to be in the limelight, they are indifferent to fame and fortune, and they will never come out of the mountains unless it is a major event, causing some people who make a name for themselves to swindle and deceive in the name of national art, and ruin the reputation of national art.

In the 17th year of the Republic of China, the first national martial arts examination was held in Nanjing, and I was the examiner at that time.In the main test, the contestants are grouped by lottery, and then go to the knockout round.As long as the hands, elbows, feet and other parts touch the opponent, you can get "one point", "three points and two wins"; or directly knock down the opponent, it is also a victory.

On the third day, an absurd scene appeared.

There was a player named Meng Tangchun who was defeated and was unconvinced. In the end, he hugged the opponent and bit someone on the face, and the bite on their face was dripping with blood. "

When Meng Shaoyuan heard this, a smile appeared on his face.

Didn't boxing champion Tyson bite someone's ear when he lost?Never thought that we would have it since the Republic of China.

Xie Cairui glanced at him: "In this national examination, many times, two contestants fought for a long time, and even hugged and rolled on the ground. The audience's romantic imagination of martial arts was completely broken. The results are even worse and worse. The wrestling competition is not as good as the Japanese judo.

So from that time on, I was determined to improve the martial arts.How to improve?First, change the name to Wushu.If martial arts cannot be used in actual combat, they are not worthy of being called national martial arts.Western boxing, Japanese judo, and Siam boxing, I have all gone to learn, to get rid of the dross, take the essence, so that martial arts have the power to fight, so that one day, martial arts can still be called 'national martial arts'. "

After speaking, his eyes fell on Meng Shaoyuan again:

"The student who laughed just now, get out of the queue!"

(End of this chapter)