Shenhao started as a rent collector

Chapter 131

That's right, last night, at the beginning, Zhang Mu and Jin Yanxi were simply chatting.

Later, I felt that it was too boring, so Jin Yanxi proposed to fight the landlord.

Because Jin Yanxi has been in China for many years, his favorite entertainment is fighting the landlords.

And she thinks her poker skills are quite good.

Since Zhang Mu's money is so easy to earn, why not earn more.

So, the two fought for the landlord all night.

Who would have thought that Zhang Mu's luck was overwhelming, not only won all the consumption money back, but also made Jin Yanxi lose a lot, and there was no underwear left.

Jin Yanxi, who wants to cry but has no tears, where can she reason?

After all, he proposed Fighting the Landlord.

Self-inflicted, can't live!

……

In the morning, he had a good night's sleep, and Zhang Mu was still smiling when he was dreaming.

Other men have to spend money to come to this kind of place.

And not only did he spend nothing, but he also made a lot of money.

Can you be unhappy?

It's so beautiful!
At noon, Richardson and Van Bender took him to the restaurant outside for a meal, and the three did not separate until around two o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhang Mu declined their offer to send him back, and walked along the road, picking up empty bottles.

"One, two... ten... thirty... eighty..."

It didn't take long for a hundred empty bottles to be collected.

"Recycle!"

The system shows that the recovery is successful.

Reward: Wing Chun!

"Fuck me, is it so powerful?"

When he saw the reward, Zhang Mu's mind instinctively flashed the scene in the movie where Ip Man wanted to shoot ten.

So what are you waiting for, get it!
In an instant, Wing Chun tricks entered Zhang Mu's mind like a huge information network.

After almost 2 minutes, Zhang Mu suddenly spread his hands, his eyes were piercing, his breathing was steady, and he punched a few times according to his muscle memory.

Ye Wen, can one hit ten?
At this time, Zhang Mu felt that there was no problem at all if he hit ten!
But if you just talk and don't practice fake moves, if you want to try the real power, you must find a place to actually fight!

Soon, Zhang Mu thought of a place.

In my impression, there is a martial arts center near Jingdu Investment Company, where there are many martial arts gyms, just find one, get an experience card, and you can actually fight!

Immediately doing what he said, Zhang Mu hailed a taxi and went straight to the martial arts center.

When Zhang Mu came to the martial arts center, several students in training uniforms were competing with each other in the square. Ha, ha, ha, the fight was very fierce, and many passers-by stopped to watch and applauded.

The rest of the students took the opportunity to distribute leaflets about the martial arts school, selling them in full swing!

Zhang Mu took one casually, and to tell the truth, if he had seen such a martial arts performance before, he would have given him applause.

It's just that after receiving the Wing Chun reward, he watched those students' sparring, as if watching a slow-motion replay, which was meaningless at all, so he might as well find an opportunity to practice it himself.

"Well, do you have a trial card in your martial arts school? I want to experience the charm of martial arts. If I think it's not bad, I plan to sign up for the class."

"Yes!" The student who handed out the leaflets immediately brought Zhang Mu into the martial arts hall.

A coach holding a wolfberry cup came over, and after understanding the situation, he smiled and said to Zhang Mu: "Sir, how do you want to experience it?"

"Are you the coach?"

"Correct!"

"Then can I compete with you?" Zhang Mu looked sincere, eager to try.

The coach holding the wolfberry cup twitched his lips. He said he had never met a student who was about to compete with the coach as soon as he came up.

"Did you learn martial arts before?"

"No." Zhang Mu shook his head truthfully.

"Then it's even more impossible for me to compete with you. After all, fists and feet have no eyes, and I can injure you with just one punch." The coach said with a smile at the corner of his mouth, with an attitude of a master.

Then, he pointed to the wooden dummy in the corner of the martial arts hall.

"Of course, if the husband insists on learning from each other, I suggest that you go to the wooden dummy to experience it."

Looking in the direction of the finger, is it a wooden dummy?
also!

Just use it to practice your hands first, and discuss with the coach as soon as you come up. To be honest, I am quite nervous.

Zhang Mu immediately applied for a 50 yuan experience card, and then walked towards the wooden dummy.

Taking a deep breath, Wing Chun strikes flashed in his mind. He started to fight against the wooden dummy in a decent manner, click, click, click. At first, the speed was relatively slow, like doing radio gymnastics, but gradually Familiar, the sound of hitting the wooden dummy with both hands is like a gust of wind and rain, Kaka Kaka...

This Nima?
The coach, who wanted to give some pointers, was dumbfounded, rubbed his eyes with his hands, and quickly took a sip of wolfberry water to calm his shock.

however--

At this moment, Zhang Mu slammed his palm on the center of the wooden dummy. With a click, the sound of wood breaking was heard. The wooden dummy split from the middle, and then fell to the ground with a bang, with sawdust flying.

Zhang Mu was a little surprised, the power of this Wing Chun boxing was stronger than expected.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the quality of this wooden dummy is not up to standard, an inferior product!

As everyone knows, inferior products?

The wooden mannequins in the martial arts hall are all genuine solid wood, okay?

"puff!"

Almost at the same time, the coach who saw Zhang Mu splitting the wooden dummy with his palm and drinking wolfberry water sprayed it on the spot.

Shit, is this gentleman here to experience it?
Didn't you come to kick the gym?

In addition, this gentleman, you split the wooden dummy with your palm, and you have the nerve to say that you don't know martial arts?

The coach's scalp is numb, and his whole body is not well.

When Zhang Mu heard the sound of the coach spraying water, he turned around and saw the coach's sluggish expression, he was a little embarrassed, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength well, and I broke the wood in your martial arts school." Man stake, but I'm sure I'll pay."

"Hehe, hehe." The coach smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.

But Zhang Mu left the wooden dummy and came to the coach.

"Coach, I'm afraid that I won't be able to control the strength in the future and damage the wooden dummy, so I also ask the coach to compete with me. This is the most realistic experience."

coach:"?????"

You are afraid that if you can't control your strength, you will damage the wooden dummy.

Aren't you afraid that if you can't control your strength, you will beat me into a disability?
Fuck, the one who split the wooden dummy with one punch.

Let me compete with you, I'm afraid I'm not crazy!
I also want to drink wolfberry for a few more years.

"No, no, no, the sparring is free. You'd better play the wooden dummy. It doesn't matter if it's damaged or not, as long as you're happy, as long as you're happy." The coach looked humble, and there was no need for a little bit of superiority.

Zhang Mu frowned slightly, "Coach, are you worried about hurting me with a punch? Don't worry, no matter how you beat me up, I won't hold you accountable."

coach:"?????"

I'm terribly worried that you'll hurt me with a punch.

Do I have to be blunt?
Stay on the line, see you in the future!
Young man, it's impossible for you not to understand such a simple truth, right?
(End of this chapter)