Siheyuan: Wang Bo's Happy Life

Ever since he learned that Sha Zhu had applied for early retirement due to illness, Wang Bo has been thinking about whether he should also retire early.

Of course, he retired not to find a job, but to practice "The Short Days" at home. After working in classes for more than 20 years, Wang Bo was a little tired.

One afternoon, after Wang Bo got off work, he was flirting with Yan Bugui who was busy working in the vegetable field across the street when suddenly a well-dressed man walked in.

Wang Bo and Yan Bugui both looked over and saw that the man was wearing a well-fitting dark suit, black leather shoes, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was dressed like a successful man.

Looking more closely, this person turned out to be a good guy!

Banggeng walked in front, followed by two younger brothers who were also wearing suits and carrying large and small bags in their hands.

When Bang Geng saw Wang Bo and the others, he smiled and said hello, "Grandpa Yan, and Uncle Da, what are you two busy with?"

Yan Bugui was stunned. Such a stylish person turned out to be Banggeng. He looked at Banggeng and asked in surprise, "Banggeng, where did you make your fortune?"

Bang Geng smiled and said, "Grandpa Yan, you are joking. I am not rich. I just made a little money by doing business with a boss in the south."

Hearing Banggeng speak so calmly and elegantly, Yan Bugui suddenly felt that Banggeng was truly extraordinary and must have made a fortune following the big boss. He immediately began to flatter him.

"Bang Geng, you are too modest. Old Yan, I have always felt that you have been extraordinary since you were a child. You will definitely be a great talent when you grow up. Look at you now. You are so young, but you can start a big business with a big boss in the south. You are much better than us old antiques who stay in this small yard all day long."

"Grandpa Yan, you are flattering me," Bang Geng smiled modestly, "Grandpa Yan, and the other uncle, I just came back today. I will go out and order two tables of good wine and food this afternoon, and you can all come to my house for dinner in the evening."

Hearing that Banggeng wanted to treat them, Yan Bugui was even more delighted, "Okay, we will definitely go there tonight."

Wang Bo didn't say a word the whole time. After watching Bang Geng and his two younger brothers walk into the middle courtyard, he smiled and said to Yan Bugui:

"Old Yan, look at Bang Geng, he has really made great progress in the past few years. And then look at those guys in your family, they are really useless when compared to others."

Yan Bugui is now immune to Wang Bo's sarcasm and ridicule, so he just treats it as if Wang Bo farted in front of him.

Yan Bugui asked Wang Bo without any reaction: "Xiaobo, are you coming over tonight?"

"Why not go?" Wang Bo said greedily. "I've been thinking about retiring early and making money these days. Since Bang Geng has made a fortune, maybe we can get some help and make a lot of money with him!"

"Yup!"

Yan Bugui threw the hoe in his hand and said, "I have to talk to my children and ask them to come over in the evening and listen together. Maybe they can also make a fortune by following Banggeng!"

Watching Yan Bugui trotting out, Wang Bo laughed in his heart. He believed that something must be wrong when things were abnormal. Even if Banggeng really made a fortune, he would not take these neighbors in the compound seriously, let alone be so polite to them.

The weasel is paying New Year's greetings to the chicken, but it has no good intentions. We don't know what bad things Banggeng is planning.

The news of Banggeng's wealth quickly spread throughout the compound. Everyone knew that Banggeng had made a fortune following a big boss from the south, and the neighbors also received invitations from him to meet up in the evening.

In an instant, Banggeng's image turned 180 degrees, from a good-for-nothing gangster to a smart and capable young man with great potential.

Looking at the elegant Bang Geng, who exuded aura in his every move, Qin Huairu wiped away tears with joy.

My good eldest son has finally turned over a new leaf and is now successful in life!

That night, all the masters of the courtyard gathered at Qin Huairu's house, filling up two large tables.

The dishes ordered by Bang Gengding are all top-notch, and there is plenty of good wine and cigarettes, so that everyone in the compound can enjoy eating and drinking to their heart's content.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Yan Bugui could no longer suppress his curiosity and asked, "Banggeng, you have made so much money. Can you tell us about your business?"

Bang Geng smiled slightly and took out a strange little pot from an exquisite packaging box on the side.

Looking at the stunned people around him, Bang Geng gently placed it on the table and asked solemnly: "Neighbors, do you know what this is?"

“Isn’t this just a small pot?”

Banggeng shook his head and said calmly, "Yes, and no."

The neighbors were all shocked. What did this mean?

Looking at the bewildered crowd, Bang Geng continued, "Have you ever heard of Kung Fu, neighbors?"

I've heard this so much!

Kung Fu fever is sweeping the whole country now. It has reached a crazy level and everyone wants to develop good skills.

Bang Geng held up the small pot with both hands and showed it to everyone. "Everyone wants to learn, but they don't know how. Our boss cares about the world and wants to help people learn Kung Fu. So five years ago, he and Master Wang conducted careful research and finally created a material through high-tech means that helps people absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."

The neighbors were stunned and talked among themselves.

"Master Wang, he really has the skills!"

"Yes, he was on TV. In his performance, he used Kung Fu to light a newspaper on fire!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I've seen it too. Dozens of people couldn't get close to him. Before he could even exert any strength, they fell down!"

Hearing the neighbors talking about it, Bang Geng smiled proudly. He raised his voice and said calmly:

"This pot is the result of the latest technology and Kung Fu. It is called the Technological Kung Fu Pot."

"As long as you put this pot on your head, you will be able to practice kung fu with half the effort in the future."

After Banggeng finished speaking, he gently put the small pot on his head, then closed his eyes and performed a series of kung fu moves, which frightened the neighbors who were still drunk.

Suddenly a neighbor shouted, "I've seen this pot on TV, and this is how it's used!"

Suddenly, the room became restless again.

After Banggeng finished his work, he took off the small pot and put it away, then said with a smile: "Our boss is only responsible for production, and we mainly promote it nationwide. I make a little money by selling it."

Yan Bugui quickly smiled and asked, "Bang Geng, we have been neighbors for decades. Can you talk to the boss and let us buy from him and make a little money?"

"No."

Bang Geng shook his head and said, "The boss gave me the management rights of Sijiucheng. He only allowed me to ship goods. Others can only buy from me."

"How much is this pot? I want to buy one to practice my kung fu!"

Bang Geng replied, "This pot is fifty yuan."

"It's so expensive!"

Hearing that the neighbors thought it was expensive, Bang Geng continued with a smile: "This is the retail price. If you become a member of our company, it will definitely be cheaper, and you can buy goods from me and sell them outside."

Hearing about this good thing, the neighbors were immediately excited, "Bang Geng, tell us how I became your member."

"As long as you pay a membership fee of 200 yuan, you will become our member."

Before the neighbors could complain, Bang Geng continued, "After becoming a member, it will be cheaper to buy from me. It will only be 30 yuan each. Neighbors can buy more and sell them to others."

"Of course, if you can recommend someone to become a member, you can keep half of the 200 yuan membership fee and only need to pay 100 yuan."

Bang Geng smiled and said, "We made this rule to benefit the public, so that everyone can buy a high-tech Kung Fu pot and earn some living expenses while practicing Kung Fu."

After Bang Geng finished speaking, the neighbors' eyes turned green.

Wang Bo, who was sitting on the side, exclaimed in his heart, what a great guy.

This is simply a collision of modernity and history, a combination of superstition and pyramid schemes. Banggeng is so damn talented!