I can see the commodity price curve

Lin Changjiang was stunned and looked at Uncle Li with a puzzled look.

Uncle Li did not explain much, but turned his head to look to the side.

Then, Lin Changjiang saw Zhang Yue and Zhan Susu coming over.

This made him frown.

Zhang Yue has not been around these past few days, leaving everything completely to himself and Uncle Li.

But now that the other party appeared again, he instantly realized that things were not as simple as he had imagined.

He couldn't help but ask, "Who is here to destroy our place?"

When asked this question, Uncle Li's face was full of anger. He snorted coldly and said, "It's a group of Korean students."

After hearing this, Lin Changjiang frowned.

South Korean students? What are they here to mess up?
According to Lin Changjiang's idea, even if someone is dissatisfied with his teaching, it should be other martial arts colleagues in the country.

After all, martial arts have been commercialized very frequently in recent years, with the opening of martial arts schools and cram schools, involving a lot of interests.

For example, the most famous one is Shaolin Temple. After becoming well-known thanks to Mr. Jin Yong's martial arts novels and some film and television dramas, the monks of Shaolin Temple are quite famous. They are not only actors, but also participate in various boxing competitions. They are standard "conspicuous bags".

But no matter who comes to mess things up, it is the business of the domestic martial arts colleagues. Now that several Korean students have come over, the nature of the matter is completely different.

At the same time, he also understood why Zhang Yue brought Zhan Susu here, because this kind of thing was very difficult to deal with.

The identity of Korean international students is too sensitive.

As a Chinese, when we hear that the other party is coming to attack our restaurant, our first reaction is to defeat the other party and humiliate them.

But the problem is that as international students, these people are protected by domestic laws. If they go too far, it will definitely have a very bad international impact.

So what should we do? It’s hard to control the scale.

He looked at Zhang Yue, wanting to hear his opinion.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yue snorted coldly: "Brother Lin, I didn't expect those Koreans to be so bold and make things difficult for us.

Therefore, as two of the most powerful Ba Duan Jin masters in the country, whether we can hold our heads high tonight depends on us.

I will go first, and if I can’t hold on, you will attack me, and I will definitely not let the other party get any advantage.”

Lin Changjiang's expression suddenly became strange.

He looked at Zhang Yue. He thought that Boss Zhang came here on his own initiative for the sake of the overall situation. He did not expect that his purpose was to strike down the arrogance of those international students.

He immediately spoke out what was in his heart.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yue's expression was full of anger: "I say, you are too timid, aren't you?

Others are bullying us, and yet you are still worrying about this and hesitating about that.

Let me tell you, this method is absolutely not advisable. Mr. Lu Xun taught us to beat the dog when it is down, so we must follow Mr. Lu Xun's teachings and beat them hard. "

Lin Changjiang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Uncle Li.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Li was even angrier than Zhang Yue: "Boss Zhang is right, this is intolerable.

We don't bully others actively, but if others take the initiative to ride on our necks and shit on us, we can't tolerate it.

Okay, that's it. Get ready. We'll start the battle in a minute."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

Lin Changjiang pinched his nose helplessly, then sat in the room in a daze.

Uncle Li asked him to prepare, but he had nothing to prepare. The only thing he could do was to conserve his energy.

Suddenly, Lin Changjiang had an idea and quickly opened his computer. He wrote about the Korean students who came to challenge him and sent it out in the form of a single chapter.

He said this not to report to the readers, but because today's situation is full of uncertainty.

If the processing time is long, then he will most likely have little chance to type, so his real purpose is to ask for leave.

After finishing writing, he walked out of the room with a relaxed look.

At this time, Uncle Li, Zhang Yue and Zhan Susu were already waiting for him downstairs.

Lin Changjiang immediately followed the three people to the square.

I don’t know if they had received the news in advance, but the square was now full of people.

When everyone saw Zhang Yue, they immediately cheered, which made Lin Changjiang feel helpless.

As the successor and top master of Ba Duan Jin, as well as a martial arts lecturer, his popularity could not be compared to Zhang Yue's.

Zhang Yue was not surprised by this. He greeted everyone with a smile and then walked to the center of the square.

Just then, several men and women in white training suits came over from a distance.

As soon as they appeared, Zhang Yue saw them and his eyes narrowed instantly.

When these people approached, he immediately said, "Are you the ones who are here to mess things up?"

However, what Zhang Yue never expected was that after hearing his words, a woman came out.

The woman had shoulder-length hair and narrowed her eyes slightly. She looked at Zhang Yue with a provocative look:

"You must be Boss Zhang, right? Let me introduce myself. My last name is Park, Park Minghui, and I'm currently an eighth-degree degree Taekwondo champion. Thank you for your guidance."

Zhang Yue nodded immediately after hearing her words: "I don't deserve your advice, but can I ask you a question?"

Park Minghui asked: "What's the problem?"

Zhang Yue said, "I don't know much about your Taekwondo levels. Can you tell me how many levels there are in Taekwondo?"

Park Myeong-hui said, "There are nine degrees in Taekwondo. This seems to be common sense, right? Don't tell me you don't understand."

Zhang Yue was somewhat helpless: "I really don't understand. Also, is the first degree or the ninth degree more powerful in Taekwondo?"

When Park Minghui heard his words, she was momentarily stuck.

She never expected that the other party would ask such a naive question.

But after a moment, he explained: "The first stage is low-level, and the ninth stage is high-level."

Zhang Yue nodded: "I see, it's already very good that you can practice to the eighth level. So, who is willing to fight with this lady?"

He looked at the crowd. Many of them had come to learn yesterday and had already mastered the basics of Ba Duan Jin.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone came out.

The other party was a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old. She looked at Zhang Yue with a smile and said, "Boss Zhang, how about letting me fight with her?"

Zhang Yue nodded, but still warned: "The opponent should be no simple one, you should be careful, if you can't beat him, just admit defeat. After all, your attainments in Ba Duan Jin are not deep, it's not shameful to lose."

The girl nodded immediately to show that she understood. However, Park Minghui's face darkened. She never expected that Zhang Yue would despise her so much.

With a cold snort, Park Minghui said: “Mr. Zhang, I think you misunderstood.

I am the captain of these people, and I am more accomplished in Taekwondo than the others, so even if I initiate a challenge, I will not be the first one.

Since you want this lady to compete with us, and she is a beginner, I will also choose a beginner to compete with her."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yue shook his head and said, "Don't. Although this lady is a beginner of our Ba Duan Jin, the power of Ba Duan Jin is too great, and your beginners are definitely not a match.

So you should go ahead. After she defeats you, your attempt to sabotage the place can be declared a failure. This way, we can save ourselves a lot of trouble.

After all, our main task tonight is teaching, and we cannot let you delay our teaching plan."

Park Minghui's face immediately turned ugly. She turned her head to look at the girl in front of her, and then said to Zhang Yue:

"Mr. Zhang, you are too confident. In this case, I will accept her challenge. I want to see how she defeats me."

After saying that, he looked at the girl.

The girl smiled and said to Pu Minghui, "Sister, please don't show mercy for a while. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll hit you too hard and make you unable to take care of yourself."

Faced with the provocation, Park Minghui calmed down. She snorted coldly and suddenly punched the girl with a speed as fast as lightning.

Park Minghui used 80% of her strength in this move, with the goal of achieving a quick victory.

After all, when facing a beginner, if I spend a lot of time trying to counter her moves, I will be the only one who is embarrassed.

However, in response to her attack, the girl simply took two steps back, and Park Minghui was shocked to find that her attack had missed.

Park Minghui's attack missed and her pupils shrank suddenly.

She immediately adjusted her body shape, slightly bent her legs, and suddenly jumped up, chopping down fiercely at the top of the girl's head. The sound of breaking through the air could be clearly heard.

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd, and many people even closed their eyes subconsciously.

The girl, however, looked calm. At the moment when Park Myeong-hui was about to chop her, she twisted her body as flexibly as a loach, and at the same time, she clenched her left hand and gently patted Park Myeong-hui's waist.

Park Minghui only felt a gentle but irresistible force surging, and she staggered forward a few steps uncontrollably.

"Hmph! Interesting." Park Minghui stood firm, her eyes full of unwillingness. She crossed her hands in front of her chest, taking a defensive stance, and then quickly kicked out a series of side kicks at a speed that was dazzling.

The girl was not in a hurry. She moved her hands in front of her body, using softness to overcome hardness and neutralizing Park Myeong-hui's attacks one by one. At the same time, she found the right moment, clenched her right fist, and lightly hit Park Myeong-hui's abdomen.

Park Myeong-hui thought that the punch was not powerful enough and was prepared to take it and then counterattack.

But the moment the fist touched her abdomen, a powerful internal force penetrated into her body through her skin. Her face instantly turned red, and she staggered back several steps, almost falling down.

"Impossible! You're obviously just a beginner!" Park Minghui covered her abdomen and shouted in disbelief.

The girl smiled slightly: "Eight-section Brocade may seem simple, but it actually contains infinite mysteries. How can your Taekwondo compare to it?"

Park Myeong-hui was enraged and shouted loudly. She rushed towards the girl like an arrow and used the most proud series of kicks in Taekwondo.

The girl did not dodge this time. She quickly formed seals with her hands, let out a low shout, and her aura suddenly surged.

When Park Minghui's leg kicked over, she punched hard, and the wind from her fist collided with the wind from her leg, making a loud noise.

Park Minghui only felt a huge force coming from her legs, and the whole person was knocked backwards, fell heavily to the ground, and couldn't get up for a long time.

The crowd was silent at first, and then burst into thunderous cheers. Shouts of "Good!" "Great fight!" "Ba Duan Jin is mighty!" came one after another.

When the other Korean students saw this, their faces turned extremely ugly.

One of the burly boys stood up and said loudly: "Don't think you are great just because you won a game. Let me meet you!"

As he spoke, he struck a fighting posture different from Park Myeong-hui's, his muscles tense and his eyes full of fighting spirit.

Zhang Yue looked at the other party in astonishment: "Why, do you want to fight in a round-robin battle?
Also, your captain has been defeated by us, and you small characters are the only ones left. Even if you take action, you will just be delivering food to us.

So just go back to where you came from, or if you can't find a tree to cool off. We're very busy lately and don't have time to talk too much with you guys."

As soon as these words came out, the man's face turned red instantly.

He snorted, "Our captain's failure doesn't mean we fail too. It's just a piece of Ba Duan Jin. Call out your strongest man. I want to fight him."

Just as Zhang Yue was about to speak, Uncle Li took a step forward and said, "No problem if you want to make a move. I'll play with you."

Uncle Li stepped forward, his aura suddenly rising. His seemingly casual standing posture contained the charm of Ba Duan Jin.

The burly boy saw that Uncle Li was thin, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes. He rushed forward and kicked Uncle Li in the chest.

Uncle Li was not in a hurry. He slightly turned sideways and used his right hand like a swimming fish to divert the boy's force to the side.

The boy was unable to stop in time and stumbled forward two steps.

He became angry and turned around to throw another straight punch, faster and more powerful.

This time, Uncle Li did not retreat but advanced. He made a claw with his left hand and gently grabbed the boy's wrist. At the same time, he cleverly hooked the man's ankle with his right foot and pulled it with a slight force.

The boy felt his feet go empty and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Is that all you're capable of?" Uncle Li snorted coldly and stood with his hands behind his back.

The other Korean students looked at each other, and two more rushed out at the same time, attacking Uncle Li from the left and right.

Uncle Li flashed and moved flexibly between the two men, and each of his attacks accurately hit the opponent's vital joints.

In a moment, the two men were holding their arms and knees, grimacing in pain.

Pu Minghui struggled to get up from the ground, watching her side suffer setbacks one after another, her eyes full of resentment:
"Don't think you can beat us by using some unconventional methods! Our Taekwondo focuses on actual combat, and your Ba Duan Jin is just a fancy trick!"

Lin Changjiang had been watching coldly, but now he couldn't help but speak up: "Pretentious? You probably haven't even seen the basics of Eight-Section Brocade.

Ba Duan Jin has been passed down for thousands of years. Strengthening the body is only the basics. The offensive and defensive techniques contained in it are not something you can easily understand."

"Then do you dare to compete with me?" Park Minghui pointed the finger at Lin Changjiang.

Zhang Yue was about to speak when Lin Changjiang raised his hand to signal him to be patient, and walked slowly to Park Minghui: "Okay, but I have a condition.

If you lose, you must not only apologize publicly, but also promote the exquisiteness of Ba Duan Jin among your international student community.”

Pu Minghui gnashed her teeth and said, "Okay! If you lose, don't mention Ba Duan Jin in front of foreign students anymore!"

After saying that, she took a deep breath and assumed the ultimate Taekwondo defensive stance, with her muscles tensed, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.

Lin Changjiang let his hands hang naturally, looking relaxed, as if he was not facing a fierce battle, but taking a walk in the courtyard.

Park Minghui took the lead and launched a difficult three-kick sequence directly into Lin Changjiang's face.

Lin Changjiang gently swayed his body, as graceful as a willow branch in the wind, skillfully avoiding every attack.

While Park Minghui was still struggling to stand firmly on the ground, Lin Changjiang quickly took action and pressed the acupoints on her waist.

Park Minghui felt a numbness in her waist, and instantly lost her balance, falling to the ground in a mess. (End of this chapter)