I can see the commodity price curve

Zhang Yue looked at him and smiled: "If that's the case, then go ahead and do it."

The white-haired old man snorted coldly and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Zhang Yue stared ahead in astonishment, and for a long time he did not come back to his senses. He rubbed his eyes quickly, trying to make sure whether he was dazzled.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt pain in his back and could not help but take two steps forward before he could barely stand firm.

Turning around, he looked at the white-haired old man who had come behind him at some point, with an extremely strange expression: "What happened just now? How did you do it?"

It’s not surprising that Zhang Yue was confused. With his current kung fu skills, he could detect any movement within a ten-meter radius.

Although he pretended not to care most of the time, he knew it clearly in his heart.

However, the white-haired old man in front of him did disappear from his sight, which was very strange.

The other party's appearance behind him was also very unexpected, otherwise Zhang Yue would not have been unprepared. So what was going on?

He originally thought that although the white-haired old man was powerful, his power was limited. Now he realized that he had underestimated him.

But Zhang Yue didn't know that the white-haired old man was more surprised than he was, because he had already used all his strength to attack Zhang Yue just now.

If it were an ordinary person, he would be killed instantly after being hit by himself. Even a master like Park Minghui would be seriously injured.

However, Zhang Yue was like nothing had happened. He just staggered forward two steps and then recovered as normal. Isn't the opponent's ability to withstand blows too terrifying?
He snorted and did not answer Zhang Yue's words, but attacked again.

The white-haired old man disappeared again. On the other side, Zhang Yue frowned immediately.

The white-haired old man suddenly used this move just now, and Zhang Yue felt it was very abrupt because he was caught off guard.

But now that he knew the other party's methods, his attention was instantly raised to the highest level.

It was because of this that Zhang Yue finally noticed some clues. It turned out that the white-haired old man did not disappear out of thin air, but his movements were very covert.

Especially when moving his body, he did not rely solely on his feet like a normal person, but his hands and feet were all in contact with the ground, and his body crawled forward like a lizard, which greatly avoided leaving traces on the body due to disturbed airflow.

Coupled with the fact that the other party was extremely fast, he felt like he appeared suddenly.

The next moment, the white-haired old man appeared next to Zhou Pingyang and punched him hard in the neck.

The white-haired old man chose to hit Zhang Yue's back just now, mainly to make the attack unexpected. After all, the back is a vital part of a person and it is not easy to defend.

But after knowing that Zhang Yue had a very strong ability to withstand blows, the white-haired old man immediately changed his method, from attacking the back to attacking the most vulnerable part of the human body.

Just as the white-haired old man was about to hit Zhou Pingyang's neck, Zhang Yue suddenly took two steps forward, bent his right leg, and swept towards the old man's lower back.

This was so unexpected that the old man stumbled and fell forward several steps.

While the old man was still standing firm, Zhang Yue moved closer again, grabbed the old man's wrist with his left hand, twisted it back with force, and then clenched his right fist and hit the sunken part of the old man's shoulder blade hard.

There was a "crack" sound, followed by the sound of dislocated bones and the old man's groan of pain.

The old man wanted to fight back with his knee, but Zhang Yue was quick-witted and raised his leg to hit his knee, then exerted force and pinned him to the ground.

"Are you going to fight again?" Zhang Yue smiled slightly and pressed the back of the old man's neck with his knee.

The white-haired old man let out an unwilling roar from his throat, suddenly arched his back, and threw his head back hard.

Zhang Yue had expected him to use this move, so he loosened his hand, took a half step back, and at the same time swung his arm and threw a punch.

The fist flew past the old man's cheek, and the wind created by the fist blew the old man's white hair into a mess.

The old man turned over and got up. His face was covered with bruises and looked scary, but he still smiled coldly and rushed towards Zhang Yue again.

This time Zhang Yue did not take the initiative to meet him. He stared at the direction of the old man's punch, and when the opportunity came, he dodged to the side, stretched out his hand to grab the old man's elbow, and used the force to push it down. He also exerted force with his shoulder and crashed into the old man's chest.

This made the old man fly backwards like a kite with a broken string, and then he hit the stone pier behind him with a "bang". He covered his chest, coughed several times, and spat out a mouthful of blood foam.

"You are too slow." Zhang Yue flexed his wrist with a calm look in his eyes.

The white-haired old man took a breath and attacked Zhang Yue again.

Zhang Yue smiled slightly, and instead of retreating, he rushed forward towards the opponent. He swung his left fist in the air, suddenly stretched out his right foot, hooked the old man's ankle, and at the same time slashed towards the old man's carotid artery with his right palm.

The old man leaned back and fell to the ground with a thump.

Zhang Yue was quick-witted and quick-handed. He immediately rode on top of him and clamped the old man's throat tightly with his hands like iron clamps.

The white-haired old man's face immediately turned red, and he tried hard to grab Zhang Yue's arm with both hands, but Zhang Yue just waved his hand lightly and pushed his hand away.

"Give up!" Zhang Yue said in a low voice, without loosening his grip at all.

The old man's resistance became weaker and weaker, and his eyes began to roll up. Just as he was about to faint, Zhang Yue suddenly let go of his hand, stood up, and took two steps back.

The old man collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes full of fear and disbelief.

He suddenly said, "I originally thought that the most powerful person among you was Lin Changjiang, but I didn't expect it to be you."

He was speaking from the heart. Park Myeong-hui was his apprentice and was pushed forward by him to be tested.

The skill that Lin Changjiang had just displayed surprised him. The white-haired old man knew that if the two of them fought alone, he would definitely not be the opponent's.

He thought he would return empty-handed this time, but he didn't expect that Lin Changjiang was sent away by Zhang Yue. The white-haired old man showed up immediately after confirming that the other party had left, but he didn't expect that the real master was Zhang Yue.

Zhang Yue smiled slightly and was about to speak when a voice suddenly said, "Boss Zhang is of course better than me, but he is a low-key person and doesn't want to compete, so he gave the title of No. 1 to me."

The white-haired old man turned his head and saw that the person who spoke was Lin Changjiang. He looked surprised and said, "Didn't the doctors take you away?"

Unexpectedly, Lin Changjiang looked at him with a strange expression: "Do you think that with my ability, those doctors can take me away if I don't want to?"

The white-haired old man looked at Zhang Yue again, and suddenly realized: "I understand, it turns out that everything was planned by you."

Zhang Yue smiled slightly and said, "You can't say that.

I didn't mean to plot against you, but you suddenly jumped out, and if I don't target you, wouldn't it make me look like a loser?"

Zhang Yue finished speaking and said, "Well, since you lost, then fulfill the bet. Don't tell me you can't even come up with more than a million."

Regardless of whether it is the white-haired old man or Park Minghui, both of them have such advanced kung fu and can open a martial arts school in China. Their identities are definitely not simple.

More than one million is definitely a drop in the bucket for them.

Sure enough, after hearing Zhang Yue’s words, the two of them just looked at each other and stopped talking.

Lin Changjiang came up to Zhang Yue and said to him with a smile: "Boss Zhang is indeed a man of great foresight. The other party's challenge this time is indeed not simple." It turned out that not long ago, Zhang Yue had expressed his thoughts. Although the actual situation was somewhat different from his thoughts, they were generally similar.

Zhang Yue smiled slightly. He had experienced too many ups and downs, and what was happening now was not enough to move him.

After taking a look at Uncle Li and Lin Changjiang, Zhang Yue said, "From now on, the promotion of Ba Duan Jin will be handed over to you two. I have something urgent to do and need to leave for a while."

Lin Changjiang and Uncle Li nodded and said it was no problem.

After watching Zhang Yue leave, Lin Changjiang also returned to the hotel. Then he opened the coding software and started writing his novel.

Although today's situation was a bit unexpected, Zhang Yue solved the problem quickly so it didn't waste much of his time.

So before twelve o'clock in the evening, he had written 20,000 words and sent them out. Lin Changjiang then briefly talked about what happened today.

However, he never expected that his casual remark would cause such a huge uproar.

Many people began to leave messages:

"What did I hear? This can't be true?"

"Boss Zhang and the author have joined hands to fight against the conspiracy of the Koreans. It sounds absolutely gratifying."

"Yes, he's so handsome. I'm really fascinated by him. Let me be honest with you guys.

My home is actually nearby, and I wanted to go over and take a look, but I missed it due to some things, which is a pity. "

"I am also very sorry that I didn't see such a wonderful match. Life has lost its original meaning."

"Okay, stop talking. I decided to take the high-speed train tomorrow to find Mr. Li and the author to learn Ba Duan Jin. It would be a shame not to learn such a powerful martial art."

"I'll go too. Although I'm not interested in becoming a martial arts master, I suffer from very severe arthritis and need Boss Zhang's plaster to treat it."

“And I’ve already bought the high-speed rail ticket.

How about this, I'll create a group, and anyone who wants to go there tomorrow can join in, and if there's any situation, everyone can just post a message in the group."

"This is a good idea. As book friends, we should help each other."

Everyone was chatting happily, including Lin Changjiang, who was also very excited.

Then he immediately chose to join the group chat created by that reader, just the next moment.

Lin Changjiang was stunned because he suddenly found that there were already more than 5,000 people in this group chat, and the number was still growing.

Half an hour later, the number of people in this group exceeded 10,000, and the group owner had already sent a message:

Because there are too many people in the group, the other party has created a new group. People who have not joined this group can join that group, and people who are already in this group can ignore it to avoid duplication.

This news is written by the other party in this chapter of his novel and is updated in real time.

However, half an hour later, the book friend sent another message saying that the second group was also full, and then he created a third group.

The situation of the third group was similar to that of the second group. It was also full within half an hour. Then came the fourth, the fifth…

When Lin Changjiang woke up, he found that the other party had already started to create the thirteenth group.

The corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably. You know, those who took the initiative to join the group all planned to come here today to learn Ba Duan Jin from Master Li.

But the problem is that there are 10,000 people in the other party’s group, so doesn’t that mean the number of people coming today will be close to 130,000?

If a few thousand more people came because of his call, Lin Changjiang could totally accept it. But now he was depressed to find that it was not a few thousand people, not even tens of thousands.

It is hard to imagine what the scene would be like with so many people gathered in one square.

Lin Changjiang soon saw it.

He was typing in the afternoon when Uncle Li suddenly came over with a very strange expression.

"Xiaolin, something seems wrong."

Lin Changjiang looked at him in surprise: "Something's wrong, what's wrong?"

Uncle Li said, "The square where we are going to teach today has been surrounded."

Lin Changjiang was a little puzzled: "What do you mean by surrounded? Didn't you communicate with the person in charge of the square before?"

Uncle Li was helpless: "Of course we have communicated well, and I have already called the person in charge, but the other party didn't understand what was going on."

Lin Changjiang wanted to ask again, but suddenly thought of his book friends, all with shocked expressions: "No way?"

Uncle Li immediately heard the difference in the other person's tone, and he quickly asked, "What do you mean you don't know? What's going on? Do you know something?"

Lin Changjiang quickly told the other party that his book friend was coming, and Uncle Li's expression was full of shock.

Seeing that the other party didn't speak for a long time, Lin Changjiang felt a little embarrassed: "Uncle Li, does this count as a meritorious service?"

Uncle Li nodded and said, "Of course we have done a great job. Boss Zhang's request to us is that we try our best to teach more people to practice Ba Duan Jin.

I originally thought that it would take at least a month to achieve the achievement of teaching 300,000 people, but you helped me do it right away."

Lin Changjiang was a little embarrassed: "So is this a good thing or a bad thing for us?"

Uncle Li shook his head: "How should I know? It is definitely a good thing to teach so many people to practice Ba Duan Jin, but I have no confidence that so many people can learn it if they gather together to learn from me."

The two talked for a while, and Lin Changjiang stood up and said to Uncle Li: "Why don't I go to the square and ask them where they came from."

Although he really wanted to sit down and continue typing, something had happened now, and it was caused by him, so he absolutely could not stand idly by.

So he directly sent out the 8,000 words he had written, then opened a separate chapter to explain the situation, and followed Uncle Li to the square.

When Lin Changjiang saw the people in the square, he was stunned again.

Because there are so many people standing here, it would be fine if it were just that, but the most outrageous thing is that these people actually formed countless squares.

There were ten people in each row of these square teams, and a total of one hundred people in each team, and there was a man standing next to each team.

Lin Changjiang roughly counted and found that there were hundreds of columns on the scene.

The key point is that these columns are not only not chaotic, but are well-organized, like soldiers waiting for inspection. (End of this chapter)