Hong Kong Comprehensive: Who said that those who practice martial arts have no money?

Chapter 239 Broker
Yixiantian did not object, but even implicitly agreed.

In his opinion, Li An's talent is astonishing, and his boxing, kicking, grappling, and throwing techniques have been mixed to the point where he can easily pick them up, which is incredible. Even his master thinks he is inferior. With Li An's achievements in kung fu, sooner or later, Be able to establish a sect and become a master.

You can't practice real kung fu behind closed doors. It would only be good for Ang Lee to compete with more masters who are good at kung fu, and there would be no harm to him.

Drawing on the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought can make Ang Lee's journey on this path smoother.

But when San Jiangshui heard that Li An was going to challenge Hong, Liu, Cai, Li Mo, and Wing Chun, his face became much more serious:

"A'an, there's no need to make such a big fanfare. It's enough to open the gym. As long as no one comes looking for trouble, it doesn't matter whether we can have a place in the National Martial Arts Federation."

"No way. The reputation of the martial arts gym is not good, so how can students come here to learn boxing? Senior brother, you don't want to open the gym for more than half a month without being able to recruit even one student, right? Since the gym is open, of course you must take advantage of this opportunity. Make a name for yourself.”

Li An shook his head, and then joked with Sanjiang Shui:
"Didn't Senior Brother say last time that we hope our Bajiquan will have thousands of disciples one day? If we want to recruit so many students, we can't do it without mentioning our reputation."

"this."

After being teased by Li An, San Jiangshui glanced at the master next to him awkwardly, and when the words came to his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

"Senior brother, my recent progress in kung fu has actually been a bit slow. Even if there is no opening of the gym, I am still going to take the time to compete with these masters just like I did in Zhongfang Street."

Li An probably knew what San Jiangshui was thinking, he said with a relaxed expression and a smile.

These words are not to comfort Sanjiang Shui. Seriously speaking, Li An is not a pure martial artist, and his boxing and kicking skills have always been regarded as a means of establishing himself.

And compared to firearms, kung fu has its own limitations, and it doesn't seem that important.

But the pursuit of strength is a gene engraved in the bones of every man.

After all, firearms are foreign objects, and your fists are yours.

His own power fascinates people, so even with Li An's current skills and his strong Qigong Iron Cloth Shirt, there is no problem in defeating one against a hundred without a gunman, but he has no intention of relaxing. Instead, he is somewhat obsessed with the progress of his own kung fu.

Finally, Yixiantian spoke:

"It's not a bad thing to learn more from those masters."

Sanjiangshui heard this and said no more.

At this time, the food was on the table, and Li An took advantage of the situation and said:
"Master, senior brother, let's go have dinner first. I have an appointment with someone to check out the shop. I'll be late later."

After eating, Li An greeted a few people and got up to leave.

In the morning, he came to ask for advice repeatedly. His clothes had long been soaked with sweat, and his body was soaked with sweat. Naturally, he couldn't go to Tsim Sha Tsui like this.

Seeing that it was still early, Li An returned to the walled city to take a shower and change into clean clothes before driving to Guangdong Road.

Li An arrived at Canton Road nearly half an hour earlier than the agreed time, around 1:30 in the afternoon.

In the Yau Tsim Mong area of ​​Kowloon, many streets were renamed in 1904, and a number of streets named after mainland provinces and cities appeared, such as Nanking Street, Gansu Street, Ningpo Street, Hankou Road, Cheung Sha Road, and Canton Road.
The tram with advertising posters sprayed on its body, the old tenement buildings and new high-rise buildings on both sides are scattered in an orderly manner, and Chinese and Western buildings with different styles merge into the unique street scene of Canton Road.

This street, named after the then Governor of Hong Kong, McDonald, and later renamed Canton Road, is a main road in Yau Tsim Mong District. There is a constant flow of people and traffic on the street. The roadside vendors are shouting loudly and there are many shops on both sides.

The Xinmao Building that Lei Luo was talking about was a 12-storey commercial and residential building. In this era of Kowloon, it was already considered a high-rise building.

Li An thought he had arrived early, but when he arrived at the door of Xinmao Building, he found Lardboy waiting there.

At this time, Lardboy also saw him and waved to him: "Hey, Brother An."

Li An walked over, nodded in greeting and said:
"Brother Zai, you're here so early." "No, we just arrived."

Lardboy shook his head and asked with a smile: "Brother An, what do you think of this place?"

"very good."

Li An looked around at the various crowds and nodded in agreement.

Hong Kong has a small amount of land and a large number of people, especially in commercial districts like Tsim Sha Tsui, where the population is very dense. The shops in this section of Canton Road in Tsim Sha Tsui are all prosperous, which makes it difficult to find a shop on the street.

"That's no problem."

Suddenly a smile appeared on Lardboy's face, and he pointed to the coffee shop behind him:
"Brother Luo and Manager Chen are talking about the store inside. I'll take you there."

"it is good."

Li An nodded.

Lardboy took Li An into the coffee and tea shop. Lei Luo and a middle-aged man in a suit were chatting and laughing in a low voice. When he saw Li An walking over, he stood up with a smile and said hello:

"Li An, come here, let me introduce you to you. This is Manager Chen."

Li An smiled politely and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Manager Chen, I am Li An."

Chen Linhai, who was wearing a bow tie, stood up quickly, shook hands with Li An, and said in a polite tone:
"Mr. Li, hello."

"Sit down and talk first."

Lei Luo pulled Li An to sit next to him, then motioned to the waiter on the side to bring two cups of coffee, and then said to Li An:

"Manager Chen is very familiar with Tsim Sha Tsui. He has a lot of shop information on Canton Road and Granville Road. It happens that there are a few shops that meet your requirements, so I asked you to come and take a look."

Li An nodded slightly and hummed.

Chen Linhai took the words and said:

"Inspector Lei has just told me Mr. Li's requirements for the store. As long as Mr. Li likes it, I can try my best to help negotiate the rent."

Hong Kong's dense population supports high rents, and rental houses and shops have become extremely attractive properties. As a result, a group of professional industrial and commercial brokers have been born, specializing in the intermediary sale of rental houses and shops. .

Chen Linhai is also a broker.

Shops in Tsim Sha Tsui are in short supply. Brokers like them, if they have a shop to rent, as long as it is in a better location, they will give priority to introducing it to their acquaintances. But this time when Lei Luo approached him, Chen Linhai did not dare to neglect it at all.

Li An smiled back:

"Then I'll trouble you, Manager Chen."

"Mr. Li is too polite."

Chen Linhai shook his head and continued:
"There happens to be a shop in Xinmao Building. It used to be a tea restaurant. Although the area is only two thousand square feet, it can open up the shop upstairs, which meets Mr. Li's requirements. How about I take Mr. Li to take a look?"

"Okay."

Li An nodded happily.

(End of this chapter)