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

Chapter 4 Management Fees, Barbershops, Yixiantian
If you want to verify whether Kung Fu can be skilled, you need to consider learning boxing.

They are all adults, so it is not that simple to think about things.

When I was a kid, I watched Journey to the West just for fun, but when I grow up, I watch Journey to the West for fun. Every time a monster appears that Sun Wukong can't deal with, it's so and so's mount.

The metaphor is not very appropriate, but it illustrates a problem.

Context matters!
The same is true for learning boxing.

The master is famous and powerful, so the voice of being an apprentice is naturally loud.

Of course, it does not mean that it is unrealistic to rely on the master to become famous.

There is a saying that it is good to enjoy the shade under a big tree.

Ang Li doesn't need fame either, what he needs is a big tree!
A big tree that can enjoy the shade!

"Ip Man? Zhang Tianzhi?"

Influenced by the movie, Ip Man or Zhang Tianzhi first came to Ang Lee's mind.

After thinking for a moment, Li An still denied it.

Ip Man, the Wing Chun master, even made headlines in newspapers. He was so famous that he was at the height of his popularity.

But at this time, Ye Wen's wife is seriously ill, and there is little hope for him to become a teacher.

As for Zhang Tianzhi, after losing a move to Ip Man, he closed the shop. He had a knot in his mind and even decided not to practice Wing Chun anymore. Naturally, there was no chance of becoming a disciple.

Li An frowned slightly, recalling the memory of the original owner carefully, passing through many useless memories, which really made him discover something.

In Yau Ma Tei, there is a barber shop three doors away from Fuyuan Restaurant. The boss is very good at kung fu, and there are some young people learning boxing.

Hidden in the city!
Fuyuan Restaurant has to pay military uniforms, plain clothes, the Department of Health, and clubs every month.

But the barber shop that is almost adjacent to the restaurant never seems to be visited by anyone.

Even if there are unsighted societies that go to cause trouble, they are often thrown out.

"Take a rest for two days, and go see the injury on your head when it gets better."

With the plan in mind, Li An's nerves that had been tense all day relaxed and he just tidied up a little and covered his head before going to sleep.

The next day, Li An was woken up by a loud knock on the door.

Opening the door, he glanced at the three people outside, and Li An shouted at the man in front of him.

"So early? Brother Ten!"

Brother Ten said blankly:
"It's the end of the month and it's time to pay this month's management fee."

Of course, what the other party calls management fees is actually protection fees.

"it is good."

Li An turned and walked back to the bed, grabbed more than 50 yuan under the pillow, took a one-yuan coin, and stuffed the rest of the money into his trouser pocket.

Just about to hand over a dollar.

"From this month onwards, the management fee will be two yuan a month."

Brother Ten said again.

The man called Brother Ten was probably in his 30s, with a big nose and a fleshy face, looking a little vicious.

I thought this face was a bit cute when I was watching a movie before.

Now Li An just wants to step on the other person's face with the sole of his shoe.

". Two yuan, here."

"Ok!"

Brother Ten nodded and led the two of them towards the next house.

From time to time, Brother Ten's lowered voice could be heard.

"Those who have just arrived and don't want to pay, please deal with it."

"Since Uncle Ji asked the Ma brothers to participate in the Zihua stall, several stalls have made huge losses, and the brothers are almost drinking the northwest wind."

"After collecting the money, you two have someone to investigate those two boys carefully. I want to see if it is the ghosts of these two brothers."

"Grass!"

Li An cursed softly.

Management fee, poor guy, Guili Huang... this world...

Originally, he wanted to heal his injury for two days before going to learn boxing, but now he doesn't want to wait a day anymore.

The most urgent thing is to let yourself have the means of self-defense to gain a foothold.
When Ang Lee used to work in a restaurant, the guests in the restaurant would sum it up in one sentence when talking about martial arts:

"A row makes a market, and there are more martial arts schools than rice shops!"

In the 60 years of Hong Kong, along with the golden age of martial arts movies, countless young people have thrown themselves into the arena.

There are more than [-] martial arts gyms, and tens of thousands of people practice martial arts.

Yau Ma Tei and Mong Kok are the places with the most martial arts gyms.

The hotels, restaurants, teahouses, and martial arts halls on the street are overwhelming, and occasionally one or two karate gyms can be seen.

Walking to the middle of Nanjing Street, Li An finally stopped in front of a two-story arcade.

The signboard on the door has experienced many years, and the white background on it has experienced the baptism of rain and years, and it is a little yellow.

White Rose Barbershop!

The signboard with obvious old Shanghai beach style seems to be incompatible with the Hong Kong style of the whole street.

Li An always felt that the signboard of the barber shop was somewhat familiar.

Push the door in.

Perhaps because of the morning, there were no customers in the store. The two rows of lounge chairs in front of the mirror were empty. The record player placed on the cabinet in the corner was turned on. Cantonese opera with a distinct sea salt accent came from the trumpet-shaped brass loudspeaker.

Ang Lee came in just in time for the beginning.

"The friendship is stronger, the wind of love is early, the chest is full of love, and the dream is thicker with flowers and pottery in hand"

"Do you understand this play?"

The voice was calm, as if the person speaking had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

"I haven't listened to much drama, and I don't understand much."

Li An, who was originally facing the record player, turned to look at the person who asked the question.

In his fifties, his cheeks were thin, his temples were a little pale, his hairline was receding and his hair was combed back, he was wearing a white coat, and there were six small red characters of "White Rose Barbershop" printed on his left chest.

Well, looks a bit like Zhang Zhen. If the hairline was a little lower and younger, it would be more similar.

Li An looked at the person in front of him, as if he had thought of something.

Looks like Zhang Zhen?White Rose Barber Salon with old Shanghai style?Good kung fu?

A hybrid of the prototype Li Shuwen and his disciple Liu Yunqiao?

The Bajiquan master of a generation of masters is the sky!

Li An originally only planned to come and have a look, but unexpectedly met the real god.

Yi Yitian looked at Li An intently, and his eyes that seemed to be covered with dust suddenly brightened.

"you know me?"

Li An was taken aback.

"I don't know you, I just heard about you."

Yi Yitian was noncommittal, still looking at Li An.

".yes?"

I was careless. Thinking of Yixiantian's identity in The Grandmaster, Li An's heart skipped a beat and explained:
"I have worked as a handyman at Fuyuan Restaurant for six or seven years, so I have heard of you. Today I met you for the first time, and I just discovered that you look similar to an uncle from the same village named Zhang Zhen who I had when I was a child in mainland China."

"Before?"

"Yesterday, I was injured by Guili Huang's men and was fired by my boss."

"Oh, you are the restaurant guy who was sent to the hospital yesterday?"

"Ah."

Seeing Li An nod, Xianxian Tian glanced at the gauze on his head, pulled out the chair in front of the mirror and sat on it.

"If you want to cut your hair, wait until the injury on your head is healed before doing it again."

Li An stepped forward and said seriously:

"Master, I'm not here to cut my hair, I'm here to learn boxing from you."

"Learning boxing?" Yi Yitian's tone was quite sharp, "Avenge Guilihuang after learning?"

Li An pursed his lips, "Stop fighting for martial arts, I only learn boxing for self-defense."

"Stop fighting with fighting?"

Yi Xian Tian chuckled and seemed to disagree.

"Six feet is a step, half a step is a weapon? Or be fierce and fierce? Hehe!"

Li An remained silent this time.

Regardless of right and wrong.

For a rule-abiding person like Ye Wen, it is right to stop fighting with fighting.

But for people like Zhang Tianzhi and Yi Yitian, it's a bit too much to stop fighting and fight for martial arts. Fighting fiercely is the normal state of martial arts practitioners.

Yixiantian looked at Li An's eyes carefully.

"You can learn boxing, but I have a rule in teaching boxing."

"What rules?"

(End of this chapter)