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Chapter 49 Master Bing, the Murderer Has Been Found! (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
"I went to the dentist. What do you want to eat tonight?" Huang Meizhen pushed open the bedroom door.

"Anything is fine with me!" Chen Wuhong quickly put away the erotic magazine and replied dismissively.

"Then stew chicken for dinner, drink plenty of chicken soup, it'll help you recover quickly!" Huang Meizhen said gently with a smile, then picked up her lunchbox and went out.

As soon as she left, Chen Wuhong's mind started to wander.

He stayed at home for more than a month and his whole body was itchy.

My mom brings her lunch to the dentist every day at noon, usually helps out at the dentist in the afternoon, and then buys groceries in the evening.

It will be at least five o'clock when I get back.

Once this thought took hold, Chen Wuhong felt as if a swarm of ants were crawling inside his stomach, making him unbearably itchy.

He simply put on his clothes and took out a thousand yuan from under the bed.

"I'll play a couple of rounds, then I'll come back."

As Chen Wuhong stepped outside, leaning on his cane, he realized that the weather was starting to get cold.

It was already early January, and the daytime temperature was only in the teens.

For the past month or so, I felt as if I had been cut off from the world.

However, Chen Wuhong didn't feel cold; all he felt now was urgency.

"I haven't gambled in so long, my luck is definitely going to be even better!"

At the entrance of the alley not far from Chen Wujun's house, two henchmen were smoking.

"How long are we supposed to wait? We have nothing to do here every day. Is that guy a dead man? He hasn't come out for so long." One of the henchmen complained irritably. The two of them had been waiting here for ten days, just squatting here every day.

"Don't talk nonsense! I heard that Brother Jun has a gambling addict older brother, it must be him," another henchman reminded him.

"I didn't say anything about Brother Jun!" the first henchman said sullenly, glancing around the alley and nudging his companion with his elbow when he saw Chen Wuhong leaning on his cane.

"Hey, isn't that the cripple over there?"

Upon hearing this, another henchman perked up and took out the photo from his pocket.

"it's him!"

The two henchmen were quite excited; they had finally seen the main character after waiting for so long.

Which leg was it again?

"His right leg is broken, so they hit his left leg!"

The two henchmen squatted at the alley entrance, watching Chen Wuhong limp past with his cane. Then they grabbed a thick piece of wood from behind them, exchanged a glance, and quickly walked over.

Hearing a sound behind him, Chen Wuhong was about to turn around when he was shoved and fell to the ground, his cane flying to the side.

After the two henchmen pushed him aside, they shouted, "Damn it, a cripple like you dares to hit on my wife!"

"I'll break your other leg today."

"Brother, you've mistaken me for someone else, ah—!" Chen Wuhong was terrified when he heard the cursing after falling down, and hurriedly explained.

However, before he could finish explaining, the two men swung wooden blocks at his legs.

"Ah! Big brother, big brother, you've really mistaken me for someone else!" Chen Wuhong cried out in pain, clutching his leg and rolling on the ground.

"You're kidding me!" One of the henchmen slammed another stick into Chen Wuhong's leg.

Then, glancing at Chen Wuhong's face, he said, "Wait a minute, does it seem like I really dialed the wrong number?"

"You've got the wrong guy! It's him!" Another henchman was still swinging a wooden stick, ready to smash him down.

"No, that guy has a mole on his chin, he doesn't!"

"Huh? Now that you mention it, it seems like he really did dial the wrong number... He's just unlucky to have dialed the wrong number! Serves him right, who told him to look so much like that bastard!" The two henchmen discussed as they turned and walked back, disappearing in no time.

Chen Wuhong was left lying on the ground, his face pale with pain, sweat pouring down his forehead, waving his crutch in the air and cursing loudly:
"Fuck your mother! You bastards, go to hell!"

……

Inside the warehouse, Chen Wujun was practicing his mud-walking steps in the sandpit, but his mind was elsewhere.

Walking in this knee-deep sandpit has almost become second nature to me; my body naturally senses the direction in which the sand flows.

"The Tiger Descends the Mountain stance always ignites my bloodlust and fighting spirit. Fortunately, the impact is greatest only the first time. I feel restless if I don't find someone to fight a couple of times."

"After the next few training sessions, although I was still affected, it was not nearly as great as the first time."

"In addition, I've been getting more and more muscular lately, and my family has asked me about it several times."

"There's no way around it. People with great strength are bound to be physically strong. The more developed a person's muscles are, the greater their strength will be. Those new martial arts practitioners are all covered in muscles..."

While I was pondering this, my cell phone rang from inside my clothes next to the sandpit.

Chen Wujun pulled himself up and jumped out of the sandpit, sand scattering all over the ground from his feet.

Not many people know his phone number, and people usually call him for something.

"Brother Jun, it's me, Afei."

"what's up?"

"You've done what you asked me to do! It's the one about breaking the leg you mentioned. The person I arranged saw the target today and broke his good leg." Afei recounted the story.

"I see!"

"How's the gambling den doing lately?" Chen Wujun asked.

It had been a week since he last visited the gambling den, and he felt that things should be looking up there.

"Brother Jun, your idea is absolutely brilliant! The place has been getting busier and busier these past few days, and we've got a lot of gamblers from other places coming too! Yesterday we made a net profit of over 7000 yuan!" Afei shouted loudly on the other end of the phone, giving a thumbs up. Even though Chen Wujun couldn't see it.

Since the job posting was moved here, job seekers have started gathering around the casino.

Many of these people are also gamblers.

Once micro-betting slots were available at the venue, some workers started playing for a bit, and then the news of the rebate vouchers spread.

What is a voucher? It's money.

Although it cannot be exchanged for cash, it is the hope for these gamblers to recoup their losses.

They weren't giving out vouchers, they were giving out hope!
As the news spread, more and more guests arrived at the venue.

Ah Fei thought that in a few more days, the gambling den's daily net profit would reach 1 yuan.

If Chen Wujun only had a powerful background and was good at fighting, that wouldn't be a big deal.

After learning about the gambling den's situation, he quickly came up with an idea, and the place immediately became a hit, which impressed Ah Fei.

Not only him, but even the henchmen in the club admired him.

After all, if the venue is doing well, they also benefit.

"It's good that the event is lively!" Chen Wujun said with a smile. "Let me know if anything comes up."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Wujun clenched his fist.

"I really am a business genius!"

This gambling den's business is not just about his monthly income, but also about people's hearts and his reputation.

If the gambling den is in your own hands but it's deserted every day, what will others think and how will they view it?
Not to mention outsiders, even his own henchmen are listless every day.

Now that the gambling den issue has been resolved, he can finally relax.

"But the eldest brother is a dog that can't change its nature. His leg hasn't fully healed yet, and he wants to go gambling again. This time, at least he'll be able to stay at home for a month or two."

"Once he's almost recovered, we'll arrange for someone to break his legs."

Chen Wujun thought this was fine.

The eldest son no longer needs to be burdened with high-interest loans, and can now stay home every day to take care of his parents, read books, and watch TV.

Everyone is very happy.

The door opened, and Zhou Qing walked in from outside.

"Master!" Chen Wujun immediately threw his phone aside and hurried over.

Zhou Qing glanced at Chen Wujun's figure and knew that he had been working hard these days.

With Zhou Qing's keen eyesight, he could immediately detect even the slightest change in Chen Wujun.

Now Chen Wujun's upper body is gradually taking on a crane-like shape, his latissimus dorsi muscles are getting wider and wider, and his waist and legs are also wider and thicker than before.

These are the changes brought about by the crane-shaped and tiger-shaped stakes.

"Today I will teach you the Spirit Ape Hanging from the Beam. This stance is based on the 'Ape Form' of Tongbei Quan and also incorporates the hanging force of Tai Chi. This stance can stretch tendons and pull out strength, and the power can be transmitted to the four extremities. Once you master this stance, you will have mastered the advanced level of body training."

Upon hearing this, Chen Wujun's eyes revealed undisguised anticipation.

'Just as I expected, the balance of heaviness and lightness, strength and gentleness! Once these four stances are in place, the skill is complete. Next comes the meticulous, persistent practice!'

Although it's a slow and painstaking process, Chen Wujun felt that he learned it quite quickly.

Since he started practicing martial arts, his skills have been progressing rapidly.

It progresses even faster than those who are learning new skills.

He never quite understood why those people couldn't learn it, and why there were so few people learning the old techniques.

……

At a teahouse outside the walled city, Master Bing placed a bag on the table.

"Fifth Uncle, this is your paycheck for this month! It's two million in total, please count it!"

“I told you you didn’t need to do this. I just came to have some tea and chat with you. We’ve known each other for so many years, we don’t talk about money anymore.” The man called Uncle Wu was dressed in a suit and was about the same age as Master Bing.

A moment later, Master Bing and his men personally escorted Uncle Wu downstairs.

Bingye's men were also very respectful. Everyone knew that Uncle Wu was Bingye's main source of funding back then.

It was Uncle Wu who provided the financial support and capital for Master Bing, which enabled Master Bing to make a name for himself.

Over the years, the person Bingye respected the most was his fifth uncle.

Even after so many years, when Uncle Bing had given Uncle Wu dozens or even hundreds of times the return, Uncle Wu said he no longer needed to take any dividends.

However, Uncle Bing still distributed dividends to Uncle Wu every month according to the proportion from that year.

After Uncle Wu left, Master Bing also prepared to leave the teahouse.

A subordinate rushed up to him: "Boss Bing, we've found out!"

"We've found out who did it in the walled city!"

"Who is it? Where is he?" Master Bing suddenly turned his head, his eyes chillingly cold.

　Brothers, please vote for me!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)