Detention center.

Yang Ming looked at everything around him curiously, and smiled bitterly in his heart: "I have lived for more than 20 years but have never been to the bureau. I didn't expect that the first time I entered the bureau was in Xiangjiang in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China... This trip was in vain. After all, I saw the prison in ancient times and regarded it as experiencing life."

Huang Liang saw Yang Ming's kung fu, and he might have suffered a great blow, so he buried himself in the south wall to practice hard.

In the fishing battle, Yang Ming and the other two finally rushed out, but were finally arrested by the police and were unable to escape even if they searched for Kingsoft.

Ip Man apologized to him and said, "Master Jin, I'm sorry to implicate you today."

"It's okay, it's okay. If you hadn't been in the cotton factory back then, you wouldn't know what I'm doing in Xiangjiang now." Kingsoft didn't care.

Ip Man was not good at speaking, nodded slightly, remembered this favor in his heart, and asked again: "Why didn't Master Jin open a martial arts school?"

Jinshan is looking for a complaint: "It's very troublesome to open a martial arts school in Xiangjiang. There are many sects, many masters, and many conditions. There are also Hong Zhennan, who has many brothers, many apprentices, and more money."

Huang Liang said: "So what if it's too much? Look at it, I will definitely take revenge. I smashed his fish stall and poisoned all his fish to death."

Ip Man immediately taught a lesson.

Yang Ming whispered to him: "Some things can only be done but not said, and it will be meaningless to say them."

Huang Liang smiled evilly and agreed very much.

Yeh Man glared at him and said, "A Ming, why did your kung fu suddenly become so powerful?"

"Ha ha."

Yang Ming beat him up and pretended to be stupid: "I don't know what happened. When I was about to take action, I suddenly knew how to fight, and the more I hit him, the easier it was."

"A martial arts genius, I heard that Yang Luyan, the great master of Tai Chi back then, was born as a three-flower gathering. Is this the same thing for you?"

Jinshan looked for praise and said to Ye Wen: "Master Ye, I saw it just now. You are a good disciple. You can open a martial arts school to teach disciples in your kung fu."

Ip Man shook his head and said modestly: "Master Jin has been too rewarded, and Ah Ming is still far from being a master."

Kingsoft looked for it and said, "Master Ye is too strict. I think this kid's level is no worse than that of some boxers in Dongguang. Boy, come on, let's work together."

The slogan of a martial artist. As long as the two shake hands, they can see each other's level. Of course, this is just a test that stops when the point is reached. If you really want to decide the winner, you have to fight to know.

There are great dangers in fighting a martial artist, and any factor can become a negative key. In the world, there are many things that kill the master with random punches.

"Okay, Master Jin, please give me some advice."

As soon as he connected his palms, Yang Ming felt that the big hand that Jinshan was looking for was clamping his palm like steel tongs, making his metacarpal bones clatter.

Jinshan is looking for Northern Fist to practice. It is fierce and much stronger than him. If this continues, his hand bones will be broken.

"ha."

Yang Ming exclaimed lightly, and suddenly exerted force with the technique of inch strength, and two forces, one light and one dark, burst out at the same time.

"hey-hey."

Jinshan laughed, his arms trembled, and a fierce and domineering force shook his inch.

Yang Ming knew something was wrong, so he squeezed forward, took advantage of Wing Chun's close-fitting short-term attacks, and looked for Kingsoft.

"go."

Jinshan asked for a light spit, but he didn't see any movement. He bounced Yang Ming out with a burst of force.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

Yang Ming took three steps in a row before he stopped his body.

Although the kung fu of both of them is at the same level as the boxer, there are also highs and lows in the boxer level. It is obvious that Kingsoft Search belongs to the one with relatively high kung fu among boxers.

Yang Ming is just the most junior boxer.

Dangdangdang...

A policeman knocked the baton on the iron railing and shouted loudly: "What are you making trouble! What are you doing? Do you don't want to go out?"

Kingsoft nodded and said, "Police officer, don't be angry, we're having fun."

Not long after.

The wife of Kingsoft and Ip Man's wife Zhang Yongcheng brought the money to bail them out.

The next day.

Ip Man said that Qingqu Yaxuan accepted the challenge of Xiangjiang boxers. This is the rule to open a martial arts school in Xiangjiang, which is considered a hidden rule in the industry.

Outside the police station.

Fei Bo left the police station and had just turned around and suddenly he was patted on his shoulder.

"It's you! Boy, what are you doing here?"

Fei Bo was startled and turned around, then saw Yang Ming, immediately held the gun in his hand, and said nervously: "Be careful, I sue you for the assault police. Do you want to go in again?"

Yang Ming reached out and copied it. The police gun had already fallen into his palm. After turning it around, he stuffed it back into the holster on Fei Bo's waist. Yang Ming patted Fei Bo's shoulder and smiled and said, "Police officer, don't be nervous. I'll treat you to tea. I wonder if you are interested?"

Fei Bo breathed a sigh of relief, looked at him and said, "Okay."

teahouse.

"Speak up if you have anything."

Fei Bo squeezed into the teahouse, and the chair was unbearable and made a squeaking protest.

"hehe……"

Yang Ming said slowly: "The current foreign police superintendent is a greedy and harsh and arrogant person towards his subordinates. Didn't the police officer think about replacing him?"

Fei Bo said vigilantly: "I don't know what you are talking about?"

Yang Ming glanced at him and smiled, "What do I say about the police officer who should understand, otherwise you wouldn't have collected so much information and insider information from him. Don't be nervous, I support you, because for us, changing someone to be a superintendent is a pro or no disadvantage."

"What do you want to do?"

Fei Bo looked around and whispered: "Foreign people, snakes and rats are in a nest, and they will report these things, and even foreigners will not deal with them."

Yang Ming said: "Police Officer, you are not looking for the right direction. My ancestors once said that water can carry a boat and can also overturn it. Public opinion has unimaginable power, and sometimes they have to compromise. As long as you tell me the inside story and news of the foreign police, I have a way to overthrow him."

Seeing that he was still hesitant, Yang Ming said again: "The situation is already very dangerous. If the ghost head knows that you have something in your hand that can threaten him, you may not see the sun tomorrow... Don't worry, if you leave the things to me, you won't be able to get into trouble."

Fei Bo thought about it secretly and replied: "Okay."

Half an hour later, Fei Bo handed over a file to Yang Ming, which contained some evidence of the crime of evil deeds.

People in this era do not understand information warfare. In the original drama, Fei Bo only knew how to use the power of the newspaper after the newspaper was exposed and the ghost head was criticized by his boss.

After obtaining the file, the system immediately issued a task.

"Plot Mission: Save Hong Zhennan. Reward 200 Enhancement Points."

Hearing the system's voice, Yang Ming's mouth curled up slightly and he thought to himself: "As expected, if you change the plot, the system will automatically generate new tasks."

There is a piece in the system instruction manual: the host changes the plot of the movie and has a certain chance of triggering the plot task.

When Wing Chun Fist reached level 2, Yang Ming tasted the sweetness and started to develop the idea of ​​strengthening points. If you want to get more strengthening points, you can only accomplish more tasks.

This is also the reason why Yang Ming took the initiative to come into contact with Feibo.

In the original drama, Hong Zhennan died in the ring, and there were two culprits. One was the European boxing champion tornado, who was the direct murderer who caused Hong Zhennan to death. The other was the foreign police superintendent, which was his inaction or even deliberately instigated, which indirectly caused Hong Zhennan to die in the ring.

If you want to change the ending of Hong Zhennan, the first thing you need to eliminate is the foreign police superintendent. His approach is the same as in the original drama. He used newspaper exposure to get the foreigners to remove him from his post and sent him back to China, but he was just a little earlier in time.

Chinese Daily.

"A Ming, are you doing well with Master Ye?" Liang Gen asked.

"Thank you for your concern, thanks to Uncle Gen's introduction." Yang Ming said.

"We are all fellow villagers, so we should help each other." Liang Gen saw Yang Ming holding a file folder in his hand and asked, "A Ming, what's wrong with you?"

"Uncle Gen, I would like to ask you to help report these news." Yang Ming handed over the document to Liang Gen.

"What's this?"

Liang Gen opened the file and looked at it, his eyes lit up.

"Ha, it's great. I've heard that those foreigners discriminate against Chinese people and act badly, but there's no definite news. A Ming, you're here so well. The foreign police superintendent bullies local martial artists. This is a big news. Even if you don't say it, I will definitely report it."

"Haha, then I'll trouble Uncle Gen." Yang Ming said.

"Don't worry, tomorrow, I will let everyone in Xiangjiang see this report." Liang Gen said.

After the explanation, Yang Ming returned to the rooftop "Martial Arts Hall".

As soon as he walked to the community, he found that there were suddenly many second-rate young people on the street, and some of them had a familiar face.

"It's them." Yang Ming suddenly remembered that he had seen these people in the fish stall.

There was a noise coming from the front.

"Where do you go?" Zheng Weiji and a few people stopped the two young men and shouted impatiently.

Two years of young men held the newspaper in their hands and said, "Learn Wing Chun."

"Learn from Wing Chun? There is no spring here!" Zheng Weiji said.

“There is something in the newspaper.”
To be continued...