The arrogance started from Chinatown

Chapter 36: Train your eyes first when traveling in the world

Chen Zhengwei added the mastery skill point to Sanda without much thought.

As Sanda LV3 turned into Sanda (Refined) LV4, a large number of related memories emerged in Chen Zhengwei's mind, including fighting methods, wrestling methods... the power of punches, fighting techniques...

There is also a lot of experience in ring and street fighting.

It was as if he had fought countless battles in the ring and on the streets, and after countless trials and tribulations, his Sanda moves had almost become instinct.

At the same time, he felt itchy in his fists, forearms, calves, ankles, and insteps.

It took Chen Zhengwei some time to sort out the various memories and experiences that emerged in his mind.

After a while, Chen Zhengwei opened his eyes with a gleam in his eyes. He waved his fists twice casually, and he could feel the changes in himself.

There is almost a chasm between LV4 and LV3, a gap as different as heaven and earth.

Chen Zhengwei felt that he could now fight with that old man Mr. Lin.

When he looked at the system panel again, he was slightly stunned.

I saw that there was an extra skill next to Sanda (Fine) LV4, Hardness LV1, and there was no + sign next to this skill, which obviously could not be directly upgraded through skill points.

"What is this?" Chen Zhengwei studied it briefly and discovered the changes in himself.

My fists, arms, shin bones, ankles and insteps have all become much stronger.

People who practice Kung Fu have some differences between normal people and them. For example, people who practice Tongbeiquan have arms that are much harder than that of normal people, like a piece of wood. When ordinary people touch them with their arms, it is like being hit by a stick and the pain is unbearable.

Just like Muay Thai fighters hit trees and wooden stakes every day, the hardness of their fists, arms, insteps and legs is much greater than that of ordinary people, and even the density of their leg bones is much greater than that of ordinary people.

Other Kung Fu also have related training contents.

However, it was different for Chen Zhengwei who relied on adding points to improve. Although he would gain a large amount of memory and experience every time, as if they were gained through his own hard training, his body did not undergo the changes that came from hard training.

So recently he has been using his legs more often when hitting people, and rarely using his fists.

Now his strength far exceeded that of an ordinary person, but he had never practiced striking. Without protection, if he punched someone's skull or jaw with his fist, he might break his own finger bones.

I didn't expect that after reaching proficiency in Sanda, I would actually gain Hardness Level 1, causing changes in my body.

Chen Zhengwei hit the wall with two jabs and a backhand punch. The wall made a banging sound, and the pain in his fist was indeed reduced a lot.

It was indeed a pleasant surprise.

But Chen Zhengwei unzipped his pants and looked down: "It would be great if I could get hard here!"

Now there are only two ordinary skill points left, so I directly added one point to shooting. Immediately, countless memories about shooting flowed into my mind, and my shooting feel also improved a lot.

The remaining skill point will be kept for now, to be added to English or the stance training of Cailifoquan. Unfortunately, he has not yet mastered the stance training skill.

The 0.1 attribute is added to flexibility.

Chen Zhengwei:
Strength: 1.5/1.5
Flexible: 1.4/1.4
Physique: 1.4/1.4
Skills: Sanda (fine) LV4, Toughness LV1, Shooting LV2, English LV1.

Chen Zhengwei familiarized himself with the changes in his body, especially practicing some basic Sanda punches and kicks, before going to bed.

After only a few hours of sleep, Chen Zhengwei got up and pulled Qiao Niang and Chen Zhengwu out of bed.

It’s not a good idea to keep these two little guys at home all the time.

Chinese children were not allowed to go to the same school as white children, so Chinese children had almost no chance to go to school. They either attended private schools in Chinatown or had someone teach them at home.

There are only tens of thousands of people in Chinatown, not many children, and only one private school.

He planned to send the two men to a martial arts school and then find a teacher to teach them calligraphy later.

Education is almost engraved in the genes of every modern person.

"Brother, so early?" Qiao Niang and Chen Zhengwu yawned and got up from the ground. They were really thrown directly from the bed to the ground by Chen Zhengwei.

"Wash yourself up, put on your clothes, and I'll take you to find a teacher!"

Chen Zhengwei yawned and said that not only did he bring two burdens with him, but he also had to wake them up.

He even considered whether to find a nanny.

It’s just that it’s not easy to find a nanny.

"Teacher? Do you want to learn calligraphy?" Chen Zhengwu's eyes lit up. He usually didn't talk much and was a little listless, but he was very interested in learning calligraphy.

Unfortunately, I never had the chance.

"Yes, learn martial arts! There will be plenty of opportunities after learning calligraphy!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"That's great, I want to learn it!" Chen Qiaoniang immediately became happy!

Instead, Chen Zhengwu became depressed again.

Chen Zhengwei felt that the personalities of these two people could be swapped.

Then he took the two of them out and headed straight for the martial arts gym.

"Mr. Lin!" Chen Zhengwei laughed as he entered the martial arts gym.

Although he learned martial arts from Lin Mingsheng, like most of his disciples, he did not actually become a disciple.

Lin Mingsheng doesn't accept just anyone. You have to make a name for yourself in the martial arts school. Only then will he accept you as his disciple if he thinks you are qualified.

Otherwise, if he doesn't make any name for himself and ends up causing trouble outside, that would ruin his reputation.

Lin Mingsheng originally wanted to say something to Chen Zhengwei, but he noticed Chen Zhengwei's figure first.

After just one day's absence, Chen Zhengwei seemed to have grown a little stronger and taller, his eyes were more lively, and even his walking posture had changed a little, as if some kung fu skills had been ingrained into his bones.

He looked Chen Zhengwei up and down for several times, and then he noticed that there were two children behind Chen Zhengwei. "What's going on?"

"My younger sister and younger brother, I plan to let them learn martial arts from Mr. Lin here!" said Chen Zhengwei.

"Mr. Lin!" Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu said respectfully.

Lin Mingsheng frowned. He didn't accept female disciples. But after thinking about it, he didn't refuse.

"Then stay! Come here, I have something to ask you!" Lin Mingsheng called Chen Zhengwei into the house.

The moment he entered the room, Lin Mingsheng turned his feet and swung his arm from the bottom to the top like an iron whip. There was a loud bang in the air, just like the tip of a whip hitting the air, the sound was crisp and loud.

Chen Zhengwei was startled and jumped away, and lashed at Lin Mingsheng's temple with his hand like an iron whip. The air also made a loud noise, but not as crisp as Lin Mingsheng's.

However, Lin Mingsheng had already retreated and did not make any further move. He looked Chen Zhengwei up and down with a strange look.

How could there be such a big change in just one day?

Lin Mingsheng couldn't figure it out, but the reason he asked Chen Zhengwei to come over was another matter.

"Did you do that over on Sullivan Street?"

Yesterday, he heard from those who were treating the injured that he was beaten by a group of strangers wearing black suits, white shirts and bowler hats. Only then did he realize that it was Chen Zhengwei.

Because when Chen Zhengwei came to learn martial arts these two days, there were people dressed like this waiting at the door of the martial arts gym. He had seen it twice.

"Yes!" Chen Zhengwei looked as if it was a matter of course and didn't take it seriously at all.

"What do you want to do?" Lin Mingsheng asked after sitting on the chair with an expressionless face.

"The Chinese are suffering here, even worse than dogs. We need a strong person to bring all the Chinese together, with one voice, so that those foreigners will listen to us!"

Chen Zhengwei sat on the chair, crossed his legs, and opened his hands.
"No one is better suited than me! No one knows how America works better than me, and no one knows how the world will develop better than me."

"Only I can lead the Chinese to take root in the United States!"

"You've only been here for a few days, and you're so brazen as to speak so arrogantly?" Lin Mingsheng said indifferently.

Chen Zhengwei didn't take it seriously and just smiled and said, "The United States and the Qing Dynasty are different. From the way of thinking to the structure, they are completely different."

"You are old and can't keep up with the times."

"What do you want to do? Just rely on fighting and killing? What's the difference between you and those gangs?" Lin Mingsheng asked.

"Why are you so concerned about this?" Chen Zhengwei didn't answer, but looked at him with a smile. "Want to help me?"

Lin Mingsheng snorted coldly and drove him out.

"You can go stand still now."

Chen Zhengwei laughed and left carelessly.

Lin Mingsheng pondered for a long time in the room. When he went outside and saw Chen Zhengwei really standing still, he said, "From today on, when you stand still, look at the blue bricks on the ground, the wall opposite, and the tiles on the roof."

“Take a quick look and see how much you can remember, then close your eyes and think about it, then take another look to compare.”

"What?" Chen Zhengwei asked in surprise.

"Train your eyes! When traveling in the martial arts world, not only martial artists, but even thieves need to train their eyes. With just a glance, you can tell where valuables are, who has money, and where it is."

"Firearms are very powerful here. If you can train your eyes well, you can see the details of everyone on the street at a glance. This is what we call being able to see the smallest details. If someone pulls out a gun, you will be able to see it, and at least you won't be shot to death!"

"Training your eyes needs to be done gradually. Bring me fifty dollars later and I'll prescribe some medicine for you. You need to wash your eyes every day."

Lin Mingsheng said this expressionlessly and left, calling Chen Qiaoniang and Chen Zhengwu aside to question them.

Chen Zhengwei looked at Lin Mingsheng in surprise. This old guy is quite interesting!

And you really have to teach yourself good things.

Apart from anything else, Lin Mingsheng's kung fu is really amazing, beyond his understanding of martial arts.

He was already very old, but his attacks were frighteningly ferocious. It was the first time he had seen someone who could make a sound like a whip and whose body was extremely flexible.

Chen Zhengwei naturally had no reason to object.

……

Li Xiwen also came to the martial arts gym, but he was in a very low mood and looked worried.

Chen Zhengwei asked during a break: "You look so bad, is someone dead?"

When talking about this, Li Xiwen burst into tears. He had been an apprentice in the kitchen of Huixianlou for two years and was fired yesterday.

He didn't even know how to explain to his father when he got back.

At the beginning, his father took a lot of effort to send him to the kitchen of Huixianlou.

Chen Zhengwei asked a few questions and understood the situation.

"What's the future of being a chef? How much can you make in a month? 20 yuan? Or 30 yuan? If you follow me and do business in the future, you can make more in a month than you do in a year. Wherever you go, people will call you Mr. Li. That's what it means to bring honor to your family!"

After saying this, Li Xiwen still wanted to cry, but he felt better after all.

The other brothers who were listening at the side were all a little tempted: "Brother Chen, what kind of business can make so much money?"

"Are you attracted?" Chen Zhengwei said with a smile. "If you are, come to my place. I promise you will have delicious food and drinks, and you will have a girlfriend to sleep with every day!"

The others were still undecided, but Chen Zhengwei was not in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)