The Republic of China: From Storyteller to God

Both Tianjin and Guangzhou are located on the coast, but their cuisines are quite different.

Although both rely on the sea for their livelihood, Tianjin cuisine tends to be salty and savory, while Cantonese cuisine emphasizes freshness and sweetness, each with its own unique flavor.

The snacks that A-Wu bought, although they were all made by street vendors, tasted pretty good.

The wontons were delicious, the noodles were crisp and springy, the char siu was half lean and half fatty, and the roast goose thigh was fragrant and flavorful.

Although the oyster omelet doesn't have the same wok hei (wok aroma) as when it's fresh out of the wok, the oysters are still tender and smooth.

Liu Che slowly finished the fried oysters before instructing A Wu: "Starting tomorrow, you need to find out where the local oysters are sourced from and what oyster farms are nearby."

It would be best to go to the oyster beds and ask the oyster farmers about recent changes in oyster yields and the reasons for the price increase of oysters.

A-Wu hesitated for a moment: "As an outsider, wouldn't it arouse suspicion if I went to a local to ask about these things?"

Liu Che had already considered this issue: "Just say that we are from out of town doing business, planning to sell oysters, and are checking out the sources of supply."

Once the supply stabilizes, we will purchase in large quantities.

Will they believe it?

A-Wu was still somewhat worried.

"Of course I'll believe it."

Liu Che smiled slightly: "Because we really want to do this business."

"real?"

A-Wu's curiosity was piqued: "Shall we make oyster omelets too?"

"no."

Just as Liu Che was about to explain, he glanced out the window and stood up: "It can't be explained in a few words. You'll understand later."

As he spoke, he went to the window and looked in the direction of Po Chi Lam.

A middle-aged man leading a horse walked towards Po Chi Lam with very steady steps.

The vendors on both sides of the street greeted him when they saw him, and he smiled and responded to each one.

He was followed by four or five strong young men, their steps steady, just like the middle-aged man in front of him.

Even though they were separated by a street, Liu Che recognized him.

The middle-aged man leading the horse was none other than Wong Fei-hung.

Only the hard-hitting, solid lower body techniques of Hung Kuen can cultivate such a steady footwork.

Back at the entrance of Po Chi Lam, Wong Fei-hung handed the horse to the men behind him and went inside.

Liu Che didn't rush off. He returned to the table, finished his meal, drank a cup of hot tea, and told A Wu to stay in the room and not wander around before slowly going downstairs.

Walking along the street corner toward Po Chi Lam, he took out a pocket watch from his pocket and glanced at the time.

It was exactly a quarter past nine.

He put the pocket watch into his pocket and continued walking, but his pace slowed slightly.

At the entrance of Po Chi Lam, two rickshaws were parked one after the other.

Along both sides of the street, several nimble men quickly dispersed and came to the stalls on both sides, some sitting and some standing, forming a protective circle.

At this moment, the people in the rickshaw got off and quickly went inside.

The man was wearing a suit, was not tall, and wore a wide-brimmed hat, so Liu Che couldn't see his face clearly.

But the men guarding him were clearly quite skilled.

Judging from their habitual sideways posture, they must all be masters of Choy Li Fut Kung Fu.

Who was the person who went in?

After a moment's thought, Liu Che continued walking towards Baozhilin.

As he approached the entrance of Po Chi Lam, the male guards around him all turned their attention to him.

The two men sitting in front of the rice noodle stall stared at Liu Che and talked in hushed tones.

"Fourth Brother, that person is a bit strange. He doesn't seem to know any martial arts, but the way he walks doesn't seem right either."

"It's a bit strange. His steps seem unsteady, like he's been riding a horse, but they're also limp... It's so weird."

Their gazes were fixed on Liu Che's feet, growing increasingly puzzled with each passing moment.

Anyone who has practiced martial arts knows that power originates from the ground. You can tell if someone is skilled by looking at their feet.

The horse stance is the foundation of boxing practice. A person with skill can be seen from their standing posture and walking posture.

The young man in the light blue robe seemed to exert a special force with every step he took.

Upon closer inspection, however, one cannot discern any clues; it appears to be an ordinary person who knows no kung fu at all.

This strange sight left them completely bewildered.

Finally, the slightly younger man couldn't hold back any longer and got up to follow.

He quickly approached Liu Che from behind, patted Liu Che's shoulder, and called out, "Brother..."

He was deliberately testing him; the speed of his palm strike was not slow.

But just as his hand was about to touch Liu Che's shoulder, he was suddenly startled for no reason.

In his eyes, Liu Che before him seemed to have transformed into a tiger that was lazily walking forward.

He had a premonition.

If he actually slaps his hand down, the tiger will turn around and bite off his head!

Swish!

As if he were about to touch a red-hot iron furnace, he abruptly withdrew his hand.

His steps continued forward due to inertia, but he abruptly stopped, forcefully leaping backward and stumbling back several steps.

He only stopped walking when he bumped into his fourth brother behind him and had his lower back supported.

"What's wrong, Ah Cheng?"

Fourth Brother helped him steady himself and asked him with a puzzled look.

In his eyes, the kid went up to pat someone on the shoulder, but before he could even touch them, he seemed to be frightened and backed away.

The man called Acheng's heart pounded as he looked at Liu Che with suspicion and uncertainty.

Liu Che had stopped and turned to look at the two of them, smiling as he asked, "Brothers, is there something you need?"

Ah Cheng didn't answer, but instead whispered to his fourth brother beside him, "Fourth brother, did he just make a move?"

"Make a move?"

Fourth Brother glanced at Liu Che, even more puzzled: "Acheng, what's wrong with you today? He didn't even move."

No movement?

Acheng was stunned.

He recalled what had just happened, but suddenly realized that the other party really didn't seem to have moved at all from beginning to end.

But what was that dangerous feeling I just felt?

Even with his master, he had never felt that extreme danger.

It was as if he was facing not one person.

It was a ferocious beast!

However, when he looked at the guy in front of him again, he couldn't see anything wrong with him at all.

This guy looks rather thin and doesn't seem to know any kung fu at all.

How could someone like that give him that feeling?

"Ah Cheng, what's wrong?"

The men who were hiding nearby also noticed the situation and gathered around.

Passing Ah Cheng, Fourth Brother arrived in front of Liu Che, looked him up and down, and asked with clasped hands, "Young brother, what brings you to Baozhilin?"

As he cupped his hands in greeting, his body remained turned to the side, with his right foot forward and his left foot back.

This is the starting stance of the Choy Li Fut style, which can be changed to a side step to cut into the opponent's flank, or to twist the waist and turn the hips to deliver a powerful punch. It is the most standard defensive stance in Choy Li Fut.

Although he didn't know why Ah Cheng acted that way, he still became wary of Liu Che, who seemed to know no martial arts.

Ah Cheng was also one of the top rising stars in the entire Hong Sheng Hall.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been chosen to protect the Assistant Minister.

He was able to force Ah Cheng to retreat without even making a move.

This guy in front of me is definitely not simple.

Glancing at his stance as he turned to ride, Liu Che smiled faintly, cupped his hands, and said, "Brothers, I've come to visit Master Huang Feihong. I greeted Master Huang's esteemed disciple this afternoon."

As he spoke, he nodded slightly to the still-shaken A-Cheng.

In his previous life, his martial arts foundation was Bajiquan, and his best move was "Tiger Climbing the Mountain," which was known for its fierceness.

Although he no longer possesses the martial arts skills he once had in this life, the essence of his fist techniques honed in his previous life remains.

This Cai Li Fo boxer was quite skilled, but he was still instantly frightened and forced to retreat when faced with the martial arts master's level of fist intent.

"Looking for Master Huang?"

Fourth Brother felt slightly relieved after hearing from Liu Che that he had spoken to him that afternoon.

If someone had ulterior motives, they certainly wouldn't use such an easily exposed excuse.

"Seventh Brother".

He gestured to one of the guards who had surrounded him: "Go ask Master Huang. Tell him someone is looking for him outside. We spoke to him this afternoon and asked if he had heard anything about it."