My Years as a Copyist in Taiwan

Brother Deng's little house is very ordinary, but it has a yard, and it is kept quite clean.

Upon seeing Wu Deng lead Zhao Wen into the courtyard, Ding Qing quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Mr. Snail, I've long admired you. Your 'Those Years' is full of passion, and your 'Spirited Away' is full of imagination. Meeting you today, I can confirm that you are indeed a man of great talent."

"Of course! 'Exceptional talent' is no longer enough to describe Awen; 'a meteoric rise' doesn't even begin to describe him. Awen is currently at the peak of his career, like..."

Zhao Wen's eyes twitched slightly. "You two are using idioms one after another. Who taught whom? Who learned from whom? Brother Deng, you didn't also become a disciple of Master Gu, did you? Are you from the same school?"

If Ding Qing, you didn't laugh, how perfectly you would match the image of the little yellow dragon in my mind!

Moreover, the novels "Midnight Orchid" and "Flying Dagger, Another Flying Dagger," which are later recognized as being written by you, are being serialized at this time. Is it really okay for you to play the idiom chain game so casually?

Despite being slightly disappointed by Ding Qing's composure, Zhao Wen still warmly shook hands with him, after all, this was a kind of sentimental connection.

Fish was being fried in the kitchen, and the aroma immediately whetted Zhao Wen's appetite. His eyes involuntarily turned towards the direction from which the aroma was coming.

"A three-pound live chub, killed by Ah Rong himself! What do you think, Ah Wen? Who can eat this?"

Zhao Wenfa has been making a fortune for almost a year now, and of course he has tasted all sorts of exotic delicacies from the island of Taiwan. In this year, it is truly a story like a fairy tale to transport a three-pound chub alive to Taipei.

"Brother Deng, that's absolutely awesome! I've only ever eaten about a pound of that before, and it was always frozen."

Zhao Wen didn't glance into the kitchen again, but someone came out of the kitchen.

"Ah Rong, this is my good brother, Ah Wen!"

The person who came out of the kitchen had his hands loosely raised, his eyes gleaming, but he made no move to shake hands with Zhao Wen.

"My name is Liu Huanrong. I've heard so much about you, Mr. Snail."

"...Brother Rong, just call me Wen. Are you cooking?!"

"Okay! Wen, I'll wash my hands first." Rong Ge nodded and waved his hand.

Liu Huanrong!

Liu Huanrong's hands and face were stained with blood from killing fish. Under the light, Brother Rong gradually overlapped with the Chen Guilin in Zhao Wen's memory...

Yes, that's the same person, Chen Guilin from "Zhou Chu Eliminates Three Evils" and Xiao Zhuang, the assassin from "The Killer".

Brother Rong is even more handsome than Ruan Jintian and cooler than Chow Yun-fat. His real-life experiences are ten times more brutal than those two movies!

The film has been artistically adapted, hiding all the content that might frighten children...

In his previous life, Zhao Wen read about Rong Ge's life story on the internet as if it were a legendary novel.

It has to be said that the "landlubber" is really incredibly awesome. All the ruthless people under his command are top-level, and they are also extremely loyal to him. How did he manage to do that?

Zhao Wen wasn't surprised at all that Liu Huanrong could appear in public so openly, because all of Liu Huanrong's business dealings were guaranteed to be successful; if the public didn't complain, the authorities wouldn't investigate.

This is amazing all over the world, even Khun Sa, several countries have issued arrest warrants for him this year!

Rong Ge went to wash his hands. The small fish needs to be pan-fried over low heat. The cook can handle the rest of the work.

Chen Erfeng's attention had been focused on Ding Qing. Ding Qing had thick calluses on his hands and knuckles, but his lower body was weak, clearly indicating he was an ordinary martial artist who had endured hardship. This greatly disappointed Chen Erfeng, who had genuinely believed that Gu Long, the great martial artist, was a master...

But as soon as Liu Huanrong came out of the kitchen, Chen Erfeng's gaze fell on him, and her eyes lit up.

After Liu Huanrong washed his hands, lit a cigarette, and sat down at the large octagonal table to exchange pleasantries with Zhao Wen, his silly aunt, who never cared about the occasion, leaned in and asked, "You know kung fu?"

Liu Huanrong was reaching for his teacup when he heard this, paused for a moment, and then laughed: "It's not some proper martial art, just something I've practiced haphazardly since I was little. It's good for self-defense. How did Aunt Feng figure that out?"

When Rong Ge heard Deng Ge calling Chen Erfeng "Aunt Feng," he naturally had to follow suit. After all, following anyone else might be wrong, but Deng Ge would never be wrong.

"Even if you keep practicing haphazardly, there'll still be some kind of style." Chen Erfeng leaned forward slightly. "What kind of boxing are you practicing?"

"...Cambodia, you know? I received some basic training there for a while. My instructor was Thai."

Zhao Wen knew perfectly well that this was no ordinary training. Would your ordinary training include guerrilla warfare, firearms, and stealth?

As soon as Rong Ge finished speaking, Chen Erfeng stood up and cupped her hands in a gesture of respect to him: "Shall we lend a hand?"

Zhao Wen's eyes twitched wildly as he stood nearby, and he immediately covered his face with his hand: "Aunt Feng, it can't be that bad, it can't be that bad..."

Caught off guard by Chen Erfeng's direct approach, Rong Ge turned to look at Deng Ge, then at Zhao Wen, his eyes filled with inquiry.

Wu Deng smiled and raised her chin: "Arong, I bet you can't beat Aunt Feng."

Liu Huanrong was actually a warmonger. Seeing Deng Ge looking at him with amusement, and seeing that the fanaticism in Chen Erfeng's eyes seemed genuine, he clenched his fists a few times, went to the kitchen and took a long, thin carrot: "I'm good with knives, so this will do."

No matter how skilled you are in martial arts, you're still afraid of a kitchen knife. This saying isn't just empty talk. Chen Erfeng's expression was very serious. She was treating that radish as a real knife.

The courtyard was spacious enough. Rong Ge held the dagger in reverse... Luo Bo, slightly bowing, with sharp eyes, confronted the silly aunt.

Real-life knife fighting and the fancy stabbing exchanges in movies are two completely different worlds. Life and death are decided in seconds, there's zero room for error, it's ruthless and direct—it's either you or me.

So a few seconds later, seeing that her single whip hook and wrist-entanglement technique had failed to disarm Liu Huanrong, Auntie Si took advantage of the situation to grab his wrist and sink him down, delivering a quick back strike, and Liu Huanrong fell to the corner of the wall.

Although Liu Huanrong fell to the ground, he was not injured at all, and the carrot was not broken.

Rong Ge rolled over with incredible speed, and his right hand suddenly shot out in a bizarre manner, the tip of his radish pointing directly at Chen Erfeng's waist above her hip bone. If this were an ordinary martial artist, this move would be fatal.

Chen Erfeng exclaimed "Eh!" and instead of retreating, she advanced. Her left leg swung outward, and her right hand quickly reached for Liu Huanrong's neck. With a gentle pinch, she leaped two meters away like a praying mantis and stood still.

...

"This isn't kung fu, it's a killing technique!" Auntie Silly pouted, thinking and judging at the same time.

Wu Deng and Ding Qing were mesmerized, their mouths agape. This was so different from filming; they would miss so many shots if they blinked!

Now, Brother Deng finally understands why those eleven idiots were inexplicably beaten black and blue. It's just like an adult beating a child!

And Ah Wen, what kind of evil intentions did you have when you made me fight Aunt Feng one-on-one that day?

When Chen Erfeng gently gripped Liu Huanrong's neck, a sense of impending death rose within him. Only when Chen Erfeng jumped away did he feel as if he were a fish returning to water, regaining his life.

He grew up being beaten, more often than he was the one beating others, until he started training...