bookbashuk Chapter 36 Newspaper
Chapter 36 Newspaper
Hong Zhennan sat in the main seat, his eyes seemingly shrouded in gloom.
My junior brother lost...
He still lost to a young man who used Hung Kuen!
As Zhou Dingbang's senior brother, Hong Zhennan was certainly aware of his kung fu skills.
As the old master's last disciple, he only lacked some martial arts experience compared to himself, but he was in his prime and his physique was already well-developed.
However, he has now lost to a more arrogant young man!
Just how much explosive power is hidden beneath that thin clothing?
Hong Zhennan stood up from the main seat with a sullen face, walked to Zhou Dingbang himself, and lifted him up from the ground.
Zhou Dingbang, almost completely exhausted, leaned against that broad shoulder. His lips moved several times before he managed to squeeze out a choked sentence from between his bloodied teeth: "Senior brother, I... I lost..."
"No one can win all the time," Hong Zhennan said calmly.
Losing a game might actually be a good thing for my junior.
Over the years, he has had a smooth journey and has almost never encountered an equally matched opponent.
This defeat may not be a bad thing.
Hong Zhennan's eldest disciple, Zheng Weiji, belatedly realized what was happening and quickly led his men to take over for their master, helping Zhou Dingbang over.
Hong Zhennan instructed, "Aji, take your uncle down to rest and call Master Sun to come and take a look."
After everything was arranged properly, he turned around and looked at the upright young man in the field.
It is still standing within the circle drawn.
"Punches and kicks have no eyes, please forgive any offense!" Song Sheng clasped his hands in greeting, his calm gaze sweeping around. "The incense stick's burning time isn't over yet. Is there any other master interested in coming forward and offering their guidance?"
The masters surrounding them all bowed their heads and drank their tea.
Having witnessed what just happened, would going up again now be as if you think you're still unharmed?
Seating area of the National Martial Arts Hall
Jin Shan stood there dumbfounded, mouth agape, until Song Sheng spoke again, at which point he swallowed hard and asked, "Master Wu, is Mr. Song always this fierce?"
"This is nothing," Wu Jiuge muttered softly.
In the underground boxing ring, this guy is much more ruthless.
Especially when facing certain special opponents, they really fight to the death.
The audience remained silent; no one responded.
Song Sheng had to ask again, "Is there any other master who would like to—"
"Enough!" Hong Zhennan suddenly interrupted, his tone calm: "Master Song, welcome to the martial arts world."
Song Sheng looked over.
Hung Chen-nan continued, "Remember to pay your membership fee at the beginning of each month."
"Membership fee?" Ip Man asked, somewhat surprised. "What membership fee?"
Hong Zhennan turned his head: "It's just the rule; every boxing gym has to pay it. It's one hundred yuan a month. As long as you pay, I guarantee you won't have any trouble."
Upon hearing this, Ip Man glanced at the other masters in the audience and frowned slightly.
One hundred yuan a month is not a small amount, especially considering there are so many martial arts schools.
Who ended up with such a large sum of money...?
He was about to dissuade Song Sheng from paying any attention to it.
But Song Sheng had already decisively taken out a thousand yuan from his pocket and walked up to Hong Zhennan:
"Prepay for half a year's worth of goods."
As for the extra, consider it repayment for Master Zhou's medicine expenses.
In a corner off the field, Master Guan, still rubbing his chest, stared longingly at the stack of money, wanting to ask if he could have a share too, since he was injured as well.
"If there's nothing else, let's go." Song Sheng called out as he came over.
Ip Man was somewhat puzzled: "Mr. Song, we won the fight, so why do we still have to pay him money?"
Song Sheng simply said, "Some problems that can be solved with money are not problems at all."
Master Ye, you only need to focus on teaching the boxing; leave everything else to me.
At this stage, the entire Hong Kong Island is black from top to bottom.
The so-called membership fee collection is actually just the police collecting protection money.
This behavior is not just targeting boxing gyms, but extends to all walks of life; it represents a top-down chaos and corruption that is unavoidable for the time being.
Song Sheng had no intention of wasting his time on a few hundred yuan.
After the roundtable challenge ended, Song Sheng arranged to meet with his friend from the newspaper through Ip Man.
He still has a large sum of money in his hands, which is the 50,000 yuan that Young Master Zhou sent over to negotiate peace.
This amount of money is a considerable sum of money these days.
……
next day
Song Sheng met Leung Kan, Ip Man's friend from the newspaper, at an old-fashioned tea restaurant in Kowloon.
The other person was about thirty or forty years old and wore black-rimmed glasses.
He is the editor-in-chief and partner of a newspaper.
The newspaper was small in size, and its sales were only average; it was barely making ends meet.
There were only five or six people in the entire editorial department, all crammed into the second-floor office area of an old tenement building in Sham Shui Po.
Upon meeting, after a brief introduction, Song Sheng quickly got straight to the point:
"Mr. Liang, I'll be frank."
He took out a HSBC bank deposit slip from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it in front of Liang Gen. "There's 50,000 yuan in here. I want to put it into your newspaper."
Liang Gengang paused as he was about to pick up the teacup, his hand trembled, and he almost spilled it.
Fifty thousand yuan?!
The total value of his entire newspaper office, including all the printing presses, is not much higher than 50,000 yuan.
Is this a donation of 50,000 yuan?
Is this an attempt to buy my newspaper?
Is teaching boxing really this lucrative now?
Liang Gen took off his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on. Staring at the HSBC deposit slip, he paused briefly and said, "Mr. Song, forgive my intrusion, but aren't you the owner of a martial arts school? Why did you suddenly think of investing in a newspaper?"
"There are many reasons, but the most fundamental one is that I value the influence of newspapers on society as a whole, and I want a place where I can give voice to traditional Chinese martial arts."
"Mr. Song, so you mean...?"
"First, making money is certainly the most basic thing, but it is not the ultimate goal."
Mr. Liang, Master Ye introduced me to you, didn't he?
"I've asked Master Ye about you. After all, being suddenly invited by you, I'm always a little curious."
"I don't like beating around the bush."
I have only one pursuit: to promote traditional Chinese martial arts.
No matter how loud the punches and kicks were, only a couple hundred people could be seen from the audience.
But newspapers are different. Once newspapers are printed, thousands, tens of thousands, or even more copies will be distributed. When that happens, everyone on the street will have a copy. If someone reads it aloud, more than ten people around will be able to hear it.
I want to let people all over Hong Kong, and even in a wider area, know about and understand Chinese martial arts, regardless of whether they practice martial arts or not.
It's not a street fight, but a cultural symbol, and also a valuable thing passed down from our ancestors.
"This..." Liang Gen remained silent for a long time, his gaze shifting back and forth between the deposit slip and the angular face of the man in front of him.