Chapter 43 Writing a Letter
Chapter 43 Writing a Letter
"Oh, there is no telegram. Then please help me post these two letters."
At the post office, Qin Huai saw that there was indeed no telegraph machine, so he wrote two letters, one to Yanshan to report his safety, and the other to Kowloon to find Li Bingwu.
After sending the letter, Qin Huai saw Fatty sighing and frowning, so he stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.
"What's wrong? Don't look so sad. Just tell me what's going on."
Seeing that Qin Huai had finished his work, Fatty didn't waste any time and just complained to him.
"Brother Huai, we don't have much money left. I don't think we can stay here for a few days."
"I remember there were still a few dollars. Where did they go?"
"After deducting the room fee and the food for the past few days, I guess there will be only about one dollar left..."
"It's okay. Didn't a kind-hearted person just send me five hundred dollars? Let's go to the bank and withdraw the money first."
Not long after Qin Huai and his three companions left the post office, a dark figure ran into the post office in a hurry. No one knew what he was busy with, which attracted the attention of passers-by.
I came to the bank and handed the banknote to a counter. The accountant took it and looked at it carefully, then said slowly,
"Where's the joint guarantee certificate from the martial arts association? Without it, this kind of bill can't be exchanged for money."
"What proof? This is a gift from a dock manager to apologize to us. We don't have any proof."
Fatty was a little anxious. If this banknote was just a piece of waste paper, then the four of them would be left with nothing in a few days.
"That won't work. The bank has its own rules. Without Wuhui as a guarantor, you can forget about taking the money."
"Then we will go back and ask them for the money. They are so reluctant to pay us. The manager is really hateful."
Qin Huai held down Fat Head who wanted to rush back to the dock to ask for an explanation. He looked at the accountant who was calm and composed. Seeing that the accountant seemed to be familiar with the place, Qin Huai could not fail to understand that they were being tricked by a conspiracy.
No wonder the dock manager gave the money so readily, it turned out that he had known that Qin Huai and the others could not withdraw the money.
When he meets a rich coward who sucks the blood of the people, he will extort money from them. When he meets a tough guy like Qin Huai, he will pay money to apologize. Anyway, he has the martial arts association as his backing, so he is not afraid of doing a losing business.
It's a really good game with great profits, but it's a pity that you met me, and I just need some money to spend.
When Qin Huai came to his senses and saw that Fatty was still unwilling to give up, he patted the honest man's broad shoulders with his big hands and asked the accountant to return the banknote.
"Then return the banknote to us. We will first get a joint guarantee certificate from the martial arts association and then come to withdraw the money."
"Well, but I haven't seen anyone who can get money from the martial arts association in recent years, except for the one in the early years."
The accountant looked at Qin Huai, who was smiling and not in a hurry at all, and gave him some advice while handing him the bill.
"Then I guess you'll see me again soon."
Qin Huai took the banknote, put it in his arms, and without further delay, he took the trio out to find a place to rest.
At the post office, the black shadow took out two letters written by Qin Huai, looked at the large characters that he didn't recognize at all, and hurriedly ran back to the dock with the things to report the news.
"Li Bingwu? Li Shuwen?! Are you sure that guy wrote this to these two people?"
"That's right, but one of them is in Kowloon and the other is in Tianjin, so it's two letters."
When the man surnamed Tan heard that Qin Huai was indeed related to the two of them, he hesitated, but he still stomped his feet.
"I have to go back to the gym to discuss this with my master and my colleagues in the martial arts association. If he is really a Baji master, then we have to think carefully. We can either not do it or do it to the extreme!"
"It's not good to cause a death. There is no grudge in the past or in the present."
"We can't let him be like Li Bingwu. We can't let a northerner ruin the reputation of the martial arts association! We'll talk about everything after I come back."
Choy Li Fot Martial Arts School
An old man with ruddy white hair sat at the head of the table with his eyes closed. The egg-sized iron gallbladder in his hand kept turning as he listened silently to the arguments of his disciples.
"Teach him a lesson, let him know how powerful our Southern Fist is!"
"If we just stop their letters, what if they ask for punishment later? Are you going to take the blame?"
"They say that the leader of the martial arts competition in Beijing some time ago defeated the foreigners and brought glory to China. Could it be him?"
"If that's true, then I'd better ask for your advice!"...
As soon as the old man stopped the iron ball in his hand, everyone in the martial arts hall suddenly quieted down, and the originally crowded hall instantly became much more orderly.
"Don't worry about that young man. Foshan doesn't need him to make a living."
"Master is right."
"If he doesn't cause trouble, we naturally won't cause trouble for him."
"At most, it's just a duel of fistfights and a few exchanges of ideas."
After everyone watched the white-haired old man walk away, a new round of debate broke out.
"Master said to give him a meal, no more and no less. Isn't he a sharp swordsman and strong?
If he sets up a street performer to make a living, can we stop him?
Don’t you think so? "
"Master Tan is right, but if he wants to open a school to make money, he has to ask the masters of our martial arts association for their consent."
"In that case, let's ignore him for now and wait and see when he comes to pay his respects at the mountain gate. Then we can draw a line and talk about it."
"Maybe they were just passing by. What if you end up making a big fuss and you can't clean it up?!"
A dissonant voice was heard amid the heated discussion of the martial arts gathering. The speaker was Lin Ku, a Hung Gar master who had met Qin Huai several times.
"Nephew Lin, this is wrong. As a disciple of the Southern School, how can you speak for a Northerner? If they earn all the money and face, what will your family eat and drink?"
"That person is not someone you can easily deal with. It would be fine if the matter didn't get out of hand.
But if the matter gets out of hand and Master Chen comes back and finds out about your actions, you'll be in big trouble!"
After saying that, he left without caring about the elders of the martial arts association and went out.
"Today's young people are all too immature and don't take the rules seriously. Do they really think they are the ones who call the shots in the world?"
"Even if Brother Chen comes back and finds out about our plan, so what? We are doing this for the reputation of Southern Fist!"
"Forget it, Brother Tan, let's think about how we should deal with that guy if he comes to our door."
After a while of talking, everyone in the martial arts meeting was very satisfied.
"Okay, let's do it! As the saying goes, a penny can make a hero fall for you. This way, I'm not afraid that he will fall for it."
Evening, Inn
The four of them sat in the lobby and enjoyed their meal.
"After eating seafood for a month or so, my body is almost soaked in the smell of the sea. Meat is still delicious."
"I didn't think so when I was fishing before, but after more than a month of fishing, I ate the meat and it was indeed better than fish."
Qin Huai saw that the waiter was staring at him, and he remembered that he had to go to the martial arts meeting tomorrow to seek an explanation, but he didn't know where the person in charge was, so he couldn't help but ask the waiter,
"Hey man, which is the most famous boxing gym in Foshan?"
"It's Choy Lee Fot, or Wing Chun?"
Cailifoquan? It's a style of boxing that I haven't seen much in the north. I guess I'll get to learn more about it tomorrow.
"Hey, four more bowls of noodles!"
"okay!"
(End of this chapter)