Chapter 33 The steel rolling mill requires traditional Chinese medicine - "Traveling to 60 and taking space as a security guard"

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Wang Ye said seriously: "I can teach you, but the ugly words will come first. Practicing is very tiring. It's useless if you can't persist."

Seeing that Wang Ye was so serious, Chen Luoxi stopped playing around and said, "Don't worry! I can definitely persevere. A few years ago, I wanted my father's security guard to teach me two moves. He said that girls are not good at wielding swords and guns, and he didn't teach me anything. I must learn to behave well in front of him!"

Wang Ye thought: "Is it too hasty to teach Chen Luoxi kung fu? Will they train a big sister in their compound?"

Never mind him!Anyway, it was not him who was unlucky, and then Wang Ye began to teach.Teach Chen Luoxi bit by bit.After practicing for a while, Wang Ye felt that Chen Luoxi was very talented, although he didn't know how to do it after just one look like him.But after teaching it a few times, you can practice it well.

The time soon reached five o'clock, and Wang Ye ended his teaching.Chen Luoxi asked a little unhappily: "Wang Ye, why do I feel that what you taught me is different from what you just fought?"

Wang Ye said with a smile: "What I did just now was a routine. I will teach you this next time. You have to start with pile skills and practice to lay the foundation."

"But what you teach is not good at all, and I don't think it's that powerful."

Wang Ye said: "Practicing martial arts without practicing kung fu will be in vain in the end. I will show you what practicing kung fu is!"

After speaking, Wang Ye walked to a small tree as thick as an arm.Wang Ye narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the small tree in front of him, as if he was examining an opponent who was about to be conquered.Suddenly, his body sank slightly, his feet seemed to be rooted in the earth, and an invisible force condensed in his body.

He took a deep breath, then instantly exerted his strength, swung his arm out like lightning, and hit the small tree with his fist.The moment his fist made contact with the tree trunk, time seemed to freeze and everything became silent.

Then, a dull sound broke the silence, the small tree trembled violently, and the leaves fell one after another.The force of his fist actually left a deep punch mark on the tree trunk, and the small tree also tilted, as if surrendering to him.

He slowly retracted his fist, looked at his masterpiece, with a satisfied smile on his face, and said to Chen Luoxi: "This is the power of the inch fist. It seems like a simple blow, but it contains endless power. How about it, is it awesome?"

Chen Luoxi looked at the small tree that broke in response. She opened her mouth in surprise and said nothing for a long time: "Li... amazing!"

After coming back to his senses, he immediately stepped forward, hugged Wang Ye's arm and asked, "Can I be so powerful?"

Wang Ye: "As long as you practice hard, you will be able to do it sooner or later."

The two talked for a while and then parted. Wang Ye also asked her to practice every day.

When they got home, Qin Wan had already returned. Wang Ye, his brother, sister, and He Yuu played in the yard for a while and then started eating.After dinner, the program was still reserved. Wang Ye went to the practice room to practice while everyone went out to enjoy the cool air.By eight o'clock, everyone went back to their homes to sleep.

The next morning, Wang Ye reluctantly got up and boxed for a while, then started washing and eating before going to work.It was different today when we arrived at the factory. As soon as we arrived at the door, we saw Master Wu Zhiqiang already waiting at the door.

When Wang Ye saw everyone arriving, he took two steps forward and just finished greeting Grandpa Zhao and Wang Tiezhu when he heard Wu Zhiqiang ask Wang Ye: "Xiaoye, there is a bus going to Baoding Anguo to pull medicine today. Are you going?"

Wu Zhiqiang knew that Wang Ye had a huge demand for traditional Chinese medicine. Whether it was medicinal baths or elixirs, he needed a lot of traditional Chinese medicine, so he asked Wang Ye in advance.

Wang Ye asked in confusion: "Uncle Wu, does our steel rolling mill also need large quantities of traditional Chinese medicine?"

Wu Zhiqiang said: "We don't have to do it. Isn't it all a matter of relationship! Tong Ren Tang found the leader of our factory. There is no way it's all a favor."

"How long will it take?"

"We'll leave soon and be back in the evening."

"Then what are you talking about! Go! I'm almost exhausted in the factory. I can still find the needed medicinal materials, I have to go!"

Then Wu Zhiqiang arranged for Wang Ye to go to the transportation team.Just two cars this time.Two drivers, two security guards, Wang Ye and Feng Dali, and two pharmacy staff, one old and one middle-aged.The old man looked like an old Chinese doctor. The middle-aged man was wearing a Chinese tunic suit and had a pen in his pocket. He must be the leader.

This leader is still very good at getting things done. When he saw Wu Zhiqiang with two people and carrying long guns, he knew that they were the bodyguards for this trip.He quickly stepped forward, took out a cigarette and started to hand it out to others without stopping.

After introduction, I learned that the old man's surname was Ping, which is a rare surname.Now he is a consulting doctor at Tongrentang. The leader, surnamed Cheng, is the public manager of Tongrentang and is also the apprentice of the old man named Ping.

They divided the car between Wang Ye and the old man surnamed Heping, and Feng Dali and Manager Cheng were in the same car.When the car arrived at the door, the old man surnamed Ping stopped the car and got out of the car, and went straight to the concierge.Seeing that he was looking for Grandpa Zhao, Wang Ye followed him curiously.

"Ping Laosan, why is it you? What kind of medicine are you trying to get, and you need to do it yourself?"

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