I Had a Home In 1982

   Chapter 113 112. Battle of Qigong (6K)

  Wang Yi locked the door, put on his backpack, took out the green key and prepared to unlock the bathroom door.

   However, the bathroom door was not locked.

   But it didn't bother him.

   He took out a lock from his bag and hung it on the door handle, inserted the green key into it and twisted the handle, the next step was to enter the time-space house.

  Green key, a lock, and a door, as long as these three factors are met, he can enter the space-time house.

  If it wasn't for the door, which was too big to carry, he prepared to bring a door when he went out, so that he could enter the space-time house when he found a private place.

   When he returned to the rental house, he opened his backpack, and there was a 300-year-old clay jar of rice wine that was said to appear in front of him.

   He put away the clay pot and went to the graphic company called 'Xinhuaren' to ask, "Can you make pennants here?"

   The boss who once dealt with him in the birthday newspaper business said: "Oh, old customer, can it be possible, our graphic design company can't make pennants, so why open it?"

  Wang Yi asked: "What kind of pennants can you make? Can you make a pennant similar to that made by hand as soon as possible? Don't print it, it must have a texture and a sense of weaving."

   The boss turned on the computer and showed him the picture: "Is this? All the characters are woven with silk threads, very textured but expensive."

  Wang Yi said: "That's it, you can get me one, and the words on it will follow this."

   He put down the prepared paper, which had already listed the format and written the content.

  The boss was happy after seeing it: "What is this all about..."

   "It's nothing, you can just follow this. How soon can you get it? How much?" Wang Yi interrupted him.

  The boss said: "The fastest is tomorrow afternoon..."

   "I'll add money, it's faster!" Wang Yi asked.

   "Then let's work overtime, why do you have to come to pick it up in the morning, can't you come to pick it up in the middle of the night?" The boss hesitated for a while or succumbed to the power of money.

  I don't want to work overtime, but he gives too much.

  Wang Yi nodded in agreement.

   Ordinary pennants are 50 to 100, 200 to 300 for high-end points, and the one that Wang Yi wants is the most high-end, and it costs 600 together with the expedited fee.

  The boss said to give him an old customer price.

  Wang Yi took out his mobile phone and paid the deposit. In the past two days, he threw his mobile phone in the rental house and did not take it with him for 82 years, so he received several caller IDs and a dozen text messages.

   The caller ID showed Zhong Shiping and an unfamiliar number. Zhong Shiping called it once, and the unfamiliar number called it 6 times. From the location, it came from Hujian Mindong. Wang Yi didn't have any impression of this place and ignored it.

  The largest number of text messages is from Duxiaokeng Finance: After review, your pre-approval limit has been adjusted from 98,000 yuan to 168,000 yuan recently. It is only available today. Order XX to activate and return to T.

   There are two messages a day, morning and afternoon. Except for licking dogs and liars, Wang Yi can't think of anyone else sending messages like this.

  Others are mainly advertising information. The useful ones are express information and a message each sent to him by Yuan Hui and Zhong Shiping.

   Yuan Hui's message is: Can my brother go smoothly all the way? I miss you brother.

  Zhong Shiping's message is: come back and contact my brother to introduce you to a business.

   Wang Yi wondered, what business can Zhong Shiping introduce to himself?

   With this doubt, he returned to the rental house and called the phone.

The call was quickly connected, and Zhong Shiping's voice rang in the microphone: "Haha, go, go, thank you, thank you, Mr. Huang, go slowly - go and go, you can rest assured, once I get wild yellow croaker again, I will give it to you. Phone, be sure! Walk slowly and have a smooth journey!"

  Wang Yi frowned.

   Is there dealing with customers over there?

  The customer was obviously leaving, and Zhong Shiping then said: "Brother Wang, I'm sorry, I kept you waiting for a long time. Did you come back from another place?"

  Wang Yi thought for a while and said, "I haven't returned to Wengzhou yet. I just came up from the South China Sea. I saw your text message and asked what business you have."

Zhong Shiping said: "I see, that's what happened. Didn't you fiddle with a lot of old things for me? A friend of mine is going to a short video platform to give it a shot. She wants to go the route of nostalgia and rural life. , to create a theme around the seventies and eighties…”

   "He needs some old objects?" Wang Yi asked.

   Zhong Shiping said: "Yes, it's easy to talk to smart people."

  Wang Yi was disappointed by this.

   How much money can this business make?

   But he is a mountain man, and theoretically this kind of business should be taken over.

   So he thought about it and said, "Okay, then you can push his WeChat to me. I received an old item for him to take pictures of, and if he is interested and thinks the price is right, we can cooperate."

  Zhong Shiping said with a smile: "Don't worry about pushing WeChat, when are you going back to Wengzhou? Come back to my brother to have dinner, and then I will call this friend over to get acquainted with everyone, so that it will be convenient for you to cooperate in the future."

  The matter was settled, Wang Yi lay on the bed and rested.

   He remembered his connection with Qiu Danian again, so he opened QQ to take a look.

  Qiu Danian really replied, this time all he sent were voice, Wang Yi let go and listened:

   "What to eat beggars?"

   "Oh, this broken phone, what I said at the time was 'please eat the beggar chicken', it was the beggar chicken, not the beggar, but I used the voice to convert the text, and the result was wrong!"

   "Are you really looking for an assistant? Hahaha, then why are you looking for me?"

   "I called you several times, but no one answered. What's going on?"

  Wang Yi remembered the number of Hujian Mindong in the missed call, and hurriedly dialed it.

   The call was connected, and Qiu Danian's voice came over: "My brother, are you being controlled by pyramid schemes? You are controlled, so hurry up and cough, and immediately send the location and I will call the police!"

   The sound is familiar.

   is still that iron Hanhan.

Wang Yi, who was brewing emotional hesitation, how to arouse empathy between the two sides, was directly brought into the ditch by his words: "What is hiding in your cute little head? How can you associate me with MLM? together?"

  Qiu Danian didn't answer, but instead asked him: "Why do you think you are looking for an assistant? Are you looking for me as an assistant?"

"Yup."

   "Go to work at your place?"

"Yup."

   "I'm afraid the salary is not low, right?"

   "Don't worry, I can still treat you badly? At least double your current salary!"

"Why don't you send me a position." Qiu Danian said hesitantly, "You may not realize that you are really caught in pyramid schemes! And I dare to say that you are under control now, so I gave it to me a few days ago. You've made several calls and you haven't received it, is your phone also being controlled?"

   Wang Yi was speechless.

   Then he thought about his situation carefully.

   It seems that it is really like being caught in a pyramid scheme and trying to pull your friends into the water...

   Without defending himself, he asked directly: "Beast, where are you working now? Can you give me a specific address?"

  Beast Beast is Qiu Danian's nickname, derived from Nian Beast.

   This kind of nickname is actually quite embarrassing, and it is not related to Xinyada, but when they are in elementary school, they will be popular with nicknames, and all kinds of blunt nicknames can come out.

   Of course, Wang Yi's nickname is not blunt.

   No, he thought about it, he has no nickname!

Qiu Danian asked: "Aren't you going to come to see me—hey, wait, remember my address, I'm in the Yulongteng Hotel in Funing County, East Fujian, and you can just call my name when you arrive at the hotel and look for the logistics. , they all know me."

  Wang Yi looked at the phone suspiciously.

   Is it so hanging?

   Is this still Qiu Danian, who was not very promising in his memory?

  It's a pity that he was on a phone call instead of a video, otherwise he would like to see Qiu Danian's demeanor now.

   Then he remembered one more thing: "Oh, no, beast, aren't you in Qiantang City? Last time you told me to go to Qiantang City to invite me to eat beggars."

   "It's a beggar boy chicken." Qiu Danian laughed, "My family is in Qiantang City, and now I work here in Funing County. My friend is working as a manager in a hotel and asked me to come and help."

  Wang Yi felt a drum in his heart.

   I think this brother seems to be doing well now. Did he just float away and dare to say that he will pay people double wages to poach people?

   The two didn't chat much.

   After chatting for a while, they hung up the phone, Wang Yi thought about it, and then went back to bed in 1982.

   This weekend's work plan is out!

He will go to Chen Gu tomorrow, and then go back to 22 years to go to Qiu Danian. If he wants someone to resign to be his assistant, he has to go to the door to find someone anyway, and it is impossible to call someone over the phone. .

   This is the reason why he didn't explain that he was not engaged in pyramid schemes just now. He felt that Qiu Danian really doubted his work, so it was more appropriate to meet people in person.

   Another one is for the Taoyuan Sanjie Wine Jar.

   He brought antiques and cultural relics back to Wengzhou to see Yuan Hui several times on weekends. Yuan Hui could not imagine that he could travel through time and space, but he always had some doubts.

   So Wang Yi asked Yuan Hui to go out to find him this time.

   And Funing County in eastern Mindong is a suitable place.

   He didn't know about this place in Funing County, but he knew about Mindong. He had watched a promotional film about Mindong, and he knew that there were mountains near the sea in East Mindong, and there were still people on the sea and in the mountains.

There is also a place similar to Fuwai Island. Some villages are scattered on the island as introduced in the promotional video. Now the young people in the village have left, and only the old people are living on almost self-sufficiency. No one will question.

   The weekend work plan was completed, and Wang Yi slept soundly.

   The next day, he got up early and went to the Shanghai Foreign Trade Commodity Market.

   The place where Chen Gu worked was called the trading market, which was not a market in the usual sense later, but a foreign trade unit and a serious state-owned enterprise.

  Wang Yi went to the front desk of the guest house to ask about the route, and then went back to 22 years to find a graphic design company to take the pennant and carry a bag to go out.

   He is used to getting up early. There are not many pedestrians on the streets of Shanghai, but there are many cars and bicycles, and the bells of bicycles are constantly ringing.

  There are plane trees on both sides of the street, and the trees grow leaves, swaying slightly in the morning wind, like the wings of a cicada.

   At this time, the sun is rising and the morning light is mild.

  In the alleys of the alleys, old people came out to bask in the sun, and more often they played Taijiquan and practiced Taiji swords in the open space, and there were also aunts in costume-like tights dancing red fans.

   Only then did Wang Yi know that square dancing appeared in 1982.

The streets are filled with the aroma of breakfast. The doors of state-run restaurants are open, and there are stalls spread out on the streets. There are stoves cooking porridge, soy milk and tofu flowers in thermal insulation buckets, as well as fried, xiaolongbao, small wontons and steamed buns. Dumplings etc.

  People who got up early lined up to buy breakfast, bicycles drove slowly on the road, trams and cars passed by after a while, and cats were lying on the flower beds at the end of the street.

   At this time, the pace of Shanghai is still very slow.

   Wang Yi looked very novel.

  The current Shanghai is very unfamiliar to him. The Pearl of the Orient, which he is most familiar with, has not even been conceived. Except for the day and night flow of the Huangpu River and the eternal presence of the Bund, the rest are not impressed.

  He went to wait for the bus according to the introduction of the waiter at the guest house.

  This is the most crowded place in the morning, men and women are waiting for the bus to come in.

   There is a newsstand not far from the platform, and someone shouted, "Is there still this month's "Qigong"?"

   "No more," said the woman in the newsstand.

   "What about "Wulin" and "Martial Arts"?"

   "No more."

   "Mom, is this a newsstand or a dung bucket? There's nothing left in the early morning?"

   "Who said nothing? Isn't your mother in there?"

   A man in glasses who was reading a newspaper burst out laughing.

   The young man who bought the newspaper looked at him furiously: "Mahler is a setback..."

   "Keep your mouth clean. You said just now that there is nothing in the dung bucket early in the morning. Did you eat it? Otherwise, why is your mouth so dirty?" The man with glasses interrupted him immediately.

   The youth rolled up his sleeves to beat him.

   "Wait a minute, let me ask you something," the man with glasses stood up and asked, "Since you bought "Qigong", you should have heard of Tianbo School, right?"

  The youth said: "I heard, what's wrong?"

  The man with glasses said lightly, "I'm from the Tianbo faction."

The young man immediately restrained the arrogance on his face, and said politely: "It turns out to be senior brother, then we are flooded into the Dragon King Temple and the family does not recognize the family, I solemnly introduce myself to you, I am the true style of Nebula. Disciple, my master is traveling to Japan..."

   "Route 862 is coming!" Someone shouted.

  The crowd was surging.

   The two masters of the qigong sect were immediately anxious, and the car stopped and the door opened and squeezed upwards.

  Wang Yi originally wanted to carry forward the style and let the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled go first, but the others didn't have the style, they just pushed themselves up.

   So he is welcome!

   He squeezed up, and was pushed down.

   Wang Yi stomped his feet.

   Lao Tzu is just a weak chicken in the fishing family on the outer islands. The man of the fishing family shakes the scull and casts the net every day just like practicing martial arts. Every one of them is steadfast and full of strength, but why are these city people stronger than him?

   You must know that he is exercising every day now. If he is exercising every day in the outer islands, is it a weak chicken who came to the city or a weak chicken, then he is not exercising for nothing?

   So he stomped and squeezed up again.

   At this time, the qigong youths who were buying magazines at the newsstand also crowded in. He and Wang Yi squeezed together and waved their elbows against his neck!

  Wang Yi was furious.

   He is not a good guy. Don't look at his handsome appearance and elegant temperament and think he is a little white face. In fact, he was also a 50% street bully in 22 years!

   He doesn't have a lot in combat, but he does have something.

  If you can't bully people, you won't be bullied.

   The young man waved his elbow and punched him under the young man's creak. Both of them were uncomfortable, and then they were pushed down together.

   The bus conductor waved the small red flag and shouted: "Okay, it's full, others wait for the next bus, it's closed."

  The door closed, and the exhaust pipe spewed a white smoke on the road.

  The young man looked at Wang Yi angrily and shouted, "You dare to stop me? You are so bold, okay, I just said that I am the true style of Nebula..."

   "Really stylish? How stylish? Is it more stylish than the United Nations troops on the Goryeo battlefield? The United Nations troops have been beaten by the soldiers of our people's children, what are you still in style here?" Wang Yi interrupted him coldly.

   The other people waiting for the car suddenly laughed.

The young man's face was gloomy, he waved his hands and said: "Comrades, please let me go, there are some people here who are not convinced of our Nebula's true style of kung fu, it seems that I have met a master of which sect, so I have to compare with him. effort."

   "Everyone, please let me go, let me go, I just practiced qigong and I still can't control the feeling of qi, so be careful that my qi wave shocks my internal organs!"

   He thought that his words would shock the people around him, but he didn't expect more people to gather around after hearing his words.

   And someone shouted:

   "Competing in kung fu? Fighting, come and see!"

   "What kind of competition? "Shaolin Temple"? Jueyuan's father's legs and Wang Renze's martial arts competition?"

   "Have you seen "Shaolin Temple"? Ha, I have seen it too, but God Legs and Wang Renze are not fighting, but fighting, those monks in Shaolin Temple are fighting!"

   Seeing this young man was originally unhappy, but became proud of being the center of attention.

   He clasped his fists at Wang Yi in an orderly manner and said, "I am Wu Dabo, the true style of Nebula, and I am under the tutelage of Wang Jin, a qigong master who returned from his trip to Japan."

   "You remember my name. When you go to the hospital and the doctor asks you how you were injured, you remember to tell him that it was Wu Dabo's Nebula True Qi Wave that injured you!"

  Wang Yi tucked one hand into his pocket and grabbed the anti-wolf electric baton, ready to fight.

   As a result, Wu Dabo didn't come up, but took a deep breath and stomped into an Ultraman pose, then held his breath and desperately concentrated on his arms!

  Wang Yi was stunned.

   What is this?

   Is this a funny thing that Ultraman invited?

  Wait, Ultraman, Xingyun Zhenqibo, Wang Jin, a qigong master who returned from Japan...

  Damn it, the giant of light in the M82 nebula seems to have appeared in Japan this year!

   A surprised expression appeared on his face, and the people around him panicked and stepped back.

   They actually believed that Wu Dabo was going to release his true energy!

   Especially someone shouted: "The face of the little comrade on the opposite side is wrong!"

  Wang Yi secretly scolded me that his mother met the disciple of the Giant of Light and didn't laugh and lie down on the spot, it was already considered me calm, can I look right in this situation?

  Wu Dabo also thought that his qigong was effective, and suddenly he worked harder.

   As if he was constipated, he worked frantically, his face flushed red and his arms trembled!

  Wang Yi was too lazy to know him in general.

   This is a fool.

   Lu Xun once said that bullying a fool is a thunderbolt.

   So he said coldly: "Stop doing useless work, you have been deceived, I suggest you find someone to learn about a Japanese TV series called "Ultraman"."

  The onlookers saw that he was safe and sound, and some people were relieved.

  Wu Dabo couldn't hang his face, he suddenly pulled out his feet and started rushing up to Wang Yi with a straight punch: "Xingyun Zhenqi Fist!"

  Wang Yi has been guarding against him, his attack could not be a surprise attack, and he was struggling with all his strength just now, and his steps were slow.

   In this way, Wang Yi easily strayed to avoid the punch, retracted his hand and hid it in his sleeve and stabbed Wu Dabo in the stomach with an electric rod!

   Steady and accurate!

  A powerful current spurted out instantly, Wu Dabo's eyes widened and he suddenly shivered: "Uh uh uh uh uh!"

  Wang Yi didn't want to bully the idiot, so he immediately retracted the electric stick and stepped back.

   Wu Dabo collapsed to the ground with a sore and weak body.

   This scene shocked the onlookers.

   No one made a sound for a while!

   Suddenly someone shouted: "He can also do qigong! He is the master! He just performed gong!"

   "His qigong is electric discharge," an old master said firmly, "I have been an electrician for more than 30 years, and I started doing it after liberation. I have seen too many people who were electrocuted. Wu Dabo was electrocuted!"

The person next to    nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, he was electrocuted!"

   Wu Dabo reluctantly sat up, he felt that he was not electrocuted by his fist or hand, as if he had been put on hold by something, but he couldn't be sure through his clothes.

   But after listening to the people around him, he suddenly had a new idea - I was just called by someone to give me gong, or else I could learn fake qigong? I don't want face ah? We Nebula are really arrogant and shameless?

   So he asked with trembling lips, "Which master are you? The younger generation has eyes and eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai! What kind of qigong are you? Why are you able to discharge?"

  Wang Yi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, frowned and shut up and concentrated on waiting for the bus.

   An awe-inspiring voice sounded from the crowd: "Yuezhi Yuanzhu! This is the style of a master!"

   "But how can a master be so young?"

   "Rejuvenate!"

   Another 862 bus came.

   The conductor holding a small red flag prepared for the crowded passengers, but when the door opened, she was shocked to find that the passengers waiting for the bus did not swarm up as usual.

   On their quiet platform, they watched in awe as a handsome young man stepped into the car.

   The conductor quickly asked, "No, comrade, which leader are you?"

   At this time, other talents rushed up: "He is not a leader, he is a qigong master!"

   "I saw him perform gong, and we all saw it! As soon as he performed gong, he knocked down another qigong practitioner!"

   "His qi function discharges, it's too powerful! Report him to the government and let him generate electricity for the country!"

   Wang Yi's complexion changed greatly when he heard this.

   I really didn't expect to make such a big noise!

   What made him even more terrified was that following the shouts of the boarding person, a young woman stood up in a seat in the front row, and the young woman carefully took out something from her bag—

   A camera!

  Wang Yi quickly turned around and covered her face.

  ‘Crack’!

   (end of this chapter)