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Zhou Jiarui’s last sentence touched Liu Yanzhi. If he wants to give his son the best education, he has to rely on fake foreigners like Jerry Zhou. St. John’s University is almost the best university in China. The mission school is taught in English, not ordinary students. All can enter.

"Well, it's not guilty if you don't know it. Put your head on your neck for the time being. How long you can keep it depends on your performance." Liu Yan snorted and sat on the rocking chair.

The bodyguard asked from outside the house: "Master, do you have anything to do?"

"It's okay, you can go down." Zhou Jiarui hurriedly sent them. If it was a thief and kidnapper, he would definitely not do it, but it was a traverser. God knows how far their technological level has developed. Bend the metal, this energy is too strong, there is no way out of confrontation, only peace.

The bodyguards were very suspicious, but they stepped back. They clearly saw the silhouettes of other people in the room, but the master did not speak, and they did not dare to mess around.

"Mr. Chen, let's smoke a cigar first." Zhou Jiarui offered Luzon cigar and matches, and then offered a bottle of expensive brandy from the cabinet.

"The disk I prepared for you last time was not enough, so let me give you some traveler’s cheques, as long as there are civilized places in the world, you can use them. In addition, I prepare 10,000 pounds and 10,000 US dollars in cash. The silver dollars are too heavy. , I won’t prepare it for you. By the way, do you need a self-defense weapon? Although your skill is good, sometimes the weapon serves as a deterrent. I have imported new Mauser pistols here. Let me get you some Right."

Liu Yan nodded straight, and was very satisfied with Zhou Jiarui’s attitude. These years, the British pound and the U.S. dollar are both hard currencies. Ten thousand pounds and ten thousand dollars are quite a huge sum of money. You can buy big houses all over the world. Starting first-class long-distance luxury cruises, even if it is a foreign bank comprador, this is not a small number.

"I'll take a boat to Hong Kong tomorrow, you can arrange it." Liu Yan said straight, turned and jumped out of the window and disappeared.

Zhou Jiarui wiped a cold sweat and immediately let people prepare the things he just promised.

The next day, Liu Yanzhi visited again. Zhou Jiarui presented first-class tickets, two bundles of cash, a traveler’s check worth 20,000 pounds, two Mauser C96 automatic pistols and a Mauser Palm Thunder mini Pistols, five boxes of bullets, two sets of western clothes and two pairs of leather shoes. They are all ready-made garments, but they fit Chen Yongren's figure well.

"Yes, it's pretty hard." Liu Yanzhi asked people to put these in the suitcase, turned around and left. Zhou Jiarui personally saw him off. When he walked to the gate, Liu Yanzhi suddenly asked: "Right, where is Shen Xiaohong?"

Zhou Jiarui was at a loss for words. He dumped the girls' school book in the book apartment in order to marry Sheng Xuanhuai's distant niece. This is not very glorious.

"You kid, your conscience has been eaten by a dog, and Shen Xiaohong treats you well." Liu Yan directly accused.

"Later I tried to contact her too, but I couldn't find it anymore." Zhou Jiarui defended herself, "This woman has too much heart and always wants to be the principal, but I am a five-rank official..."

"Okay, okay, I don't care about your bad things. When I come back, the child will go to Saint John."

"It must be, it's a gossip thing." Zhou Jiarui nodded and bowed, sent the plague **** away, wiped his sweat, and collapsed.

...

Liu Yanzhi took Xiao Chen Zikun on the British cruise ship Queen Mary to Hong Kong. The child was no longer interested in sailing at sea. During the journey, Liu Yanzhi had been pestering Liu Yanzhi to learn kungfu. Liu Yanzhi said that you can't learn these skills. Master.

A few days later, the cruise ship arrived in Hong Kong's Victoria Harbour. The father and son spent a few days traveling in Hong Kong. Hong Kong was underdeveloped at the beginning of the century and was much inferior to Shanghai, the largest metropolis in the Far East.

Xiao Chen Zikun saw the Hong Kong-British flag flying over Hong Kong Island and couldn't help wondering: "Uncle, are we here in the UK?"

Liu Yan said straightforwardly: "This was the land of the Qing Dynasty before, but now it is a British colony."

"What is a colony?" Xiao Chen Zikun was puzzled.

Liu Yanzhi can't Baidu without a computer, so he can only explain to his son based on his own understanding.

"Hong Kong used to be a fishing village, but it had an excellent deep-water port. It was favored by the British. It fought several battles with the Qing Dynasty and won. So the island was ceded. The Chinese on the island were neither from the Qing Dynasty. The people are not the people of the British Empire, but only second-class citizens of the colony."

"Then why don't they resist?" Xiao Chen Zikun raised his fist angrily, "Fighting with the British! Just like the Americans, you are independent."

"Little guy, I still know a lot. The United States was indeed a British colony before, but Hong Kong is different. Hong Kong people would rather be second-class citizens of the British than citizens of the Qing Dynasty. There is a country, and during the Opium War, when the common people saw the British army fighting with the Qing army, they should watch the excitement..."

"What is the Opium War?" Xiao Chen Zikun has endless questions.

"It's a long story. There is a plant called poppy..." Liu Yanzhi suddenly thought that this is an excellent opportunity to educate his son, so he whispered, listening to the little Chen Zikun was fascinated, and pestered his uncle to tell historical stories all day.

Three days later, when the trip to Hong Kong ended, the father and son sailed northward along the Lingding Ocean. Liu Yanzhi had to tell the story of Wen Tianxiang again. When he talked about Wen Tianxiang's poems, Chen Zikun was moved to tears and asked him: "That Did the bad guys kill Wen Tianxiang?"

"The bad guys wanted to recruit Wen Tianxiang, but they didn’t succeed. A hero rescued Wen Tianxiang and returned to the Song army’s camp at Yashan. A few days later, the Song and Yuan navy fought fiercely in the Yashan waters. The Song army initially took the disadvantage. Desperately charged, the Song army was called up from above and below, and finally defeated Zhang Hongfan, then regained Guangzhou and Quanzhou, and retreated to Taiwan..."

He said vigorously, Xiao Chen Zikun was excited when he heard it, but a middle-aged man dressed as a literati nearby laughed blankly: "Xiongtai, are you a storyteller?"

"Why, what I said was wrong?" Liu Yan was taken aback.

"Wen Tianxiang is indeed a patriot with a long history, but he was not rescued, but died in Dadu two years later. Song Jun did not survive from extinction, but was destroyed in Yashan. Those stories are all made by Xiongtai. Yes, but I like it very much." The middle-aged smiled and walked away.

Liu Yanzhi didn't understand it. This was obviously something he had personally experienced. Why didn't it happen when I got here? Perhaps the party professor can explain these problems ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I don't understand it myself.

When the boat arrived in Guangzhou, Liu Yanzhi took his son off the boat and tasted the various delicacies of Guangzhou Mansion. After playing for two days, he went to the "Baozhilin" Chinese Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic on Ren'an Street to find Huang Feihong to learn art.

There was a reception in Baozhilin. I heard that the guests were looking for Master Huang, so unfortunately, Master Huang went to Foshan. Liu Yan asked where he was going to Foshan. The man proudly said: "Master went to Ryazan to learn about martial arts."

Ryazan is a master of martial arts, the master of Ip Man, and the great master of Wing Chun, Liu Yan straightforwardly paid his respects, so he hired a carriage and went straight to Foshan.

Zansheng Hall on Chopsticks Street in Foshan is the place where Ryazan practiced medicine to accept disciples. It is known from far and near. Liu Yanzhi came to the door without any effort. It was a coincidence that he came early, and he was competing in the hospital.

The two martial arts masters first competed against bridge players in accordance with the rules of the competition. This is a hard skill in Nanquan. They pay attention to the iron horse and hard bridge. They can train their forearms to be as hard as steel. Sometimes they meet the next opponent, a bridge player. Can interrupt the opponent's arm.

Liu Yanzhi did not know Ryazan or Huang Feihong. He saw that one of the two was tall, almost 1.9 meters tall. This is extremely rare among Cantonese. He has the advantage of height and weight, and he can beat the other person. Not to be proud, but the opponent's skill is very unusual.

At the end of the round, the taller one barely won. Then the taller one won again. Liu Yan asked Xiao Chen Zikun, "Who do you think is great?"

"He is great." Xiao Chen Zikun said, pointing to another person.

The child's voice was loud, and the crowd around the audience and the two contestants turned their heads to look at them with different expressions.

Little Chen Zikun was not afraid, and said loudly: "It's not fair that a tall bully a short one."

The short one laughed: "It's okay, I Huang Feihong can afford to lose."