Chapter 640 The Last Meal in the Martial Art Museum

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Chapter 640 The Last Meal in the Martial Art Museum

This dramatic development left the gymnasium bewildered.

They didn't expect that the man who usually taught them Taekwondo, with his eyes over the top, peed his pants and ran away before he even made a move.

"You are the owner of the Fenghuo Taekwondo Gym, what else do you need?" Ye Hao's eyes fell on that Jin Wenchen.

Jin Wenchen swallowed, he didn't know why Pu Buqi, whom he had hired with a lot of money, would show such an ugly face.

But he still pretended to be calm.

"Ahem, let's not talk about beating people. Uncle Wu, what about the matter I proposed to you before. How about merging your Wujia martial arts gym into our Taekwondo gym and becoming a branch of our own?" Jin Wenchen turned around. topic.

Since Wu can't beat him, let's send Wen now.

After all, this is a society ruled by law, no matter how powerful this guy is, he wouldn't dare to touch him directly.

Jin Wenchen didn't know Ye Hao's identity, otherwise he would know very well that his thinking is still so ridiculous.

The people in the dragon group have the right to kill first and play later.

"Wishful thinking. Our Wu family martial arts school will not agree with people like you!" The old Wu family master directly refused.

"Uncle Wu, you don't want to stay old. I want to create a martial arts atmosphere in our Tongxiang. I have already devolved my gymnasium into shares, and the general is a beacon company. I have built three Taekwondo gymnasiums in Tongxiang, including Wuzhen. "

"Besides, we plan to build ten Taekwondo gyms in Jiangnan Province in the future!"

When Jin Wenchen said this, he seemed to have forgotten what happened before, and introduced it proudly and excitedly.

"I'm also planning to list our Fenghuo brand as a brand. Now we are a martial arts company with an estimated market value of eight million! If you are willing, Uncle Wu, I can give you five points of shares."

"In less than five years, our Beacon's market value will increase exponentially, and then it will not be 8 million. It may even be 50 million, 80 million, or 100 million!"

Speaking of this, Jin Wenchen's eyes were shining with golden light, although he knew that the following words and numbers were a bit exaggerated.

"What's more, I heard that it's very difficult for the Wujia Martial Art Museum to even pay for its own profits and losses."

Jin Wenchen looked expectantly at the owner of Wulao.

"Uncle Wu, you don't think about it."

I have to say that these things are really tempting.

And Wulao, the owner of the pavilion, lowered his head and didn't speak.

"Grandpa, we can't cooperate with them!" Wu Tian was afraid that Grandpa would be overwhelmed, so she walked quickly to Grandpa on crutches, persuading her.

"Sweetie, Grandpa knows what to do."

The owner of Wulao got up and walked towards Jin Wenchen step by step on a wooden crutch.

Ye Hao on the side didn't say a word. Reasonably speaking, this is the Wu family's business. He just does what he can and helps them a little. As for the result they want, it depends on them.

"Uncle Wu, what do you think?" Jin Wenchen looked at the old museum owner Wu excitedly, thinking that he was really moved by himself.

Who would have thought that the owner of Wulao suddenly threw away the wooden crutch in his hand, raised his right foot, and kicked Jin Wenchen heavily in the chest.

Jin Wenchen coughed up a mouthful of blood, and stepped back a few steps in a row. Thanks to a few people from the gymnasium supporting him, otherwise he would fall to the ground.

The old hall master Wu also shook a few times, Ye Hao quickly stepped forward to support the old hall master Wu, and a breath of energy in his hand entered the body of the old hall master Wu.

Master Wu's body is old. Although he has strength, he can't support his body and bones. Forcibly exercising kung fu will damage his body.

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Master Wu Lao nodded to Ye Hao, then stared at Jin Wenchen with stern eyes.

"Nie Zhan, this kick is to teach you for our Wu family ancestors. Not only have you forgotten your roots and abandoned your ancestors, but now you want to let us in Tongxiang have the martial arts atmosphere in your mouth. You want everyone in Tongxiang to remember your taekwondo."

"Forget about our traditional Chinese martial arts! You have no conscience!"

Everyone in the martial arts hall stared at Jin Wenchen angrily.

If Jin Wenchen's plan is successful, he will be able to suppress the local martial arts gyms in various places in the south of the Yangtze River. After a few decades, maybe they will really be the only taekwondo gyms left.

"Pooh."

Jin Wenchen spat out a mouthful of blood, and took out a cloth from his pocket to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"You're still so stubborn. Since you won't eat soft ones, I can only give you hard ones."

"Be tough. Don't tell me you still want to do it!" Tao Fangyuan yelled contemptuously.

"We are people of the new era, so of course we won't do it." Jin Wenchen gave Ye Hao a dreadful look.

He took a folder out of his pocket.

"Old Master Wu, according to my investigation, your martial arts school has been unable to make ends meet these days, and you still owe more than 100,000 yuan in the bank. It just so happens that the government has notified you that you are going to develop some projects on your land, so this The land is coming back."

"You are talking nonsense, this is our martial arts gym, the government has no right to take it back!" Tao Fangyuan shouted angrily.

Jin Wenchen smiled slightly: "Your land does not belong to you, it is the government that approved you to build a martial arts school."

"Now you are not doing well and the government is going to take it back. After a while, people from the government will come to take over the work."

Jin Wenchen smiled and looked at the food on the round tables.

"Hurry up and eat, this may be the last meal of the Wu Family Martial Arts Hall. I will wait for you at the door."

After finishing speaking, Jin Wenchen led the people from the gymnasium to the door. Because the door was broken, they could be seen stopping outside the door.

That Mei Qianbiao was also taken to the hospital by their people.

"Master! Could this be..." The disciples all looked at the old master Wu worriedly.

The old curator Wu staggered back to his seat, Wu Tian also hung his head and said nothing.

"I didn't expect that Jin Wenchen could do this to me. Hey, let's all sit down and eat."

The owner of Wulao seems to have aged a lot at this moment, and his hand holding the chopsticks is shaking.

"Master..." Tao Fangyuan wanted to ask, but was interrupted by Wu Tian.

"Our Wu family's land is actually only 100 square meters in the backyard, which is our own. Most of the front yard was granted to us by the government."

Wu Tian confirmed what Jin Wenchen said just now.

"It must be that Jin Wenchen who caused the trouble. I heard that he has relations with high-ranking government officials. He must be the one who made a ghost out of it and let them take back our land." Wu Tian clenched her fists and bit her lips with her teeth.

"How can this be? I haven't learned martial arts well yet."

"I finally made up my mind to learn legwork, how could..."

"Then... then what shall we do now."

The martial arts disciples all frowned.

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The owner of Wulao patted the table with his palm a few times; "What do they look like? I don't remember what I told you when I taught you the first day."

"We martial arts practitioners must be able to face the avalanche without changing our face. How can we learn martial arts well if we don't even have such a mood. Sit down and eat."

Although the disciples were not in the mood to eat, they didn't dare to disobey the master's words, and returned to the chairs obediently. The people on the destroyed dining table squeezed together with the people on other tables.

But at the moment, the frequency of everyone moving chopsticks is much slower.

"I'm sorry, I made you laugh. Come to eat." The owner of Wulao said to Ye Hao with a smile on his face.

But Ye Hao could tell that this was the forced smile of the owner of Wulao Pavilion.

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