Zhong Qiang closed the door of Bayu Hotpot Restaurant, and with a slightly excited expression, he pulled Huang Wen inside, which surprised Uncle Zhong, who was coming out with a clay pot.
"What's making you so happy? Xiao Wen, you're not really planning to pass on your family's martial arts to Xiao Qiang, are you?" Uncle Zhong put down the clay pot and shook his head, "Uncle Zhong advises you, either find a successor with better aptitude, or record the boxing techniques to prevent them from being lost..."
"Dad, what are you saying? Am I really your son?" Zhong Qiang pouted unhappily, "Are you implying that my aptitude isn't good?"
"Hmph! I know you well. Back then, you secretly watched your Brother Wen practice martial arts, and after standing in a horse stance for ten minutes, you were completely exhausted..." Uncle Zhong couldn't help but laugh, starting to recount Zhong Qiang's embarrassing moments, "Being exhausted wasn't even the worst part, the next day you couldn't even walk... Mmm!"
As soon as Uncle Zhong finished speaking, Zhong Qiang covered his mouth, and Zhong Qiang chuckled awkwardly, "Brother Wen, eat porridge, eat porridge!"
"Seafood porridge first thing in the morning?" Huang Wen, smelling the rich seafood aroma, couldn't help but laugh, "Did Uncle Zhong boil any eggs? It's best to eat some eggs in the morning; they're good for your health."
"Such delicious porridge, and you still want eggs? You're so demanding." Uncle Zhong rolled his eyes at Huang Wen, "But I actually did boil a few eggs. I'll get them for you."
"Hehe, my dad did it on purpose..." When Uncle Zhong went to the back kitchen, Zhong Qiang lowered his voice, "When I said I was going to call you, I saw him deliberately boiling eggs... Ouch!"
With a "smack!", Zhong Qiang's head was gently patted. Uncle Zhong placed the peeled eggs on the table and said, "Here, eat!"
"Don't be angry, Dad, we have good news to tell you!" Zhong Qiang quickly stood up to help serve the porridge, his face still beaming with a bright smile.
"Good news? What good news?" Uncle Zhong saw that the smiles on Zhong Qiang and Huang Wen's faces didn't seem fake, and he looked at them seriously, asking.
"Brother Wen has already taken revenge!" Zhong Qiang placed the first bowl of porridge in front of Uncle Zhong and said with a grin.
"Taken revenge?" Uncle Zhong was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Huang Wen. He knew that Huang Wen had only said yesterday that he was going to seek revenge on the Goryeo Gang, so how could he have already taken revenge this morning?
"It's true, I went to the Goryeo Gang last night." Huang Wen nodded candidly, "I killed all the high-ranking members of the Goryeo Gang involved in my father's death, and the Goryeo Gang is now considered annihilated."
"There was also a mutant!" Zhong Qiang excitedly added, "Brother Wen was even injured by him, but Brother Wen still won!"
"You're injured? Is it serious?" Uncle Zhong didn't care about any mutants; he just looked at Huang Wen with some concern, "Did you leave any traces?"
"Don't worry, Uncle Zhong, everyone who saw me is dead, and no cameras captured my appearance." Huang Wen smiled and shook his head, "Now that my father's revenge has been taken, I plan to rest for a few days, recover from my injuries, and then find a way to promote the martial arts school. So..."
Huang Wen looked at Zhong Qiang, smiling at Uncle Zhong, his meaning clear: he had already dealt with the Goryeo Gang, so once he recovered from his injuries, would Zhong Qiang come to help him?
Upon hearing that Huang Wen had taken revenge, Uncle Zhong didn't care how many people Huang Wen had killed. He had seen a lot of fighting and killing in his youth when he ventured to America. He was very relieved to know that Huang Wen had avenged Huang Hong, and the burden on his heart finally lifted.
As for whether Huang Wen's actions would be exposed, Uncle Zhong wasn't worried. If anyone dared to investigate Huang Wen in Chinatown, he would lead everyone in Chinatown to provide an alibi for Huang Wen.
Besides, Uncle Zhong knew a bit about Huang Wen's skills and believed that after making proper preparations, he could take on the Goryeo Gang alone. Who would normally believe that Huang Wen could single-handedly annihilate a gang?
"Xiao Qiang, how much longer until your internship starts?" After putting his mind at ease, Uncle Zhong looked at Zhong Qiang. As the saying goes, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor, especially in a foreign land. Huang Wen and Zhong Qiang were like brothers, so they naturally had to support each other.
"About half a month, and then classes will be over." Zhong Qiang thought about his class schedule and scratched his head, "Dad, you're not thinking of having me come back to help, are you?"
"Go help your Brother Wen. When you have nothing to do, you can also exercise your body." Uncle Zhong glared at Zhong Qiang, "Look at your Brother Wen's physique, and then look at your thin arms and legs. Dad doesn't expect you to achieve as much as your Brother Wen, but it would be good if you could just get a little stronger!"
"Go help Brother Wen?" Zhong Qiang's eyes lit up. Remembering what Huang Wen had just told him at the Wing Chun martial arts school, he quickly laughed, "Brother Wen, do you have any plans? I can help you brainstorm..."
"As for salary, I don't need it, but your family's martial arts can't be delayed any longer. You at least have to teach me a few moves for self-defense, right?"
"Don't worry, you won't miss out on either salary or martial arts." Huang Wen smiled and shook his head, "Salary is a sweet reward, but practicing martial arts will be tough. You need to be prepared!"
"So, Brother Wen, do you have any plans?" Zhong Qiang's eyes darted around, "What do you think of what I told you before, about simple sparring routines and a ranking system?"
"I think it's feasible, but it's not attractive enough yet." Huang Wen pondered for a moment, "I can indeed divide Wing Chun into six levels: Apprentice, Beginner, Proficient, Master, Grandmaster, and Patriarch. Then, each level will teach Wing Chun forms of different difficulty."
"However, even doing this won't be enough to make our Wing Chun martial arts school famous, because then our Wing Chun martial arts school wouldn't be much different from regular karate dojos or similar places, and it wouldn't have enough appeal to the audience."
"Yes." Zhong Qiang nodded and began to ponder, "Promotion is indeed a very important point. Relying solely on flyers, TV, and newspapers won't be enough for people to understand the Wing Chun martial arts school, and all these promotions require funding..."
"I have a simple idea: hype." Huang Wen looked at Zhong Qiang and smiled, "What if we hire TV stations and newspapers for publicity, and then have a UFC or free combat champion fight me? If I win, do you think it would attract a lot of people to our martial arts school?"
"Combat champion?" Zhong Qiang's eyes lit up. He didn't even ask if Huang Wen could defeat a combat champion. Come on, if even a mutant wasn't a match for his Brother Wen, wouldn't a mere combat champion, a regular human, be defeated by Brother Wen in a matter of minutes?