Live broadcast: My leisurely life on the island

The speaker is a bald man.

He was dressed in a black suit and had a fierce look on his face.

Zhang Heng immediately remembered that these people were the people who got off the yacht before.

"Old Han, you go to my house for a meeting first, I will deal with some personal matters, and I will come right away."

Han Ben immediately said: "It's okay, let's go in ours, someone will take care of this matter."

Saying that, Han Ben was about to enter the house.

However, just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by the bald head.

"Fuck! Did I let you go? How dare you go another fucking step!"

Zhang Heng walked up slowly, reached out and grabbed the bald man's arm.

Gently twist.

Kaza!

There was a sound of broken joints suddenly.

"what!"

The bald man immediately howled like a lamb being slaughtered.

In the next second, he knelt down on the ground with a plop.

The bald man's subordinates immediately surrounded him after seeing it.

"Who dares to try again!"

Before the words fell, Zhang Heng gently twisted his backhand.

The bald man let out another frantic howl.

"Don't... don't move..."

Zhang Heng kicked the bald man directly into the courtyard.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

Not just the men of the bald man.

It also includes Lao Han and the people behind him.

Especially the old Han bodyguard.

I was even more shocked and didn't know how to react.

They are all Lianjiazi, so they naturally know how much background this kick has.

The foundation is not strength.

Strength is something that needs to be practiced desperately.

There will always be a few years of suffering.

But the background is completely different.

If you don't have enough talent, it's useless to practice for a lifetime.

The reason why it is said that Zhang Heng's foot has a background.

The main reason is that the big bald man weighs a full [-] to [-] catties.

Without any acceleration or power accumulation, with just a light kick, the person flew three to four meters high.

Then accurately cross the wall.

Among them, even those who don't know how to fight can know how awesome it is.

"Go and call your master, I'll wait for him!"

When the bald man's men heard this, they turned around and ran away without saying a word.

A dozen or so mighty people were gone in a blink of an eye.

"Old Han, I'm really sorry to make you laugh."

Han Ben waved his hand and said, "There's no need to laugh at this. In fact, like you, I also want to see who is so bold as to trouble you, scumbag."

"I'll know in a while."

Zhang Heng smiled slightly, and then called everyone into the house.

Actually, besides seeing who is behind the scenes, Zhang Heng has another purpose.

That is to think once and for all.

To keep this piece of pure land.

I'm afraid it won't work if there is no bloody storm.

That being the case, it was not mentioned.

come on!

Anyway, it’s better to come early than to be late!

This is a good thing for those carving experts.

In their view, Zhang Heng just wanted to use Han Ben to solve the trouble.

As soon as I knew this, I used tricks to ask people to help.

Even if Han Ben valued Zhang Heng, he must be upset.

If you come to the fire again, you will directly tear off Zhang Heng's hypocritical master mask.

That Zhang Heng was completely cold!

Their status will naturally return to its original state.

If it works well, you may be able to 'promote and raise your salary'.

The old men looked at each other and smiled tacitly.

After entering the house.

Several old men glanced around casually.

Immediately, the faces of each of them showed the expression of winning.

The reason for their success is simple.

That is the display and decoration in Zhang Heng's house.

Not the slightest trace of a sculptor at all.

It's just an island village fisherman.

"Master Zhang, your house is really..." An old man glanced at the other old men and said with a smile, "It really has a local flavor."

The other old men also followed suit.

Zhang Heng is not stupid, so he can naturally hear the sarcasm between these words.

However, he was not in a hurry to refute.

Instead, he smiled and waited for them to finish their ridicule.

Then he said slowly: "Well, your insight is indeed good. But you may have misunderstood one thing."

"In your opinion, this master-level work must be the accumulation of countless failures."

"Although this conclusion speaks English 90.00% of the nine point nine people."

"But I'm sorry, I'm the [-]% person. I don't need to accumulate failures, and my actions are handed down from generation to generation."

This pretense is mighty and domineering.

Like thunderbolts, they came one after another.

These old men were at a loss.

Although they have been fighting each other all their lives.But I have never seen someone like Zhang Heng who does not follow the routine.

I don't understand the golden mean at all, and I will fight to the end.

However, Zhang Heng's fight to the end made Han Ben very happy.

At this moment, the white-haired old man suddenly recited the ancient prose.

"In the Ming Dynasty there was an ingenious man called Wang Shuyuan, who was able to use wood inches in diameter to form palaces, utensils, figures, and even birds, beasts, wood and stones, each with its own mood. cloud."

As soon as he finished reciting, the white-haired old man looked at Zhang Heng and asked, "Master Zhang, I think you should have heard this article?"

Zhang Heng nodded slightly and said: "I learned it when I was a child. Wei Xueyi's He Zhou Ji told about the carving of a boat on a walnut by a master sculptor."

"Well, now that you know it, it's easy to handle." The white-haired old man looked at Zhang Heng and said, "I also ask Master Zhang to enlighten me."

"This..." Zhang Heng took a deep breath.

The other old men immediately said: "What? Master Zhang, don't you say that you can't even carve nuclear boats?"

Zhang Heng shook his head slightly and said, "That's not what I mean, what I mean is that if you ask me for advice, at least show your work, otherwise how can I give you reviews?"

"Even if I'm awesome in your hearts, it's impossible for me to be so awesome."

The short-haired old man was about to say something when he was stopped by the white-haired old man.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a brocade box from his pocket.

"I'm old and not talented, I have indeed studied nuclear boats."

Brocade box opened.

A nuclear boat the size of a thumb appears.

The moment they saw the nuclear boat, many people gasped.

"Old Liu, is this the West Lake Nuclear Boat that won the special prize in the World Sculpture Contest last year?"

The white-haired old man called Liu Lao squinted his eyes and smiled without saying a word.

It's completely a state of looking down on the world.

At this moment, everyone was stunned.

Including Han Ben.

There is no other reason. The moment this work was unveiled last year, the audience exploded.

Other works are dimmed in an instant.

Because the gold award cannot set off its greatness, the organizer specially set up a special award.

"No wonder no one even took the trophy. It turned out to be your handwriting, Mr. Liu."

Old Liu smiled lightly.

"I just want those foreign devils to know the craftsmanship of our ancestors. I'm not interested in awards."

After finishing speaking, Liu Lao put the West Lake nuclear boat in front of Zhang Heng.

"Come on, Master Zhang, you're welcome."