Infinite Movie World

"Oh, also, he helped me find Zhou Qingquan and his son today, and I gave all my money to Zhou Qingquan. The father and son were wandering on the street. Fortunately, they met Afeng, otherwise Zhou Qingquan would have been beaten to death on the street. gone."

"That's all for this, I can't collect money from this apprentice."

Ye Wen explained incoherently.

Zhang Yongcheng looked at his husband softly, and smiled, "Husband, you are right, I was too anxious. It doesn't matter, I don't have any money today, let's work hard to earn money tomorrow, let's eat first."

"Yes, thank you, wife!" Ye Wen said hastily.

"By the way, how are Qingquan and the others doing?" Zhang Yongcheng asked.

"It's not very good, but Guangyao has already found a job in the newspaper office and paid the salary in advance. I believe they will get better and better."

"Well, that's good." Zhang Yongcheng nodded slightly.

The three buried their heads in their meals without saying a word.

At this time, there was a heavy knock on the door, and a middle-aged woman shouted in a sharp voice: "Mr. Ye, Mrs. Ye! It's time to pay the rent!"

Ye Wen was about to stand up and open the door when Zhang Yongcheng pulled him back.

Zhang Yongcheng frowned and shook his head, and said in a low voice, "We don't have money, so we can't open the door."

A hint of helplessness and pain appeared on Ye Wen's face.

A penny beats a hero.

Back then, he was the son of a wealthy Fushan, not only rich, but also possessed unique skills.

Who would have thought that after a war, there would be nothing left, and now the family and their families are living in this strange place of the airport, and they can't even pay the rent.

Zhang Yongcheng pinched the back of Ye Wen's hand a little harder to show comfort.

They have been married for many years, many behaviors do not need to be communicated with words, a look is enough to represent.

The renter knocked on the door for a while, but seeing no answer from inside, she walked away cursing.

Zhang Yongcheng chuckled, "Okay, the landlady probably won't come tonight, but looking at it like this, she probably won't come tomorrow alone."

Ye Wen sighed and said, "The rent is 30 Hong Kong dollars. How can we get it together in one day?"

Xu Feng pondered for a while, "Master, Master Wife, leave this matter to me."

"You?" Zhang Yongcheng looked at Xufeng suspiciously, only thinking that he was young and frivolous, so he smiled lightly, "You don't even have a place to live and sleep, what do you use to earn 30 yuan a day?"

Xufeng smiled and said: "Master, don't worry about it, anyway, I can do it."

Zhang Yongcheng said with a smile: "Okay, if you can make it, I will make meat dishes and seafood for you, Mrs. Mistress, and I will also treat you to drink."

Xufeng laughed and said, "It's a deal, Master!"

Ye Wen quickly grabbed Xufeng, and said in a low voice: "Afeng, your mistress usually hates men who don't talk too much. If you can't do it, don't make promises!"

Xufeng smiled and said: "Master, you can sleep peacefully, money will be delivered to your door tomorrow morning. Oh, by the way, lend me some paper and pen, and the key to the rooftop martial arts school. I will be on the rooftop today asleep."

Ye Wen frowned and said, "How can I do that? The roof is too simple, there is not even a bed board."

"It's okay, it's better than a shack." Xufeng smiled optimistically.

Ye Wen sighed for a long time, "Afeng, following a master like me is really hard for you."

Hearing this, Zhang Yongcheng carried a quilt, and said with a sorry face: "Afeng, our rented room is too small, so I can only wrong you to go to the martial arts hall to make up for it."

"Thank you, Mistress." Xufeng took the quilt, bowed slightly to Zhang Yongcheng and Ye Wen, then gently opened the door of the rental house, and slipped out like a thief.

Alas, the hero is short of breath.

Chapter 155 False Advertising

Xufeng didn't rush to the top and promised to help Zhang Yongcheng make money.

He found out that Mrs. Zhang Yongcheng is a very smart woman, and if she wants to gain the recognition of a smart woman, she can't just call "Mrs. Mrs." twice.

After all, Zhang Yongcheng is not Thirteenth Aunt.

What's more, for Xufeng himself, making money is also very important. If Ye Wen has no money to support his life, then his journey of learning Wing Chun will come to an end, let alone the Western boxing champion. The race is on.

Holding the thin quilt, Xufeng walked briskly all the way, thinking hard about ways to make money.

When renting out the house, he actually had a general idea, but he hadn't perfected the details yet.

If you want to make money quickly in the airport, you can't use ordinary methods.

Ye Wen is a master of a generation, and Wing Chun is also a truly powerful martial art, so Xufeng's main idea is to help Ye Wen accept apprentices.

Ip Man had never been in business, let alone advertised, he just rented a rooftop and waited for his apprentices.

If this is in Fushan, it is guaranteed to crowd the gate.

But it's a pity that this is an unfamiliar port, and no one knows who Ip Man is, let alone Wing Chun.

Therefore, the first thing Xufeng has to do is to help Ye Wen advertise, and it is an advertisement that does not take an unusual path.

After Xufeng returned to the Tiantai martial arts hall, he casually put the thin quilt aside, took out a pen and paper to write and draw.

After writing for the last half of the night, fifty "advertising posters" were finally completed.

According to the image of "Yan Wing Chun" in his mind, he drew a woman playing Wing Chun, and added the words beside it: "If you win Wing Chun, you will receive 100 Hong Kong dollars. If you lose to Wing Chun, learn from a teacher." Art, only 10 Hong Kong dollars per month."

There is also a line of small characters on the back: "10 Hong Kong dollars, you can't buy it to lose money, and you can't be fooled! If you win, you will get 100 yuan, if you lose, you can learn top martial arts! What are you waiting for if you like martial arts? Come to the rooftop martial arts gym on the xx floor of xx street!"

There was no copier in this era, and Xufeng had to write fifty advertising posters by hand.

After finally finishing writing, Xufeng stood up, stretched, and rubbed his blood-red eyes.

After a short rest, Xufeng took the advertising posters and went to the places with the most pedestrians during the day, and posted the posters on the walls of the streets.

After all the postings were done, the sky was already getting brighter.

Only then did Xufeng yawn, and returned exhausted to the rooftop martial arts gym, hugging the thin quilt, fell asleep soundly.

"Afeng, Afeng!"

Xufeng opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Ye Wen looking at him with concern, and when he looked again, it was already bright outside.

"Master, good morning."

"Afeng, are you okay? I don't think you look very good." Ye Wen asked with concern; "Are you worried about the promise you made with your teacher yesterday? Sigh, 30 Hong Kong dollars a day, that's enough. It’s not a small amount, and now a journeyman coolie on the dock can only earn three Hong Kong dollars a day.”