Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 20 Martial Arts Department

After hanging up the phone, Liu Qinghe seemed like a different person, greeting everyone with a friendly smile:

"Ahem, Mr. Huang."

"Could you show me the video you recorded on your phone again?"

"Rest assured, the capital city is by no means a lawless place."

"We will definitely act impartially."

"I'll keep it myself, you can just make do with it." Wang Xiaoxian opened the video, but didn't dare to give it to him.

If the phone falls into the hands of these guys, the videos might be lost.

Liu Qinghe gave an awkward smile and leaned over to take a symbolic look.

He turned around and, with a stern face, reprimanded Ji Wenjin:

"Ji Wenjin, we're the kind of people who pee standing up."

"You sign a contract with someone to fight in the ring, and if you lose, you call a mob to beat them up. That's so petty."

"Their evidence is irrefutable."

"You were the ones who extorted and threatened them first. According to the law, they were acting in self-defense."

"This constitutes disorderly conduct and illegal infringement."

"Apologize to the victim right now!"

Ji Wenjin and his group were stunned.

Seeing Liu Qinghe wink at him, he knew he had messed with someone, and quickly apologized:

"Brother Huang, Brother Hong, I was also enraged and lost my composure for a moment."

"We are all martial arts practitioners, so we hope you two will be magnanimous and forgive us."

Hong Jie laughed: "For an apology to be effective, what's the point of... Brother Huang's friend?"

"Ji Wenjin, under the guise of traditional martial arts, has secretly harmed countless people."

"Brother Huang and I won today."

"If they had lost, they'd probably be lying in the hospital right now."

"No, we also have to compensate them for their reputational damage and medical expenses," Zhou Baidao added, squinting his astigmatic eyes as he took off his glasses.

"Old Huang, Old Hong, you're all from the same circle, this isn't very nice of you two," Ji Wenjin said, trying to smooth things over and build rapport.

"Don't."

"I practice Bajiquan, he practices Iron Palm; we are both traditional Chinese martial arts. You are a boxing 'master,' we are not from the same school."

"If that's the case, I'd rather smash it up than eat from the same pot as you."

Huang Tian was extremely annoyed with him.

As he spoke, he reached for his phone to make another call.

"No, no!"

"Mr. Huang, I will definitely report this matter to the branch office. In addition, I will cooperate with the industry and commerce bureau, tax bureau, and fire department to investigate the martial arts school's qualifications and business operations."

"From now on, you are not allowed to leave Beijing and must cooperate with the investigation at any time."

Captain Liu pointed to Ji Wenjin and his group.

"No, Lao Liu!" Ji Wenjin panicked.

"Old Liu, who are you calling, Old Liu?"

"During working hours, you're called by your job title, Captain Liu, Officer Liu."

Liu Qinghe scolded.

"yes!"

Ji Wenjin nodded quickly.

For Liu Qinghe to act this way, Huang Tiandu's friend must be an important figure in the department, a big shot. He's really messed up today.

"Can we go now?" Huang Tiandu asked.

"sure."

"However, I would appreciate it if you could send someone to our place to make a statement," Liu Qinghe said respectfully with a smile.

"Huang Tao, you can go now."

"Brother Hong, let's go."

Huang Tiandu spat on the ground, glared at Ji Wenjin, and then the group left on their own.

……

The next day.

In Wucheng, the gates of the Hong Family Martial Arts School were tightly closed.

The two figures, like raging bulls, collided violently, their roars mingling.

One is Bajiquan.

One is the Cannon Fist.

They are all explosive "demolitionists"!

Boom!

The two fought back and forth, their blows landing hard and revealing their true skill.

The collision of strength and muscles produced a dull thud.

boom!

Just a moment!

The figures separated.

Hong Jie flew horizontally for about ten feet, then rolled twice backwards on the ground to dissipate the force, kneeling on one knee and panting heavily.

"I'm not fighting anymore, I'm not fighting anymore."

"If you hit me again, you'll cripple me."

"Ha ha!"

"happy!"

"I have traveled all over the country and met with many famous people. People with real skills like you are extremely rare."

"stand up!"

Huang Tiandu was covered in sweat and reached out his big hand to help Hong Jie up.

"Big brother's Bajiquan is really fierce, no wonder he is not afraid of boxers."

"My half-baked cannon fist technique is just a waste of time and energy!"

When the two arrived at the tea table, Hongjie poured his father's fine wine, and the two clinked glasses, as if they were old friends who had met too late.

"My brother is too modest."

"There are thousands of martial arts, but there are only a few self-defense techniques."

"I learned martial arts from my father since I was a child. Apart from seeing a master named Yan who wore iron shirt and a Shaolin bronze monk in eastern Shandong when I was young."

"Others who can master protective hard skills are extremely rare."

"Only those who can withstand hardship and survive will have the opportunity to contribute."

Huang Tiandu's heartfelt sentiments.

"What I admire even more is that you've cultivated internal energy at such a young age, and it's so pure. It's truly enviable." He paused, then said with envy.

"Does elder brother know about internal energy?"

"What I mean is... does internal energy really exist in this world?"

Hong Jie's heart skipped a beat.

"certainly."

"Do you know who I called in Beijing yesterday?" Huang Tiandu asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"He must be really impressive, at least a branch bureau chief, otherwise he wouldn't have scared Liu Qinghe like that," Hong Jie laughed.

"I'm looking for a friend at the Museum of Literature and History," Huang Tiandu said.

"The Museum of Literature and History?"

"It doesn't seem like a very important department." Hong Jie knew that Huang Tian was a straightforward person who would say whatever came to mind.

"Ha ha!"

Huang Tiandu burst into laughter: "When I first met them, I was just as confused as you are now."

"But don't underestimate this insignificant government office."

"Most departments in the Institute of Literature and History do indeed manage cultural and historical materials, but you have to see which aspect of culture they are in charge of."

"My friend's department specializes in traditional martial arts, qigong, and the like."

"Abbreviated as Martial Arts Department".

"It sounds like a department that collects books on traditional martial arts and qigong," Hong Jie said.

"This is only the smallest part of their work."

Huang Tiandu's smile vanished, and he became serious:

"Most of the time, the Martial Arts Department manages people."

"To put it another way, you know Xu Zhengyang, the bodyguard from Zhongnanhai played by Li Jie, right? The files of people like them must be reviewed and supervised by the Military Affairs Department."

"In other words, those who can be promoted to the martial arts category are definitely not ordinary people."

He took a sip of his drink and continued:

"In addition, the Martial Arts category specifically targets the use of martial arts to break the law, including special qigong or mysterious technology, products of genetic mutation, etc."

"It mainly refers to things like killing with flying needles, being invulnerable to knives and bullets, and catching bullets with bare hands."

"It's not some kind of snake appearing from an empty basin or a wall-penetrating technique."

Do you know anything about the early 1990s?

"Brother, brother, let's hold off for a bit." Hong Jie, who knew the proper etiquette, quickly stopped him, saying with deep concern, "If you tell me this, I'm afraid someone will kill me later."

"Do I look like I have a big mouth to you?" Huang Tiandu asked seriously.

"I understand, you've taken a liking to my martial arts prodigy," Hong Jie said.

Huang Tiandu smiled and got back to the main topic:

"In the early 1990s, the reform and opening up began to show results."

"With openness comes a flourishing of diverse ideas, and all sorts of unorthodox and unorthodox practices have emerged from the nooks and crannies."

"If you knew about that period, you'd know that qigong craze, cults, scams, and tomb raiders were rampant!"

"And the last glimmer of traditional martial arts disappeared from that time onward."

"Not to mention anything else, Wanyou Martial Arts School and various martial arts classes are all kinds of things."

"You're a Gen Z, you probably haven't seen those exaggerated TV shows with scenes like chicken legs being pulled out of a frying pan or cars running over stone slabs on chests."

"There were also Shaolin martial monk troupes that went to the countryside, carrying long spears around their necks and steel nails in their wrists, selling liniments and medicinal wines."

"I'm a generation older than you, born at the tail end of the 80s, and I was fortunate enough to meet you when we were kids."

Looking back, a hint of regret appeared on Huang Tiandu's face.

That was the most frenetic, and also the most fascinating era.

"I've heard my father and Chairman Su mention it," Hong Jie nodded.

"And then?"

He poured more wine for Huang Tiandu.

……