Zhou Jiarui's last sentence touched Liu Yanzhi. If you want to give your son the best education, you have to rely on fake foreigners like Jerry Zhou. St. John's University is almost the best university in China, a church school, and teaching in all English, which is not something that ordinary students can enter.

"Okay, those who don't know are not guilty. Your head will be placed on your neck for the time being. How long it can be stored depends on your performance." Liu Yanzhi snorted coldly and sat on the rocking chair.

A bodyguard asked outside the house: "Master, is there anything wrong with me?"

"It's okay, you guys go down." Zhou Jiarui hurriedly sent them. If the thieves and kidnappers came, he would definitely not do this, but the traversers came. God knows how advanced their technological level has reached, and they can actually bend metals from a distance. This energy is too powerful, and there is no way out for confrontation, so they can only seek peace.

The bodyguards were extremely suspicious, but they still stepped down. They clearly saw silhouettes of other people in the room, but the master did not speak, and they did not dare to do anything randomly.

"Mr. Chen, please smoke a cigar first to suppress your shock." Zhou Jiarui presented Luzon cigars and matches, and then took a bottle of expensive brandy from the cabinet.

"I didn't have enough money for you last time. Let's do this. I'll give you some traveler's checks. You can use them in a civilized place all over the world. In addition, I'll prepare 10,000 pounds and 10,000 US dollars in cash. The silver dollar is too heavy, so I won't prepare it for you. By the way, do you need self-defense weapons? Although you are good at your skills, sometimes weapons play a deterrent role. I have a new imported Mauser pistol here, so I'll get you a few."

Liu Yan nodded, very satisfied with Zhou Jiarui's attitude. These days, the pound and the US dollar are both hard currency. Ten thousand pounds and 10,000 US dollars are quite a huge sum of money. You can buy big houses all over the world and sit in first class long-distance luxury cruise ships. Even if you are compradors of foreign companies, this is not a small amount.

"I'll take a boat to Hong Kong tomorrow, you can arrange it." Liu Yan said straight, turned around and jumped out of the window and disappeared.

Zhou Jiarui wiped his cold sweat and immediately asked someone to prepare the things he had promised just now.

The next day, Liu Yanzhi visited again. Zhou Jiarui presented first-class boat tickets, two bundles of cash, a traveler's check worth 20,000 pounds, two Mauser C96 automatic pistols and a Mauser palm thunder mini pistol, five boxes of bullets, two sets of foreign clothes and two pairs of leather shoes. They were all ready-to-wear now, but they were very suitable for Chen Yongren's figure.

"Not bad, I'm pretty attentive." Liu Yanzhi asked someone to take these into his suitcase, turned around and left, Zhou Jiarui personally saw them off, and when he walked to the gate, Liu Yanzhi suddenly asked, "By the way, where is Shen Xiaohong?"

Zhou Jiarui was speechless. In order to marry Sheng Xuanhuai's distant niece, he dumped the school book at the Bookstore. This matter was not very glorious.

"You kid, your conscience is eaten by a dog. Shen Xiaohong treats you very well." Liu Yan blamed him directly.

"Later I tried to contact her, but I could never find her again." Zhou Jiarui defended herself, "This woman is too hearted and always wants to be a full house. I am a fifth-rank official in the court..."

"Okay, okay, I don't care about your messy things. When I come back, the child will go to St. John."

"It must be certain, a gossip." Zhou Jiarui nodded and bowed, sent the plague god away, wiped his sweat, and was exhausted.

...

Liu Yanzhi took Xiao Chen Zikun to Hong Kong on the British cruise ship Queen Mary. The child was no longer interested in sailing at sea. He kept pestering Liu Yanzhi to learn kung fu on the journey. Liu Yanzhi said that you can't learn these kung fu, so look back and find some Nanquan masters for you.

A few days later, the cruise ship arrived at Victoria Harbor, Hong Kong. The father and son were wandering in Hong Kong for several days and traveled. Hong Kong at the beginning of the century was not yet developed, much worse than Shanghai, the largest metropolis in the Far East.

When Xiao Chen Zikun saw the Hong Kong British flag flying over Hong Kong Island, he couldn't help but wonder: "Uncle, have we arrived in the UK?"

Liu Yan said straight: "This was the territory of the Qing Dynasty, but now it is a British colony."

"What is a colony?" Xiao Chen Zikun was puzzled.

Liu Yanzhi can't use Baidu without a computer, so he can only explain it to his son based on his own understanding.

"Hong Kong used to be a fishing village, but it had excellent deep-water ports. It was attracted by the British. After fighting several battles with the Qing Dynasty, they won all of them. They ceded the island. The Chinese on the island were neither the people of the Qing Dynasty nor the British Empire, but only second-class citizens of the colonies."

"Then why didn't they resist?" Xiao Chen Zikun waved his fist angrily, "Try your life with the British! Just like the Americans, you are independent."

"Little guy, I know a lot. The United States was indeed a British colony before, but Hong Kong is different. Hong Kong people would rather be second-class citizens of the British than be a citizen of the Qing Dynasty. As the saying goes, the country does not know that there are people, and the people does not know that there are countries. During the Opium War, the people saw the British and Qing troops fighting, so they should watch the fun..."

"What is the Opium War?" Xiao Chen Zikun has endless questions.

"It's a long story, there is a plant called poppy..." Liu Yanzhi suddenly thought that this was an excellent opportunity to educate his son, so he told the story in a casual way. Xiao Chen Zikun was fascinated by listening and pestered his uncle to tell historical stories all day long.

Three days later, the trip to Hong Kong ended, and the father and son headed north along Lingdingyang by boat. Liu Yanzhi had to tell the story of Wen Tianxiang again. When he told Wen Tianxiang that he had written the poems of eternality, Chen Zikun was moved to tears and asked him: "Did that bad guy kill Wen Tianxiang?"

"The bad guy wanted to surrender Wen Tianxiang, but failed. A hero rescued Wen Tianxiang and returned to the Song army's camp in Yashan. A few days later, the Song and Yuan navy fought fiercely in the Yashan sea. The Song army initially had a disadvantage. Later, the emperor took the lead and launched a decisive charge. The Song army was inspired and finally defeated Zhang Hongfan, and then recovered Guangzhou and Quanzhou, retreated to Taiwan..."

He spoke so vigorously, and Xiao Chen Zikun was excited to hear it, but a middle-aged man dressed in a literati next to him laughed: "Brother, are you telling a storyteller?"

"What, what I said is wrong?" Liu Yan was stunned.

"Wen Tianxiang is indeed a patriot who has left his name in history, but he was not rescued. Instead, he died in Dadu two years later. The Song army did not survive in a desperate situation, but was destroyed in Yashan. Those stories were made up by Brother Tai, but I liked them very much." Middle-aged smiled and walked away.

Liu Yanzhi didn't understand. This was obviously something he had experienced personally, but why didn't he happen here? Perhaps Professor Dang could explain these questions, but he couldn't understand them.

When the boat arrived in Guangzhou, Liu Yanzhi took his son off the boat. He first tasted various delicacies from Guangzhou Prefecture. He played for two days before going to the beating clinic "Baozhilin" on Ren'an Street to find Huang Feihong to learn from his master.

There was someone in Baozhilin who was receiving it. When he heard that the guest was looking for Master Huang, he said that Master Huang had gone to Foshan. Liu Yanzhi asked where he went to Foshan, and the man proudly said, "Master has gone to Liang Zan to learn about martial arts."

Liang Zan is a famous martial arts master, the master of Ip Man, and the great master of Wing Chun. Liu Yanzhi thought to himself, just worshiped him, so he spent money to hire a carriage to go straight to Foshan.

Zanshengtang in Chopstick Street, Foshan is a place where Liang Zan practices medicine and accepts disciples. It is known from afar. Liu Yanzhi came to him without any effort. It was better to come sooner than he could have come. There was a competition in the clinic.

The two martial arts masters first compete in the bridge hands according to the rules of the martial arts competition. This is the hard skill in southern fist. They pay attention to iron horses and hard bridges. They can make the forearm as hard as steel. Sometimes when they meet a second-rate opponent, a bridge hand can break the opponent's arm.

Liu Yanzhi did not know Liang Zan, nor did he know Huang Feihong. He saw that one of the two was tall, almost 1.9 meters tall, which was extremely rare among Guangdong people. He occupied the advantage of height and weight. It was not worthy of pride to be able to defeat the other party. Instead, the other party's skills were very extraordinary.

At the end of the game, the tall and powerful man barely won, and then he competed for the palm technique, and the taller one won again. Liu Yanzhi asked Xiao Chen Zikun: "Who do you think is great?"

"He is amazing." Xiao Chen Zikun pointed to another person and said.

The child was loud, and the onlookers and the two contestants in the competition turned their heads and looked at each other, with different expressions.

Xiao Chen Zikun said loudly without fear: "It is unfair to bully the short one."

The shorter one laughed: "It's okay, I, Huang Feihong, can afford to lose."
Chapter completed!