Before Chen Zikun was defeated by Yu Zhui, Xu Guodong still had the idea of taking him as a bodyguard. He calculated carefully and planned to shoot his gun to warn Yu Zhui just before he delivered the fatal blow, saving Chen Zikun from Yu's fist and making him owe him a favor, after which everything would fall into place.

  But what happened next left him stunned, this kid actually defeated the invincible Yu Zhan Kui of the capital city. Such a figure, how could he deign to be a bodyguard for a police chief?

  So Xu Guodong didn't make any unreasonable demands, but instead left a business card and walked away. Making friends is a lifelong thing, there's plenty of time, no need to rush.

  The police chief left, and the atmosphere became lively again. A group of young martial artists gathered around Chen Zikun, vying to talk to him, for he was now a hero in Beijing's martial arts circle!

  Those older martial arts seniors didn't want to come and get close to a young whippersnapper, but they also didn't stop their younger disciples from joining in the fun. After all, as the saying goes, "days are long" - there's plenty of time to slowly deal with things.

  Chen Zikong was also straightforward, his loud voice exceptionally clear today: "One by one, Zhengyang Building Restaurant, I'm treating!"

  Baoqing, Xiaoshunzi and Zhao Jiayong were all smiles as they surrounded Chen Zikun, triumphant like a hero. Zhao Dahai was sent to the Huashi Hospital for treatment, where he was diagnosed with a broken rib and varying degrees of internal injuries, but his physical condition was excellent, and after a period of rest, he should be fine.

  The celebratory banquet was indeed set up at Zhengyang Building Restaurant, with ten tables of fine wine and dishes. This is one of Beijing's top-rated restaurants, with authentic flavors and prices to match - the minimum charge per person is two silver dollars, a price that would have been unimaginable for Xiao Shunzi and his friends in the past. Today, they were able to enjoy this luxury thanks to Chen Zikun's influence.

  Everyone present was a friend from the martial arts world, and they all offered Chen Zikun wine, also asking about his family background and lineage. Chen Zikun brushed them off with vague responses, and after a night of heavy drinking, many people passed out. When it was time to settle the bill at the counter, the waiter told Chen Zikun that someone had already taken care of it.

  "Who will pay? Why didn't you tell me?" Chen Zikun was puzzled.

  The shopkeeper smiled and said: "There are many people who want to settle accounts with you. Just now they almost fought on the counter."

  "What's so rare about this?"

  "You can't, you can finally hold your head high in front of your Beijing Wushu friends today. Don't mention taking care of the bill for you, I reckon there will be even more people coming to ask you to teach them martial arts, no wonder they'll have to queue from the front gate all the way to Tiantan." The shop assistant's words were quite sarcastic, but they were all true.

  "Heh heh, being famous is great!" Chen Zikun said with a smile as he walked away, picking his teeth.

  Returning to the big mixed courtyard, there was indeed a group of young men gathered at the door. When they saw Chen Zikun coming over, they suddenly knelt down on the ground, calling out "Master has taken in an apprentice", which startled Chen Zikun.

  "Get up, this is what I'm saying, honestly speaking, I only know how to fight, not teach people."

  Young men insisted: "No problem, we don't have to learn from you, just let us call you our teacher."

  He's just pretending to be a big shot, this kind of behavior is unbearable. Chen Zikun feigned anger and said: "All of you get out, I don't want any disciples."

  The young men quickly scrambled to their feet and ran away with a smile, as if it was normal for the master to scold them and unusual if he didn't.

  When he returned home, it was already dark and very cold. Xing Er had been waiting in the yard all along, and as soon as she saw Chen Zi Kun enter, she quickly went back to the house, fetched a basin of hot water, wrung out a towel and handed it to him to wipe his face.

  Chen Zikun wasn't a fool, he knew what Xing'er was thinking, but his heart was with Lin Wenjing, so how could he make a move on Baoqing's crush? He wiped his face randomly and said vaguely: "I've had too much to drink, I'm going back to rest."

  But where to go, Xiao Shunzi is on night shift at Liu Guo Restaurant, Yan Hong can't sleep, Baoqing went to Xiangshan to pick up Dr. Stanley and isn't home either, Zhao Da Hai was injured, it's not good to bother others again.

  Always living in a compound house is not a good thing, I have to buy my own house.

  That night, he slept with Guo'er. After a night of squeezing together, Chen Zikun got up early and reviewed the fist techniques and footwork from yesterday in the courtyard. He vaguely remembered learning martial arts from his master, but couldn't recall the specific scenes no matter how hard he tried. However, he could still remember every move and style, and the only thing he could recall was the name of that one mesmerizing footwork: Foshan Wuying Foot.

  At eight o'clock, Xiao Shunzi and Baoqing returned, and everyone gathered together to discuss how to spend the 500 silver dollars.

  "As I said, first buy a house, then buy a storefront to collect rent, marry a wife, and put the rest in Citibank to earn interest, it's better than anything." Baoqing said calmly.

  Xiao Shunzi sneered, "You think you can buy a house and a shop with 500 yuan? Even in Baoding Prefecture, it's not that cheap. In my opinion, first go to Liu Guo Restaurant to rent a room, then get a decent set of clothes, Ma Juyuan's hat, Rui Fu Xiang's satin jacket, Neilian Sheng's shoes, and go to the Eight Great Hutongs to open your eyes."

  "Stop!" Baoqing interrupted Xiaoshunzi's endless chatter, asking: "Six Nations Restaurant, Eight Great Hutongs, are you trying to lead the gang into a fire pit? Is that where ordinary people like us go? Even golden mountains and silver mountains can't withstand that kind of expense."

  Xiao Shunzi said, "Baoqing, you don't understand. The Liu Guo restaurant is a place where high-society people come and go. With my skills and bravery, I can definitely make friends with some wealthy people. With the help of these wealthy people, I won't have to worry about not having money to spend."

  Baoqing said nothing but he was depressed and said: "If Da Hai Ge were here, he would definitely know how to spend this money."

  Chen Zikong said, "Actually, both of you are right. This sum of money is not too much or too little. It's best to use it as seed money. I plan to buy a few foreign cars and start a car factory. Gradually, the business will grow. When you two have nothing to do, you can also help me out."

  When he heard about the rickshaws, Baoqing's eyes lit up: "This is a good idea. Five hundred yuan can buy five rickshaws. The business may be small, but it's also profitable. I think it's okay."

  Xiao Shunzi also said: "This business can be done, buying Dong Fuxing's car, it must be brand new. The six countries' restaurant door is lined up in a row, I'll take care of it for you, the business will definitely be good, Kunzi, you have a long-term vision."

  Chen Zikun scratched his head and chuckled to himself, knowing that the main purpose of opening a driving school was to create an opportunity for himself to get close to Lin Wenjing by pulling a rickshaw, but this little thought must not be known to his brothers, or else he would be laughed to death.

  "Anyway, a driving school needs to have a place, our big courtyard is not suitable, at least a small quadrangle courtyard, this cost is not small." Baoqing frowned again.

  Xiao Shunzi's mind was quite bright: "Think of a way, nowadays there are many empty houses in Beijing, with 300-500 yuan you can buy a decent three-room courtyard house in the outer city, if we can't afford to buy it, we can rent it first."

  Chen Zikun said: "The house is not urgent, the car must be bought first. Xiao Shunzi, what did you just say about Dong Fuxing? Is their family's car the best?"

  Bao Qing said, "This I'm familiar with. If you want the best, then it's got to be the foreign-style carriage from the Xi Fu Xing household on the west side of Hu Bao Bridge. That's a real deal! The steel parts are great, and even if you pull it until the wheels fall off, it won't get loose. The copper and lacquer work is also top-notch. Their carriages are different from others - they have both square and round shapes, and come in purple and black colors. The carriage and handrails are all carved with flowers. Of course, the price is also higher, at least 30% more expensive than Dong Fu Xing, Qi Shun, and Shuang He Shun."

  As soon as he said this, Chen Zikun immediately thought of Xu Erla's car, which was a purple carriage.

  "Doesn't Xifostar's car often come to the mansion?" he asked.

  Bao Qing slapped his thigh: "Right, such a good car, the factory can't afford it, they're all bought by officials and used by themselves. With a copper plate issued by the Municipal Bureau on the back, that's what I call style."

  Chen Zikun said: "Then buy a Xifostar car, buy a purple one, and add two more headlights, shining brightly at night."

  Baoqing said: "Then match two electric stone lamps, guaranteed to be bright."

  "Two cups are not enough, four cups!" Chen Zikong said with a decisive tone.

  Chen Zikong's style was decisive and efficient, saying buy it then bought it, handing over 500 silver dollars to Baoqing to purchase the vehicle. He went alone to the entrance of Fayuan Temple, wanting to find Hu Banshan again to calculate his own life, but no matter how hard he looked, he couldn't see Hu Banshan's shadow anywhere. He asked the vendors nearby, and they told him that the fortune teller had set up a stall here for just one day and never appeared again.

  This matter is a bit suspicious, could it be that Hu Banzhen is specifically waiting for himself at the entrance of Fayuan Temple?

  Chen Zikun was at a loss, suddenly remembering that he had forgotten to go to Gu Hongming's house for class yesterday. He rushed to Chuntian Hutong and was scolded by Professor Gu. As punishment, today's homework was especially heavy, requiring him to memorize 200 words, plus complicated Latin grammar that made his eyes dizzy.

  Chen Zikun received the goods as listed, still with a photographic memory. Gu Hongming was very interested in him and asked him many questions. The old man was a recluse, so Chen Zikun had nothing to hide from him.

  "Professor Gu, to be honest with you, I have a foundation in this area, it's not difficult for me to learn."

  "What? How can you say that?"

  "I used to study French and Russian with an old baron, and I have a solid foundation in foreign languages."

  Kung Hsiang-hsi was very interested and immediately conversed with him in French, Chen Tzu-ch'iang responding fluently.

  "Hmm, interesting, but the pronunciation isn't quite native, has a bit of a 'red-cooked soup' flavor." Gu Hongming stroked his beard and smiled.

  French was a common language in the upper class of Russia, and correspondence in French was fashionable. Since Chen Zikun's French teacher was a Russian baron, it is reasonable that his accent had a bit of a Russian flavor.

  Gu Hongming patiently corrected Chen Zikun's pronunciation, teaching him to speak with a genuine Parisian accent. Chen Zikun made rapid progress, astonishing everyone.

  Any teacher who encounters such a talented student will be as happy as if they had found a treasure, and even when the servant comes to report that there is a visitor, Gu Hongming unhesitatingly asks to be excused due to illness, completely absorbed in the joy of teaching and educating.

  Unconsciously, it was already late, Gu Hongming said: "Why don't you stay for dinner? After dinner, I'd like to ask you some questions about Russian."

  Chen Zikun pushed it away: "When can't we eat? I still have to go to Professor Liu's house for class."

  Gu Hongming burst out laughing, as it was always others who asked him to dine together, and he never thought that a rickshaw puller would actually decline his invitation.

  It's interesting.

  "I won't keep you then, come again tomorrow afternoon, or we'll be strangers." said Gu Hongming.

  After leaving the Tiantan Hutong, Chen Zikun went to Liu Shipei's home and studied Chinese for half an hour in Professor Liu's coughing voice. After saying goodbye, it was almost time to close the city gate.

  Hurry back home, just entering the courtyard was stunned, in the yard there were four brand new shiny foreign cars, steel spokes shining brightly, slender neck copper trumpet flashing golden light under the sunset, a purple round car body, carved flower handlebars, compared to those foreign cars on the street, it's simply a swan among ducks.

  Baoqing and Xiaoshunzi smiled at him with their eyes shining brightly.

  "How's that, stylish and impressive, right? One hundred twenty-one vehicles, the water at Baoqingkou has all been splashed away, and they even gave a discount of ten yuan." said Xiao Shunzi.

  Chen Zikong said: "Alright, let's give Baoqing a credit in the merit book."

  "What's our car factory called?"

  Chen Zikong saw the sunset shining on the purple carved flower car, with a auspicious cloud-like light, and said: "Let's call it Purple Light Car Factory."