Chapter 541 Exaggeration

Two flowers bloomed, each with a branch. While Xue Rang was waiting for Alex's surveillance video, Mr. Xue also took his subordinates to Baihutang fiercely. He knew that he was going to play a play for the Golden Knight. If he wanted to expose the guy hidden around him, he must be dedicated and not show any feet. Therefore, although he already knew that Bai Hutang was innocent, he still said to himself in his heart: Man Hu, I'm sorry!

Man Hu has been very unhappy recently. As a teacher of Baihu Academy, he feels that life is simply impossible. Originally, a martial artist who practiced vigorous diamond claws became a teacher who taught Han culture, and called Manhu a little aggrieved. Recently, Xu Fatty in Xuanwu Hall obeyed Xue Rang, which made Manhu feel worse. It seems that a wild tiger is not a tiger. His name is Luo Huahu, and he is a glorious human soul engineer.

In the new century, the development of science and technology has made people's lives changing with each passing day, and the underworld is becoming more and more difficult. Especially in a foreign international metropolis like Las Vegas, who dares to blatantly say that he is a gangster will definitely be invited to the office for tea by the gentlemen with medals on their shoulders. Therefore, even if it's just for a good-looking face, no matter how powerful the hero is, he has to change his appearance. He works part-time and other jobs to block other people's mouths. There is a way to open a company, just like the count and Blackwater, and those who have the capital to do gambling halls and clubs. Da Jin Lao and Xue Rang are the best examples. They have no money and no power, just like him, Luo Huahu and For Fatty Xu, the only thing he can do is open a martial arts hall and a restaurant.

The most annoying thing is that although this country is a country of great national integration, the people in this city are still very exclusive, especially the hard-working Chinese kung fu, which is often not popular with ordinary people here. Maybe some people occasionally change their diet for the sake of appetite and go to a Chinese restaurant, but no one wants to walk when they are bored. Therefore, without being the head teacher of the martial arts school for two days, Luo Huahu became a teacher in Baihu Academy, specializing in teaching Han Sinology. Although there are not many people interested in inheriting 5,000 years of Chinese culture, the annual registration fee is enough to make Luo Huahu not hungry.

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"Mr. Luo, see you next week!"

"See you on Saturday, pay attention to safety!"

"Hi, Luo, your calligraphy is great, but I still don't understand something."

"I have the post here. Ryan, you can go back and practice more!"

"Luo, Wednesday is my sister's birthday. Can you come to the party?"

"I will definitely be there. Thank you, Julia!"

Taking away the last enthusiastic student, the shadow of the taxi disappeared under the distant street lamp, and Luo Huahu suddenly felt a little sad. From afar, this is an elegant young man. He is tall, slender and does not look weak. His face is a little pale, but no one knows how explosive his vigorous body is under this refreshing Hanfu!

Las Vegas at night, with bright lights, prosperity and tranquility intertwined in the corners of the city, turning into an exotic atmosphere with a special style. The back looked a little lonely. The young man in Hanfu sighed, and the cool breeze took away the laughter of several naughty students and left the loneliness of a Han martial artist.

"Life is getting worse and worse!"

After touching his stiff hand, Luo Huahu frowned and said that it was a college. In fact, it was a cram school for teaching Chinese culture. The registration of cram school depends on the interests of others. In Las Vegas, a fast-paced metropolis, there are many citizens who are interested in China, but there are definitely not many people who can stick to it. The cram school is held once a week and once every Saturday night. After leaving the homework, it will be handed in next week. Naturally, students are also welcome to come and communicate. It is busy and fulfilling. This is Luo Huahu's life in Las Vegas.

Unfortunately, as one of the four ancient civilizations of mankind, the Chinese civilization has a long history, extensive and profound, and there are not many foreigners who can learn and enjoy it. Modern times are too impetuous and too realistic. A momentary interest may allow young people to enter here, but after three or two months of study, they still choose to stay, and there is no one. Luo Huahu's cram school has persisted until now in this embarrassing situation, and the reason why he sighed is that he feels that even such a poor but fulfilling life will not last long. Xue Rang recovered Xuanwutang, and there is no reason to ignore Baihutang.

Young people, always so pompous. Maybe when you wake up tomorrow, the little dragon king will smash the door of the college with more than a dozen hoodlums...

Luo Huahu expected to open his mouth, but did not guess the ending. He did not wait for the news that Xue Rang came with his subordinates, but waited for a phone call. Not long after the taxi dragged the dark shadow and disappeared into the night, the Motorola phone in his pocket came.

"Hey, this is Baihu Academy. Who are you?" The old Motorola did not have a caller ID, and Luo Huahu asked doubtfully.

"Hey, hello, hello, Luo? Sure enough, it's a Chinese, what a kind name!" On the phone, the owner of the voice was a little excited and could be heard that it was a young man's voice.

Luo Huahu was stunned. He didn't understand what a young man didn't want to enjoy the wonderful nightlife on this big night. He asked such an indifferent and old-fashioned foreigner like him. "Well, hello, what can I do for you?"

Although he guessed that the other party might be bored and amuse himself, Luo Huahu still politely asked that China is a country of etiquette, and his teacher, who teaches the traditional culture of the Han family, should not be rude.

"My name is Bill Bruce. You can call me Bill... Well, I'm Ryan's friend. I heard that you have a calligraphy training class here, right?" Bill's voice opposite was a little nervous.

It turned out to be Ryan's friend. This black young man who is fond of calligraphy has developed a student for himself, which is a little unexpected. "Well, it seems that there is indeed a cram school for calligraphy here! It's not that I've been bragging. It's been more than three years since I've been established. White Tiger Academy has been the most authentic Chinese college in Las Vegas. There are not only brush calligraphy tutoring classes, but also Chinese clothing, Tang poetry and Song poetry, ancient paintings and ceramics, strings and bamboo tubes... All kinds of Chinese civilization training, from Monday to Saturday, all year round, as long as you are interested. If you are interested, you can come and sign up!"

It was about his job, and Luo Huahu suddenly became enthusiastic. He was worthy of being a teacher, and he was full of deception. Let's not talk about the self-proclaimed advertisement. With a small long-cherished wish, he dared to say that he taught civilization, and he was not afraid that this heavy responsibility would bend his waist! The young man over there was probably also scared by Luo Huahu's cowhide. After a long time, he said obediently, "Well, that, Luo, although I'm very interested in what you said, can you teach me kung fu? Is it the kind of effort that can knock down the opponent with one punch on the ring?

That's weird! Luo Huahu doesn't understand. According to his many years of experience, the projects he just mentioned are the places where the Eagle people are most interested in and can make achievements in Chinese civilization. Now there are still people who are willing to spend money to sweat and learn kung fu instead of learning these simple and quiet training?

"Well, Bill, right? Baihu Dojo hasn't had a kung fu class for three years. I'm sorry for being late.

He hung up Bill's phone full of disappointment, and the tramp didn't know how he felt in his heart. Normally, if someone is interested in kung fu, he, the communicator of civilization, will only be happy, but why does he feel very lost when he hangs up this phone? Maybe you know that the guy named Xue Rang will take people to destroy everything here soon?

Bill was three years late. He stayed here quietly for three years. From confusion to habit, what Luo Huahu gave up was definitely not just the pride of the martial artist. Now, the White Tiger Dojo has become the White Tiger Academy. This is the territory of his Luo Huahu. This is the last pure land in the heart of the martial artist. He will never let Xue let the barbarian destroy here!

Thinking of this, the elegant teacher suddenly became in a good spirit. The sleeping tiger was awake, and his fangs emitted a strange cold light under the street lamp. His eyes were like swords. Luo Huahu looked at the street not far away.

There, the twilight was like cloth. An old man came here with a big knife and a calm face.