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From 1945 to 1949, except for a bit of tension in 1947, it was generally a period of stable development.

With Wang Yan's guidance behind his back, Zhou Qingquan and Zhou Guangyao's success flourished, and with the support of force behind him, the company developed extremely quickly. Various factories and companies are constantly being built, recruiting a large number of family members in the walled city, and training and re-educating them. With this, Wang Yan fulfilled his original promise and initially achieved a relatively high-quality life for his family members in the walled city.

Life is much better now than it was before. Gradually, there are almost no people clamoring to go home, except for some old people who find it difficult to leave their homeland.

With the Hong Kong government turning a blind eye, a large amount of land around the walled city was purchased and planned and developed uniformly. Most of the poor people gathered around were recruited into factories and relied on their own efforts.

In a street outside the walled city, dozens of martial arts schools were opened collectively, decorated with lanterns, fireworks, and lion dances.

Wang Yan accompanied Gong Baosen and other seniors as they strolled down the street and watched the grand scene.

Okay! Great! Gong Baosen praised.

Gong Baosen couldn't get enough of this scene. He wanted to spread the Northern Fist to the South and the Southern Fist to the North, but luckily, the timing was not right and fate played a trick on people. After Ip Man was promoted, the war broke out before he could do anything. Half a lifetime's long-cherished wish finally failed to come true. Gong Baosen was lying when he said he wasn't sad.

Ip Man was also very uncomfortable. He had made great ambitions and vowed to do something big, but it ended hastily, which was a bit disappointing.

I thought there was no hope in this life, but I didn't expect a turning point. In 1937, Gong Baosen followed Wang Yan to seek refuge south, where his life rejuvenated.

The level of people invited by Gong Baosen was not bad, and the discussion and exchange was also a process of absorption and integration. He constantly improved and perfected his own martial arts by learning from his strong points and compensating for his weaknesses. His palace gossip, form and meaning were also changed again and again. The same is true for others. There has long been no distinction between Northern and Southern Boxing.

The other seniors are also contented. At their age, they have no shortage of fame and fortune, so they only have this little thought left.

Looking now, what kind of portal we had back then was really ridiculous. An old man said with emotion as he looked at the crowd.

The person next to me smiled and said, Haha, whatever you say, just keep an eye on the future.

Gong Baosen said blankly: Yes, be optimistic about the future.

Senior Gong, don't think too much. Seeing that Gong Baosen was in a bad state, Ye Wen quickly said to the side: You told me back then that if you keep thinking about it, there will be repercussions. Now that it has happened, you still have to worry about it.

What Wang Yan was about to say just now was interrupted by Ye Wen, who looked on with a smile.

Ma San answered: Awen is right! Master, you have taught me that you should rather think about progress than stop. You have to keep improving.

After hearing this, Gong Baosen was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. Without speaking, he stepped forward with brisk and steady steps.

Wang Yan and everyone looked at each other, laughed heartily, and caught up with Gong Baosen in front.

Gong Er's life is getting more and more exciting. She really isn't bragging, she is indeed amazing. In the past two years, everyone has become a singer. Of course, there is inevitably the addition of her identity as the Walled Lady. This cannot be changed. The identity is there. People also have different purposes. Most of them want to build friendships and relationships through flattery, and it is inevitable to just come here. Just watch the excitement. No matter what, the venue was packed and the place was a hot mess.

The three children are also growing up vigorously. Gong Ji and Wang Zhilan are nine and eight years old. When Gong Ji was six years old, Gong Baosen personally took him to boxing and taught him the Bagua and Xingyi that he was good at. Wang Zhilan was not happy with Gong Ji's martial arts practice, and wanted to follow him even if he wanted to live or die. Gong Baosen thought for a while and simply started practicing with him.

Wang Zhilan was originally wild, but since she started practicing martial arts, she has become even more wild. Among the group of children in the Walled City, she was the real eldest sister. Wang Yan specifically asked not to let other family members tell the child about his identity or the behavior of a young master or a young lady. No one has ever said this in front of the two brothers and sisters, so they have no idea. They go to school together and spend the whole day carelessly. Regardless of whether they said it in private or not, among children of similar age, Wang Zhilan really had no rival.

Needless to say about Miyaji, he pretends to be serious. Wang Yan had watched the brother and sister compete, and he estimated that Wang Zhilan wouldn't be able to survive even three moves. Of course, the result will definitely be Wang Zhilan winning, this is a must.

The remaining little one, Wang Xing, was just over two years old. Her mother was busy singing, and Wang Yan was always taking care of her. This one is also naughty, not much different from Wang Zhilan when he was a child.

It is worth mentioning that Li Zhao, who was following Wang Yan, was sent to the Kowloon Police Station by Wang Yan. It was right in their area and it was convenient to do things.

With the opening of a large number of martial arts schools, martial arts has spread throughout Hong Kong Island, and many people have come to sign up to learn boxing. There are more here, and the local people in Hong Kong Island will also be affected. This has also attracted the attention of many local boxers. They are not making easy money, and they have been scratched again and again by the ghosts. How can they not be resentful, but they can't resist? Just can't do it.

On this day, at Wang Yan's house, he was laughing and crying with Wang Xing, whose face was full of ink, staring at him with big eyes and small eyes. Wang Xing thought Wang Yan was teasing him, so he chuckled and reached out to catch Wang Yan.

Wang Yan just put the child on the big desk and let him play by himself, while he started writing big characters. If you don't pay attention for a moment, you will cause a mess all over the table. This is the ancestor. If Gong Er comes back soon and sees the child acting like this, she will scold Wang Yan to death. After so many years, Gong Er's youngest daughter's shyness has long gone, and she doesn't have any of his problems.

Sighing, Wang Yan picked up the giggling Wang Xing and wanted to clean up the child. What a coincidence, Gong Er came in humming a little tune.

When Gong Er entered the door, she saw Wang Xing, who was being kicked under Wang Yan's arm and grinning at her. Wang Xing glanced at Wang Yan angrily, but wanted to hug him and said, What do you think of my child? Look at what he's done...

Wang Yan pretended not to hear and stared angrily at Wang Xing, who was clapping his hands and howling. Seeing Wang Yan like this, Gong Er became even more angry: I'm telling you...

Fortunately, when Gong Er was about to give a long speech, his subordinate knocked on the door and came in. He suppressed a smile and said: Sir, there is a famous boxer named Hong outside who wants to see you on behalf of the Hong Kong Island martial arts school.

He glared at his subordinate and asked him to invite people in. Wang Yan turned to Gong Er and said, Look, there's someone looking for me. I'll go over and have a look. After saying that, Gong Er, who was grinding his teeth, turned around and left.

Gong Er glanced at Wang Yan's back angrily. He couldn't discipline me, so he could discipline his son. Regardless of whether she could understand or not, she turned around and began to lecture Wang Xing, who was arrogant and arrogant. She held it in and felt uncomfortable if she didn't say it out loud.

Wang Yan came to the living room, and his subordinates walked in with a fat man, and then turned around to serve tea.

After his men left, Hong Zhennan cupped his hands and said, Hello, Mr. Wang. I have heard about your reputation for a long time, and it is truly well-deserved to meet you today.

Hey, you're welcome. Wang Yan cupped his hands and invited, Sit down and talk.

Hong Zhennan thanked him and sat down upright.

The men came over and served tea to the two of them. Wang Yan took a sip and put down the tea cup and said, I heard that Master Hong is here on behalf of the Hong Kong Island Martial Arts Team. I don't know why he is here?

Hong Zhennan knew that it would be great if Wang Yan could see him. If he had something to say, it would be over. There was no shortage of praise from him, so he immediately said seriously: I'll tell you the truth, Mr. Wang. We are making a living under the ghost man... Hong Zhennan rambled on. He talked about their miserable situation, and then said: I know that it is really presumptuous to come to see you rashly, but I have no choice but to shamelessly ask you for a meal. If you have any conditions, I can do it. Call the shots.”

The words were a bit straightforward, but they were exactly what Wang Yan was thinking about, and he was annoyed by his constant chatter. After thinking for a while, Wang Yan said: There's nothing wrong with coming to open a martial arts gym. Just ask for a few things and abide by the rules. Can you do it?

As long as he abides by his rules, Wang Yan doesn't care about these things. It's the law of the jungle. Only with competition can you make progress. If you can't do it yourself, there's nothing to say.

Hong Zhennan nodded excitedly: No problem, no problem. Thank you, sir, thank you, sir.

Wang Yan nodded, accepted his thanks, picked up the tea and drank it. Seeing Wang Yan's actions, Hong Zhennan said goodbye sensibly.

Since then, all martial arts in Hong Kong Island have been concentrated in the martial arts streets outside the walled city.

In order to standardize the development of martial arts in Hong Kong Island, Wang Yan and a group of seniors, as well as Ip Man, Zhang Li, Hong Zhennan and others, once again showed the sign of the Chinese Warriors Association. This time, Wang Yan served as the chairman of the association. Chairman, with Ye Wen and Zhang Li serving as vice presidents, they continue to uphold the idea of ​​strengthening the seeds to protect the country and strengthening the people for self-defense.

With a sharp blade in hand, it is inevitable that the murderous intention will arise. And as these people with different personalities gain fighting power, it is inevitable that fights will happen.

Wang Yan can't control other places, and it's not his turn. But within the area around the walled city, the Chinese Warriors Association was the rule. Those brothers under them were still very active, and they would punish anyone who caused trouble. Of course, it is better to block than to sparse, and there is no difference in kung fu, but people have to distinguish themselves, so competition in the arena came into being. Wang Yan simply regulated it, not much, just one, and it could not hit the fatal vital points of the body. There is nothing else, and there is no weight limit. If you are really good at it, you can fight as much as you like. You can do whatever you want.

Wang Yan had long been angry with a group of seniors and asked for advice on this matter. It explains that each school teaches martial arts and fighting, except for the direct disciples of Yiman, they cannot teach the secret method of fighting.

The seniors also understood what was going on and didn't say anything. Therefore, what the martial arts school teaches are traditional ones that have been improved through years of exchanges, as well as three sets of moves that are more suitable for competitions.

The traditional set is to spread the kung fu of each family and to lay a foundation. Everything is different from its sect, and each sect has something in common. You never know when a figure will come out and make his own way based on them. After all, that's what they are.

A set of improvements is the own way of each master and veteran. This has been practiced for a lifetime, and I dare not break it.

The modified set suitable for fighting eliminated a series of moves such as eye penetration, throat penetration, crotch kicking, etc. It was completely changed to suit the rules of the ring.

Of course, Wang Yan will also try his best to protect the lives of both parties in the competition. Even so, many people still died because of fighting, and there was nothing that could be done about it. No one in this meeting would jump out and say something humane or inhumane. After all, they have become famous, made money, and enjoyed themselves. Then when you get into the ring, since you can't beat others, don't complain if you die.

The cake is not small, and it will inevitably touch people's hearts. Wang Yan doesn't want to add any complications. The Hong Kong government and the police department basically sent them around. The foreign devils were afraid of getting into trouble and did not dare to go too far. They were content with the little they could get.

In September 1949, there was also a division of power in the country. Those who were defeated, those who were worried about being liquidated, and those who had strength followed them to Wandao and other Western countries. Those who had no strength and were abandoned, some followed the instructions and went to Liangshan, some were captured, and some also crossed the sea and went to Hong Kong Island.

These people who came to Hong Kong Island didn't have anything interesting to do. Although they were defeated soldiers, they came here with equipment. Seeing that the development of the walled city is in full swing and at its peak, it is inevitable to want to take it for yourself. Whoever has a big fist will be tough. In comparison, his words are tougher. How can a group of soldiers fighting against the odds compare with his elite brothers?

We lost some manpower and killed the leading officers on the opposite side. The rest of the soldiers were all thrown into the factory to work for nothing. They had to work for three to five years. Seeing such brutality, others who did not participate did not want to compete with each other. Their status is not easy to use here, and they are just living as poor people outside.

As for the noise caused by the war, in the eyes of the foreign devils, it is dog bite dog and it is best to kill them all. Therefore, they just sent people to see the results. The results were not what they wanted, so they ignored it.

Of course, there are still many professionals here, such as doctors, teachers, etc. These people are screened and then all placed in schools, hospitals and other places.

In April 1950, the border was closed.

On this day, Wang Yan, Ye Wen, and Zhou Qingquan sat together to eat for the first time in a long time. Zhou Qingquan is very busy all day now and refuses to listen to any advice. Wang Yan and Ye Wen hang out together from time to time. Ye Wen also goes to Wu Street to teach his disciples from time to time. Wang Yan is really free and has nothing to do except taking care of his children.

On one side, Gong Er was talking to Zhang Yongcheng and Zhou Qingquan's wife, while several children crawling on the ground were fighting with the walking children. On the other side, the children who thought they were sensible were whispering to each other, just like Gong Er and Ye Wen, Zhou Qingquan's children, all about the same age, pretended to be serious together.

What I have to say is that Zhang Yongcheng is really good at giving birth, and their youngest child is rolling around happily with Wang.

The room was full of demons dancing wildly, mixed with the three women scolding each other from time to time, and it was so noisy. The three of them were accustomed to this scene. They didn't feel irritated, but felt more warm. Ye Zhun and Zhou Guangyao were waiting on them to drink tea calmly.

Now Ye Zhun is in his twenties and has been married long ago. And Zhou Guangyao is several years older than Ye Zhun, let alone that.

Wang Yan took a sip of tea and said, Brother Quan, the border is closed now. This is an urgent matter. Leave your current affairs to Ayao. His children can run away and he can take care of things.

Zhou Guangyao on the side showed hope. He had been following his father for so many years and had never made any decisions. The child had been stable since he was a child, otherwise he would have exploded long ago.

But Ayan, Ayao... Zhou Qingquan was still worried about the child after taking care of him for so many years.

Wang Yan interrupted: What's the point? Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. I have told you to come down, but you just don't listen. Look how relaxed Brother Wen and I are. We have worked hard for half a life, at home. Isn't it good to enjoy life while having fun with your grandchildren?

Ye Wen nodded solemnly on the side. He didn't care about anything, and Zhang Yongcheng took care of big and small things. Ye Zhun didn't ask him if anything happened, knowing that he couldn't speak well.

Regardless of Zhou Qingquan's hesitation, Wang Yan said: That's it. This time, you will take the past to recognize the person first, and you will leave the rest alone. From now on, let Ayao run the company. After saying that, Wang Yan looked at Ye Wen beside him: Brother Q, what do you think?

Wang Yan has been fighting guerrillas for so many years, how could he not have any acquaintances? The relationship is very good, and the location is sufficient now.

Ye Wen nodded and said: Ayan is right, we are all old, it's time for our children to take the lead. Brother Quan, please step back. If you have nothing to do, practice martial arts with me and drink tea. It's good.

Zhou Qingquan was speechless. His two best brothers and friends had said so, not to mention that one of them could be considered his eldest brother. He nodded helplessly in acquiescence.

Seeing Zhou Qingquan nodding, Zhou Guangyao's hand when pouring tea was unsteady, he was so excited.

After laughing and scolding, Wang Yan said: Don't just be happy. If something goes wrong in the future, I won't be worried. Just look at how good your father's Wing Chun is.

Don't worry, uncle, I promise there will be no problem. Zhou Guangyao assured.

Zhou Qingquan snorted and said nothing. He was thinking about picking up the kung fu, but he couldn't possibly use it.

Everyone dispersed, each busy with his own business.

After Zhou Guangyao took charge of the industry, Wang Yan instructed him to transport various materials northward, apply for a television license, register a film and television company, a security company, etc. After explaining these things, Wang Yan didn't care. It was like this. As long as he was not a fool, he could prosper.

Wang Yan enjoyed life quietly, drinking tea and communicating with Gong Baosen and others from time to time. Take your children to walk around the streets and see the different neighborhoods every day. In daily life, I take my children to practice martial arts, calligraphy, and study medicine. Life is comfortable and leisurely.

He didn't enjoy it for long. If he didn't look for trouble, trouble would find him.

On this day, the big fat man and the little fat man came to the door. It was Hong Zhennan and the policeman named Fei Bo from Ip Man 2.

Wang Yan invited the two of them to sit down, but they both shook their heads and refused. Wang Yan didn't force anything and looked at Hong Zhennan without saying anything.

Hong Zhennan said quickly: Mr. Wang, this policeman is from my previous place. He is here on behalf of the foreign devils. After entering, he regretted it. But there was nothing I could do. The friend who had helped me in the past was begging for help, so it would be impossible if he didn't come.

He motioned to Hong Zhennan to sit down, it was none of his business anymore. Wang Yan looked at Fei Bo: Are the foreign devils one person or a group? What level are they?

Hui Wang...Mr. Wang, he is...a foreign devil. Fei Bo noticed Wang Yan's frown and continued cautiously: He...he is...the police...superintendent.

Wang Yan waved his hand. He was not interested in hearing the rest. He wanted to make things right.

He walked to the phone nearby, dialed a few times, and waited for a while to get through: Hello, Director Mai, this is Wang Yan. Did you instruct your subordinates to send a small police officer over to humiliate me? What do you want to do? Hmm. ?”

After listening for a moment, Wang Yan turned around and asked, What is the name of the foreign devil?

Fei Bo quickly said: Mai... Mike. He was shocked. Although he had known that Wang Yan was very fierce, including the battle half a year ago, he did not expect Wang Yan to be so tough. When he heard that a police superintendent was looking for him, he immediately went to find their eldest brother.

Wang Yan reported his name and went over, listened to a few words and said, Okay, I'll wait for your explanation.

He hung up the phone, sat down and said to the two of them: You can go, it's none of your business.

As if they were being pardoned, the two quickly thanked them and turned around to leave.

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