Chapter 623: Old Buffon's Life Experience

Old Buffon's move made Yang Ming feel a bit stunned. He frowned and said after a long time, "Old man, don't make a joke. I saved you just because this establishment has a relationship with me! Hurry up. I don't have time to chat idly with you!"

"No... hero, you must accept me as an apprentice!" Old Buffon imitated the look of people who were looking for an apprenticeship on TV, and spoke with tears and sniffles, "I came such a long distance to China to look for an apprenticeship to learn Chinese Kung Fu! Hero, if you don't agree, I will kneel until you accept it!"

Yang Ming looked at the foreigner in front of him, but he really didn't know what to say! Why are you so stubborn?

"You get up first. If you have anything, then say it later." Yang Ming said perfunctorily.

When Old Buffon saw that Yang Ming didn't immediately agree to it, he had no choice but to stand up. He also heard that this apprenticeship was a very complicated process. Those who had high skills in martial arts would examine the apprentice's character and qualifications when they accept apprentices. They said that the master is like a father and the apprentice is like a child. Therefore, the master would carefully consider before accepting an apprentice. It was impossible to accept an apprentice so easily.

Otherwise, if the apprentice's character wasn't good, it would bring a disaster to the world! Therefore, after Old Buffon figured it out, he wasn't in a hurry. In his opinion, an apprenticeship must be sincere! Isn't there a phrase? When there's a will, there's a way. Another thing is that nothing in the world is difficult if you put your heart into it... So, Old Buffon decided to follow Yang Ming all the way and slowly Yang Ming would accept him. He didn't believe that Yang Ming would not accept him as a disciple.

Seeing that Yang Ming walked out of the room, Old Buffon followed him with respect. Anyway, he had made up his mind to follow Yang Ming wherever he went!

Following someone doesn't break the law, right? Besides, he is the person with high status. He won't bother about this.

"Make a decision; I must succeed..." Old Buffon hummed a little song and went out. Hou Zhenhan was stunned seeing this. This old guy has a swollen face but why is he so happy?! The foreign old man is really energetic!

Hou Zhenhan shook his head and waited for the underling's report in the room. Those who were in the underworld have their own way to search for information and sources of information. When they took in an underling, they needed to check if this person had committed a crime before.

The current era can be different from the past where people were forced to do something they didn't like. Hou Zhenhan's place wasn't a shelter. If the person was a fugitive, he would be f*cked up.

Although Hou Zhenhan wasn't afraid of things, in the underworld, he more or less had to avoid these things. Even as a character from the underworld, it was a bit too much to harbor a wanted criminal!

Soon, these two people were identified. Hou Zhenhan directly sent these people to the police station.

When they came to the room next door, Yang Ming intended to ask the identity of the foreign old man. If he was a tourist, then he didn't care about him. If it was here to stay, he had to talk to him to make sure that he didn't spread the news out.

"I say, old man, where are you from? What happened just now?" asked Yang Ming.

Old Buffon was very sincere about the apprenticeship. In front of the master, he had to tell everything he knew, so he quickly replied, "Master, I'm currently in charge of the Italian Buffon Family. I'm here to meet my friend to... who is the chairman of my family-owned company, to travel to China. I have been longing to come to China for a long time. I wanted to meet the legendary martial arts masters, and then become an apprentice of one of the masters!"

When Yang Ming heard Old Buffon call him "Master," he couldn't help but frown. "Who is your master? I have not promised to be your master!"

"Yes... Yes, my future Master, is this alright?" Old Buffon quickly changed his words.

Yang Ming found that the face of this foreign old man was exceptionally thick, but he was a bit helpless. "What does your family do? What is that company?"

"Our family... Ugh, it's an ancient family..." Old Buffon didn't know how to explain it. In his opinion, his family only existed on the European side, and China didn't have such a family. So he hesitated for a long time before saying, "It is very rich, very powerful, controlling many companies and politicians..."

"Sweat!" Yang Ming listened and touched his chin. Isn't this Old Buffon too straightforward? You don't know how to be cautious at all? You don't know what is modesty?

"The company is an automobile manufacturing group called Lutong Group," continued Old Buffon.

Lutong Group, automobile manufacturing? Yang Ming was shocked, but his face was inspecting this old man. In other words, he is the owner of that car company?

And the fat man who I beat today, President Wan, isn't he from the Lutong Group, too? Could it be a subsidiary of this guy in China?

"The Southern Big S Lutong Automobile Group, what is its relationship with your car group?" asked Yang Ming.

"It's a Chinese subsidiary of the group," answered Old Buffon.

As expected... Yang Ming didn't know what to say. President Wan was so fierce to bullsh*t in front of me. Now, the boss of his boss is respectful to me. What is the logic of this world?!

"How long are you going to stay here?" Yang Ming naturally wouldn't directly ask him to interfere with the order of the car factory. As a result, the old man would definitely take the opportunity to ask him to accept the old man as an apprentice.

"I'm not ready to go! I want to be here to learn Kung Fu!" Old Buffon was really amazing. He suddenly threw such a piece of big news and scared Yang Ming!

"I don't want to judge you, but you're so old. Why do you still want to learn Kung Fu?" Yang Ming was a little dumbfounded. "Kung Fu needs to be learned starting from elementary school! If you're starting to learn it now, isn't it a bit too late?"

"I don't hope to be like you who can leap onto the roofs and walk on the wall. I just want to be stronger than the average person..." Old Buffon said, "Isn't your Kung Fu divided into internal and external [1]? For me to practice Qi [2] is certainly not possible. My future Master, can you teach me some martial arts?!"

"..." Yang Ming was speechless. He thought, You ask me to teach you Qi, but I must learn it beforehand. I haven't seen anyone who can really train Qi! Moreover, I'm an assassin, okay? How can I teach you these things? If you go back and show off to others, you might accidentally kill someone else, and then you would be finished!

"Master, you can rest assured. I'm definitely a good apprentice. Please accept me. I promise not to use Kung Fu to do evil things. I will use it to help others to be a qualified martial arts warrior!" When Old Buffon saw Yang Ming not talking, he said hurriedly.

"It's not that I don't want to accept you, but my Kung Fu is too ruthless. I'm afraid that you can't grasp the strength correctly and kill someone." Yang Ming said with some helplessness.

"It's okay. I'm sure that I won't learn so much. You just teach me how to chop the brick with bare hands and hit the acupuncture point from a distance!" Old Buffon said excitedly. It's because judging from Yang Ming's tone, Yang Ming seemed to agree with it. How could he not put more effort?

"Chopping the brick with bare hands is easy. You go home and use a pressure cooker to cook the brick for a few hours, and then you can chop it." Yang Ming said, "As for hitting the acupuncture point from a distance - I don't know about that. How can I teach you?"

"Ugh... My future master, didn't you just hit the acupuncture point from a distance... then the person was muted immediately!" asked Old Buffon.

"Is that a distance? You think I know the one finger death touch [3]!" Yang Ming glanced at Old Buffon.

"Oh? Future master, do you know someone who knows that?" Old Buffon became spirited.

"I don't know... Emperor Duan had been dead for hundreds of years. How would I know him? I'm not coming from the past either!" Yang Ming said helplessly, "About the apprenticeship, let's discuss this in the future. I still have business over these two days."

"That... future Master, you can't drag the matter about the apprenticeship. You must promise me, or else, I can't sleep!" Old Buffon was too anxious.

"If you can't sleep, what does it have to do with me?" Yang Ming asked without being moved.

"How about this? My future master, you promise me first and let me settle down. As for when to hold a ritual for apprenticeship and teach me martial arts, you decide the date!" suggested Old Buffon.

"Okay, fine. I'm really afraid of you." Yang Ming waved his hand and said, "I will promise you for the time being, but I will look further into your character! And, you shouldn't call me master in front of outsiders."

"What do I call you then...?" Old Buffon was in dilemma. Master was the most respected person in his heart. If he couldn't respect his master, it would be troubling for him.

"Call me Mr. Yang or call me Yang Ming directly," said Yang Ming.

"Then I'll... call you Mr. Yang." Old Buffon nodded. "Master, let's go deal with important matters first!"

Old Buffon really knew how to take the chance. When Yang Ming slipped his tongue, he changed from the "future master" to "master."