Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 4 Master Hong is Overwhelmed with Winnings

The father and son arrived at the martial arts school.

Hong Jianguo moved a complete set of live streaming equipment from his office, including a lighting panel and sound system.

"I didn't realize he was so professional," Hong Jie remarked.

Hong Jianguo smiled smugly: "Of course, I'm getting old, and all I have left to do is chat with netizens, so I definitely have to make sure it's all done."

"I'll change the header for you."

"Another day of winning at mahjong!"

Winning... well, my face is indeed very numb.

Hong Jianguo used to be stubborn, but he was actually a little insecure.

Now, with my son's real skills to back me up, I might as well brag a little.

As soon as the live stream started, more than two hundred people flooded in.

"Who the hell is this? He has no sportsmanship and beat our Master Hong into a pig's head again," a netizen named "Eat One Meal Every Three Days" asked immediately.

Hong Jianguo craned his neck to read the comments and replied with a chuckle, "Who hit him? My own son!"

"Haha, Master Hong is getting impatient and has started swearing."

"It really was my own son who hit him!" Hong Jianguo said.

"Yes, yes, no one can beat you. Anyone who can beat you is your own son."

"Hong's Winning Strategy: Don't ask anything else, just know that you've won big."

"The Immortal Hong is possessing boundless magical power!"

"Win my ass! You'll die if you don't brag for a day? Have you forgotten about getting knocked out with one punch last time?" One netizen couldn't stand it anymore.

"That was an accident," Hong Jianguo stubbornly insisted, as always.

"Accident?"

"Fine, keep being stubborn. I'll go get Brother Yong."

A netizen named "Brave Tianfu to Cure Hemorrhoids" posted a series of sneer emojis.

"What, Brother Yong!"

"He's nothing. Ask him if he dares to go live and connect with me!" Hong Jianguo lay back on the "Number One in the World" chair, staring at him with wide, provocative eyes.

……

provincial capital.

Xiongfeng Boxing Club.

Boom!

A burly man with a buzz cut, standing 1.96 meters tall, was raining down punches on the sandbag, his muscles taut, each punch brimming with terrifying explosive power.

He is Zhu Yong, the owner of Xiongfeng Club.

"Brother Yong, it seems we've taken the right path in our fight against counterfeits."

"Especially after defeating Master Hong of Iron Palm in Wucheng last time, we've gained a lot of attention. This month, the school has added more than thirty new students, and the instructors are overwhelmed with work."

"My Douyin followers have also increased by over 300,000."

"Now everyone calls you the nemesis of traditional martial arts!"

Wearing yoga pants, the hot assistant Du Meijuan reported with a smug look on her face.

"Traditional martial arts are garbage."

"These guys are all talk and no action; not one of them can fight."

"Hehe, I've suffered because of my lack of education."

"I used to be a sparring partner for people in the provincial team. If I had known that playing against these old guys would be so lucrative, I would have retired and started streaming a long time ago."

Zhu Yong grinned arrogantly and gave her shapely buttocks a hard pinch with his large hand:

"Of course, you deserve a lot of credit for recruiting so many new people."

"Half of those guys came for your nice ass, right?"

"I saw two guys in their 30s driving Maybachs. Didn't they consider crashing one of them?"

"Hate!"

"Brother Yong, you're pinching me too hard, it hurts."

"I have no interest in them. If anyone's going to collapse, it'll be you!"

The two were flirting when suddenly their WeChat notification rang.

Du Meijuan opened it and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Yong asked.

"Xiao Liu said that Old Man Hong was talking about you again in the live stream..." Du Meijuan didn't dare to continue.

"What did you say about me?" Zhu Yong asked.

"He said you're nothing, and that you only won by luck last time," Du Meijuan said in a low voice.

Zhu Yong scoffed and continued practicing his punches: "The old man's probably drunk. Ignore him."

"Brother Yong, I know you look down on Hong Jianguo."

"But Old Hong is really popular. There are over 40,000 viewers watching his live stream right now, and it's ranked in the top 100 in terms of popularity."

"How about we go live and connect with someone to piggyback on their popularity?"

"If we could arrange another match and tear his mouth apart, it would be a great benefit to our martial arts school."

Du Meijuan is skilled in data operations. In just a short while, Old Hongtou acquired two more "Carnivals," and she was envious.

"Alright, you're the operations director, I'll listen to you." Zhu Yong nodded in agreement.

……

Hong Jianguo was enthusiastically boasting during his live stream.

"Brother Yong, the Anti-Fake Writer" requests a connection.

Hongjie gave his dad an OK sign; the fish had taken the bait.

"Dad, it's getting late, Mom's calling you to end the broadcast," Hong Jie shouted deliberately from the side.

Hong Jianguo understood immediately and pretended to be a little flustered:

"Ahem, family, I'm getting sleepy, so let's stop here for today."

"Haha, as soon as Brother Yong arrived, Master Hong was so scared that he peed his pants and used his sleeping escape technique."

"Old man, weren't you supposed to be invincible? Is this all you've got?"

"Old Hong, if you dare to keep going, I'll give you a few more Carnivals!"

Netizens are waiting for Brother Yong to tear his mouth apart; they can't let Old Man Hong get away.

"People say even Shanghai Grandpa's farts are oily, stop bragging and get to work!"

"If you swipe me, you're all set."

Hong Jianguo urged.

Soon, the gift notification sound rang out.

"Oh, come on, I'm not afraid of him."

Hong Jianguo promptly went online.

"Let me see what's going on?" Zhu Yong appeared in the live stream room, chugging Red Bull.

"Brother Yong, the old man says you're a fake and he's going to beat you to a pulp!"

"Welcome, Brother Yong, to capture the demon!"

In the comments section below, netizens, always eager for drama, fanned the flames.

"Old Hong, I heard you're not satisfied?"

"Is it because that punch wasn't hard enough last time, and your mouth is itching again?" Zhu Yong sneered.

"You're such a rude child! What do you mean by 'it's an itchy mouth'? I'm just stating the facts, okay?"

"You won unfairly last time! You were just lucky!"

"If my shoes hadn't slipped, you wouldn't have even been able to touch the hem of my clothes."

Hong Jianguo pointed at Zhu Yong, starting to incite hatred.

"Are your shoes slipping?"

"That day, we laid out anti-slip cloth, and hundreds of thousands of eyes online were watching." Zhu Yong had never seen such a shameless person before, and he immediately became annoyed.

"That day I... I was standing in a bad spot, and the sun got in my eyes." Hong Jianguo stubbornly insisted.

"If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Don't blame the sun."

"Why don't you just say that the Earth had no gravity that day, and you floated up?"

Zhu Yong laughed.

"You can interpret it that way."

"Young man, stop spouting nonsense. Your techniques are useless against my Iron Sand Palm."

"See this sign? It says 'Number One Under Heaven,' and it's all about Western boxing."

"If you're not satisfied, let's have another fight."

Hong Jianguo waved his finger, issuing a challenge.

"Damn it, you old man... how come it's me who's not convinced? I'm clearly the winner, you're the one who's not convinced, okay?"

I want to tear your mouth apart!

Zhu Yong couldn't outmaneuver him and flew into a rage.

"Brother Yong, Brother Yong, don't be angry."

"My dad's drunk and talking nonsense. He's no match for you."

"Please don't take this seriously."

Hong Jie poked his head out and quickly apologized.

"Who drank too much? I didn't drink tonight!"

"Let him come here, and see if I can chop him with my Iron Sand Palm."

"With his meager income, he wouldn't even be able to get into his father-in-law's house."

"Why would I be afraid of him?"

As Hong Jianguo spoke, he hooked his arm around Hong Jie's shoulder and brought him close to the camera, pinching his cheeks and cracking his knuckles as he introduced him:

"See this? This is my son, Hong Jie, also known as Wu Cheng Yan Zu."

"Look at that rosy cheeks."

"Look at these fingers that have never been touched by the sun."

"This guy grew up smelling the Iron Palm technique of my Hong family. If Zhu Yong can beat my son Hong Jie, I'll set off ten strings of firecrackers in my live stream to apologize to him and then quit the internet."

"Don't do this, Dad! Isn't this sending me to my death?" Hong Jie panicked.

He bowed to the viewers in the live stream with a pained expression:

"Dear family members, please help persuade them."

"I make a living by my looks, but Brother Zhu is a retired member of the provincial Sanda team. One punch from him would probably knock me out."

"Haha, after beating the father, they beat the son!"

"Brother Yong, beat up this kid!"

Upon hearing this, the guys in the live stream got even more excited and started making a fuss.

"It's settled then, Zhu Yong. Just tell me if you dare to come or not. My son and I will be waiting at the martial arts school tomorrow," Hong Jianguo said.

With so many netizens watching, Zhu Yong is in a difficult position; he can't refuse even if he wants to.

"Okay, okay."

"Old Hong, you're just being stubborn."

"If I don't beat you two to a pulp tomorrow, I'll change my surname to Hong."

"OK!"

"Everyone in the live stream, be my witnesses. Tomorrow, I'll be waiting for Wu Cheng Hong's Martial Arts School to come and challenge them."

"I'm logging off."

Hong Jianguo gave a shout and then logged off.

"Dad, stay a little longer, the data usage is skyrocketing," Hong Jie said.

"What's the point of raising prices? If I stay any longer, they'll start asking me to donate again."

"In the past, I would have just donated without hesitation."

"We need to save up money for your dowry now, so let's earn as much as we can."

Hong Jianguo has been fooled several times, but now he's more honest.

"Zhu Yong will definitely come tomorrow. Are you confident he can make it?"

"A retired provincial Sanda athlete is no joke," he asked, turning his head.

"It shouldn't be a big problem," Hong Jie nodded.

"I guess so too, his fists are probably harder than bricks."

"Alright, you practice for a bit. All that arguing is giving me a headache." Hong Jianguo covered his face and left on his own.

……

The provincial capital, Xiongfeng Club.

inside the room.

Zhu Yong abruptly ended the live stream, furious: "If I had known that old man Hong had such a foul mouth, I should have been even more ruthless last time and sent him to meet the King of Hell with one punch."

"Brother Yong, why are you angry?"

"The more stubborn the old man is, the more traffic we get. If we win the rematch tomorrow, we'll be guaranteed to have 600,000 followers." Du Meijuan handed him a prepared protein powder.

"Um!"

"The world is a dangerous place; it's always better to play it safe."

"Go find someone to open that kid's box, find out his information, and see if he's ever trained."

"In the business of fighting counterfeits, it's all good if you win."

"If you lose, it's hard to regain your popularity after that."

Zhu Yong's fierce glint vanished, and he spoke cautiously.

"Wait, why did you make me protein powder?" Coming back to his senses, he took a sip and frowned.

"Aren't you getting angry right now?"

Du Meijuan's beautiful eyes sparkled as she knelt at the boss's feet.

"Oh, Xiaojuan, that's why I say you understand me." Zhu Yong breathed a sigh of relief.

tomorrow!

He must defeat the remnants of traditional martial arts in front of netizens!

……