Zhang Lisheng's generous offer made Dr. Song stunned, "You, what are your baby saying?"

"Uncle, from today until Christmas, I hope you can devote all your efforts to teach me Xingyiquan, and I can pay you ten thousand meters a day for this." The young man said and wrote a check and handed it to the stunned old man.

Then he suddenly walked to a wooden man who was specially used to practice Chinese martial arts. He pretended to be a full-strength blow and knocked a crack on the horizontal stick symbolizing his arm on the wooden man. "I have practiced my strength and don't need to 'stand stand'. You can just teach me the tricks of boxing."

The wooden man made of wild shame wood pierced his eardrum with a "click" sound when he was shattered. Dr. Song walked up to the wooden man, touched the shallow crack on it, and said in horror: "Are you here to play the restaurant?

This punch even made Ye Xiumu cut the broken marks. At least it had to be fed with secret medicine since I was a child and had been practicing for more than ten years.

If you have this ability, you still come to me to learn boxing. Isn’t this a shiver? If you don’t teach, don’t teach.”

"Why are you shivering? This is called being respectful. Song Zhixing, a student who costs 10,000 meters a day, will push the door and stop it. I think you have a broken head." After hearing the old man's words, Zhang Lisheng didn't know how to answer, but suddenly a sharp female voice came from behind him.

Then he saw Connie running over with a tea bucket, "Tingdeng...", "Luckily I'm here to deliver water, otherwise you would be pushed away by your business if you don't have a good business."

"Hey, madam, you don't understand. This is, this is a matter in the 'jianghu'..." Dr. Song saw his wife running over and said three points shorter first, with a flushed and stammering.

"Jianghu, what kind of Jianghu? Are you a fisherman, a sailor, or a riverhu? I only know this," Connie said, snatched the check from Dr. Song, looked at it, and said in surprise: "This 50,000 meter yuan is enough for us to earn a whole year and enough for our grandson to spend a year and a half of living expenses in college in the future..."

"Wife, my grandson is only five years old, it's still early to go to college..." Dr. Song said with a wry smile.

"The grandson is five years old, where is the son!" Connie glared at her husband fiercely, turned her head and looked at Zhang Lisheng with a smile and said, "Don't worry, sir, our old man is just a hard-mouthed person. In fact, he listens to me the most. If I take your money, he will definitely teach you with all his heart, including the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and the teaching and

"Aunt, if Uncle Song can really 'teacher and class' within five days, I will find your son with an easy and high-paying job." Zhang Lisheng saw that Dr. Song and his wife had a dispute over their own affairs, and in order not to get into an accident, he put forward another tempting condition.

Of course, it is difficult for a young man to say such words without saying anything, but when the young man paid a super high salary of 10,000 meters per day, the credibility was completely different.

"Really, oh, you must be the 'little boss' of McGrady's company. Thank you very much, thank you.

Did you hear that Song Zhixing, for the sake of your son's future, you must make it... what is your name?"

"Aunt, don't be so polite, my name is Zhang Lisheng."

"Zhang Lisheng, Zhang Lisheng, a good name and courage," Connie praised a few words, then stared at Dr. Song's eyes, "For your son, you must also satisfy Mr. Zhang.

Old man, I beg you. My son is going to divorce because of losing his job. Think about our family, you, you, you..." This seemingly very strong woman sobbed at the end.

"Madam, don't cry, don't cry, I'll just agree." Dr. Song was silent for a while, and said depressedly as if he was ashamed.

He was the first college student who had just ended the Red University of China in the late 1970s. At that time, the ancient Chinese boxing technique was a cultural dregs and had a difficult inheritance. He was interested in Xingyiquan and privately kowtowed to Song Jinfa, an old Western doctor who had just been liberated from the bullpen and served as a lecturer at Sichuan Medical University, and obtained the full set of authentic Xingyiquan.

But now he succumbed to reality and had to do his best to teach him the essence of Xingyiquan he had mastered to him without even kneeling down.

"It's a joke to learn boxing in five days. At most, I will teach you a way to use force and work hard.

And if you learn this style of playing, it is just a framework. In the future, you should slowly observe the movements of the twelve-shaped fist tiger, monkey, eagle, and bear..." After sending away other students who could not bear the hard work, Song Zhixing started teaching on the second floor of the Laxiang Chicken Restaurant.

The old man taught me in detail, but Zhang Lisheng was not interested in the true mantras such as Xingyiquan "only seeking the true meaning but not the form" and "the five elements are practicing the five internal organs, and the five internal organs are integrated with the five elements". He was only willing to seriously study the tricks specifically used in Xingyiquan to control the body's muscles and exert force movements.

Finally, it took a few days for the boy to master the body control of "one movement, nine parts hidden" in the true teaching of Xingyi, the breathing method of force, and the chop, collapse, drill, cannon, and cross the foundation, and then he left with satisfaction.

It was already the day before Christmas Eve. Zhang Lisheng walked out of the Laxiang Chicken Restaurant and suddenly received a call from Edward, "Li Sheng, the injury of the head-wrenching person has stabilized and can be discharged from the hospital in at most three or four months.

The Wrestling Alliance intends to sign a confidentiality agreement with us. What they mean is that this matter is over and neither party can mention it in public again from now on.”

"I'm afraid that I'll affect the strong image of Mi-style wrestlers. Well, Edward, you can sign a contract with them for me. By the way, I wish you a happy Christmas in advance."

"Thank you, I wish you a happy New Year, leave the agreement to me, so you should rest assured, goodbye to the boss."

"Goodbye, Edward." Zhang Lisheng hung up the phone and got into Ford's 'explorer', hummed happily, and drove onto the main road.

After transformation, the weakness of the body was removed, and life was immediately guaranteed. The boy no longer had the pressure and desire to practice at all times and try his best to break through. Although he sometimes was worried about the invasion of the "different world" civilization, this kind of thing was not a problem that he could solve alone. Just think about it and his mood became more and more cheerful without realizing it.

When she got home, her mother Lili was sitting on the sofa with a strange middle-aged white man in a suit and talking to her in surprise. Zhang Lisheng casually said, "Mom, I'm back." She was about to go upstairs.

Unexpectedly, the tall white man with two mustaches chatting with Lili stood up and enthusiastically extended his hand to him and said, "You are Mr. Zhang Lisheng, Hello, I am McErenle Gnus, the editor of the 'Science' magazine."

"Hello Mr. McErenle, I'm Zhang Lisheng..." The boy shook hands with the middle-aged white man in confusion, and heard his mother explain: "Baby, Science Magazine is the top academic journal in the United States.

Dr. Mellenl came to you to make an appointment with you. He said that the beetle you found in Amazon is a very important new species that can make up for a missing link in the history of insect evolution…”

"Yes, Mr. Zhang Lisheng, I accidentally saw a research post you posted about those two soft beetles on the 'Bio Island' website, and I confirmed that the beetle you found was a brand new species..."

"Oh, I've long been sure they are brand new species, Mr. Mellener, but new species are discovered on Earth every day. Besides, with my research level, it's hard to imagine that the top academic journals in the United States would want to ask me for an article."

Hearing Zhang Lisheng's doubts, McErenle was stunned for a moment and laughed and said, "Oh, Mr. Zhang, it seems that you have a suspicious personality that is not consistent with your young age.

You are right. There are tens of millions of biological species around the world, hundreds of biological species are extinct every day, and many species are discovered. However, among these species, there are very few species that can make up for the missing links in evolutionary history. If one or two species are discovered every year, it is already a great harvest in biology.

As for your research level, young people, do you understand the definition of Original?”

"Original, well, it should refer to new things that are clearly created by others." Zhang Lisheng thought about it and said.

"It's almost the same, but the exact definition of originality is to create, invent a brand new 'work', rather than a derivative work from copying, adapting, plagiarizing, imitating, plagiarizing, secondary creation, or series of works.

The key definition of originality is not the level but the word 'new'," said Merenle's voice passionately: "Levenhoek is almost illiterate, but because he likes to polish mirrors while selling cloths, he polished out the first microscope in human history and discovered microorganisms.

As a result, this illiterate pioneered a new era of biology and became the father of modern microbiology.

Thomas Edison only went to school for three months, but he had a good brain that could imagine, a perseverance to constantly experiment and a pair of skilled hands, so…”

"Oh, Mr. Mellener, I just accidentally caught two beetles on Amazon and did a series of research within my ability. How can I use Hook or Edison as a metaphor..."

"The truth is almost the same as young people. In fact, the progress of human science depends largely on the existence of 'good luck'.

If you find that the research posts written by the two soft beetles on the Internet are sorted into reports, their contribution to biology is much more important than the lifelong research results of many prestigious universities. This is the power of originality."

"Oh, is that?" Zhang Lisheng had never heard of McElent's words, but he could not refute it after thinking about it carefully.

"Yes, so I plan to ask you for a manuscript. Of course, the manuscript will be deepened and modified by some high-level biologists, who will become the co-publishers of your work and appear in the magazine.
Chapter completed!