"Hey, the boy from the Liu family is awake, boss, he is awake!" Lei Zi's eyes widened and he happily turned to Old Wei who was napping on the stool.

"You, why are you here?" Liu Ming remembered that this was one of the four gangsters who claimed to be fellow townsmen.

"Aren't we fellow villagers," Boss Wei said happily, "It's your master who asked our brothers to help here. Please wait. I'll call your master to report a letter!" After that, he sent a thunder and ran out to make a call.

Liu Ming took a sip of water and asked, "How long have I been fainting?"

Old Wei looked at the sky and thought, "It's almost dark, you'll be fainting for 7 or 8 hours."

Just in time, the doctor rushed over and began to check Liu Ming's body.

"There are many soft tissue contusions on the epidermis and the internal organs are normal. If you have any problems, you will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning." After reaching the conclusion, the doctor hurriedly left to get off work.

After a while, Liu Ming's cell phone rang, and it was Guo Ming who called. At this time, he was squatting with Feng Tao in the Medical University Hospital with the Brazilian team to wait for the results of Sanchez's physical examination.

From Guo Ming, Liu Ming roughly learned what happened after he was unconscious this morning. However, when Guo Ming said that Sanchez was beaten up by himself and was in a coma for about 6 hours before he woke up, Liu Ming was a little confused. In his memory before he was unconscious, he was the one who had been beaten all the time. Why did Sanchez get knocked out when he woke up?

Just as Liu Ming scratched his head and thought hard, the small conference room of the design institute was still brightly lit.

Liang Zhihong was leading Lu Guangkun, Gong Ningxiang, Xu Cuihua and Yang Bin, the boss of the foreign trade company, to sit together for a meeting.

"Dean, the facts are very clear. Liu Ming's collision and beating foreign guests has a very bad impact and must be dealt with seriously!" Xu Cuihua said first.

Gong Ningxiang, who has been silent on the project, said at this time: "Director, I think this matter is up to date. Judging from the information reported by Minister Feng, both parties failed because of boxing in the hotel gym, and Liu Ming was also beaten and hospitalized, which is not considered as a beating."

Lu Guangkun calmly kicked the ball to Yang Bin's feet, "Mr. Yang, your company has taken the project. Can the foreign trade company communicate with Brazil and see what the other party's attitude is. Of course, after all, it was the people in our design institute who did this kind of thing. If the other party asks to hold the responsibility, otherwise it will affect the cooperation between the two parties, we will definitely cooperate with the handling."

Yang Bin is also having a headache and encounters such a difficult situation. Brazil is now unclear about its attitude, so the design institute is anxious to give Liu Ming what kind of punishment it should be given.

Looking at Liang Zhihong, who was frowning and not expressing his eyebrows on the other side, Yang Bin said carefully: "I mean, wait for Feng Tao's feedback from the hospital before studying Liu Ming's affairs."

Liang Zhihong glared at Xu Cuihua with a rare cold look and said in a deep voice: "Before the opponent's army moves, we will kill the general first, confusing the morale of the army. What is it like?" As soon as these words were said, Xu Cuihua was so scared that she looked pale and bowed her head without saying a word. President Liang was approachable and smiled whenever he encountered anything. Over time, these subordinates forgot that they were facing a factory-level leader and company chief engineer.

Finally, Liang Zhihong made the decision and prepared the plan first, and tried to make big things happen with Brazil's La Liga.

On the factory hospital, Grandpa Liu Ming rushed from the dormitory to Liu Ming's bedside with Xiaojun's support.

The old man carefully pinched Liu Ming's bones, then sat down with confidence, clasped Liu Ming's right hand tightly with both hands, and asked with concern: "Sun son, why are you beaten like this?"

Liu Ming was still confused about what happened in the morning. In order to reassure the old man who cared about him, he could only make lies to the old man casually.

After hearing this, the old man patted Liu Ming's hand and said hoarsely: "Oh, when I was a child, you used those formulas. Why did you forget everything when you encounter real swords and guns? I shouldn't have let you enter the provincial capital at the beginning, but I'm going to make my child do it!"

"Hmm? Grandpa, what's the formula?" Liu Ming asked guiltily.

When he heard that there were "mantras" and Lao Wei and Lei Zi were both attracted by the appetite. Liu Xiaozi was also a figure in the small town and was a living dictionary. From the Republic of China to the present, he has dealt with countless people in the world and has been accused of accusations. When it comes to bragging, as long as Liu Xiaozi is still alive, no one dares to compete with him for the first place within a hundred miles. Lao Wei, a raw melon seed, had never read any books when he was a child, and he heard that Liu Xiaozi bragging on the street since he was a child, and he finally embarked on the path today. When Liu Xiaozi said that he had "mantras", he had already believed it in his heart.

Looking at the scene in front of you, the boy was beaten and rescued, the blind grandfather took out his family to pass on his martial arts skills, and the boy came out to kill his enemies after practicing hard for ten years. What a familiar martial arts routine.

The old man trembled and took out a booklet from his pocket and handed it to Liu Ming solemnly: "In order to protect your body, you must practice diligently!"

Liu Ming quickly took it to his hand to watch it. The book pages of just over a dozen pages had already been oxidized and turned yellow, but they were still printed on the lead plate.

"Chong Kinmen, the martial arts team, the article on the body-healing and healthy body?" Liu Ming struggled to identify the small characters imitating Song style fly heads on it. This is still a work from a special era. After flipping a few pages, he found that it describes some methods of physical exercise and precautions when encountering single-handed and group fights. Liu Ming couldn't help but admire the author who wrote this booklet. He is simply a talent. He can even summarize so many experiences in fighting?

When he got behind Liu Ming, Lao Wei's eyes were about to fall on the booklet, and he was defeated by lines of thin fonts. Seeing that it was a printed version, he was disappointed. In his heart, high-end products such as "Martial Arts Secret Books" would take at least three hundred years to go up.

"Yes." The old man nodded.

"Huh? Grandpa, the front of this booklet seems to have been torn off." Liu Ming said in confusion.

"There are some slogans, strategies, and tactics in the past, and I'm afraid I can't use them now."

"That's right." Although Liu Ming did not take this manual seriously, he could not bear to refuse the old man's sincere care, so he solemnly put it in his arms.

The old man said again: "From the injuries on your body, the other party is an external boxing master, and he is still merciless to you, except for the kick on the face." This statement really shocked Liu Ming, because in his last memory, he was kicked unconscious by Sanchez's angry kick. The old man could not see his eyes. He could measure his injuries with just his hands, which was incredible!
Chapter completed!