Chapter 48 The Grandmaster and the Ordinary

The    documents were taken down, and then Xu Guangling faced a small problem.

   That is, do you want to bring this USB flash drive back to Mr. Zhang?

It is not an exaggeration to say that the menu itself is worth a thousand dollars. Although Xu Guangling does not know how much the menu from the "national chef" is worth, it is by no means easy for ordinary people to obtain. An ancestral secret recipe can be enjoyed for generations, and the blessings will last, and most of those secret recipes cannot be compared with these menus, or even one of these menus.

   In such a situation, a USB flash drive is really nothing. He took it back to Zhang Lao, as if he wanted to "clear" something.

   But don’t pay it back…

  Tsk!

  Xu Guangling thought of his father at this time. If his father was still around, he would probably be able to get the answer to this little question from him. only…

  Thinking of this, Xu Guangling's mood darkened again.

   But after thinking about it again, Xu Guangling shook his head again because he was thinking about this trivial matter. I think Zhang is an old man, and the menus of extraordinary value are said to be given away, a USB flash drive or something, whether he takes it or not, how can the old man care about such a trivial matter?

   On the other hand, he is thinking about this issue now, but this is really taking care of the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

  Then don't pay it back, leave it as a memory. If you want to return it, you should never return only one USB drive.

   Xu Guangling decided this matter in this way.

  The next thing is to do the routine washing, and when these chores are done, Xu Guangling feels that the time is almost up, so he goes to the park again. Although he has plenty of time today, he still trots. - It seems to have run out of habit.

   Rewind the time to yesterday morning.

   Southeast, about two miles away from the park, is a rather quiet group of villas. It was around ten o'clock this morning, and a thin but vigorous-looking old man came to the community. He first raised his head and looked at the community from left to right, as if confirming something, and then confronted the armed police standing guard at the gate of the community. Said: "I'm looking for Zhang Zaishan."

   The sound is quite loud.

The armed police were actually a little vigilant just now, but when they heard this, they suddenly let go of their vigilance and said with a warm smile on their face: "Are you Mr. Chen? Mr. Zhang explained that he lives on the 14th, come here. If so, please go directly."

   Mr. Chen nodded, but snorted in dissatisfaction. Of course, the dissatisfaction was not directed at the armed police.

There are about 20 houses in this community, but they are intricately divided into several horizontal and vertical columns. In short, the buildings are not "standard". There are hardly any three buildings that can be connected in a line, and each building Almost three sides are surrounded by trees, which brings considerable difficulty to identification.

In short, Mr. Chen tilted his head to the left, tilted to the right, and walked all the way. It took a long time to see where the so-called No. 14 was, but at the same time he saw someone, a certain "Zhang Zaishan" old man. The gentleman is smiling and standing on the grass in front of the two-story small round building.

"Okay, you bald man! I came all the way here alone. I don't want you to come to the station to pick me up. You can't welcome me at the gate of your own community?" Suddenly, he rushed up with a tiger stride, and then turned into a bear again, hugging an old man standing on the grass in a bear hug.

  A certain old man made the same action as him.

So then, on the field, a bit of a jaw-dropping scene happened: two old gentlemen who looked very old at first glance were entangled like teenagers or even a few years old children, pinching each other's waist and ribs. In part, he blushed and made a rough neck, trying to "pull down" the other party.

   If a certain adult saw this scene, his jaw would drop in shock.

   was deadlocked for a while, and neither of the two old men could do anything about the other. Judging from the wrestling situation at this moment, the thin old man may be slightly better, but Nai He seems to be a little worse in "hard power". His stature is much inferior to that of the old man Zhang. After a while, it was only superior but not victorious.

"How is it, Chen Dagou, are you convinced? I said that your Taijiquan is useless. You are mostly boasting about yourself. Except for Laozi who believes in you, there is no other person in the world who believes in you!" Afterwards, Mr. Zhang breathed a little and said this.

A skinny old man known as Chen Dagou heard this, but he was not as furious as he normally imagined. On the contrary, this old man just smiled lightly, and he could not see the slightest anger on the surface or inside. However, There is no anger, but there is ridicule: "Old bald, it is useless to speak hard, I will ask you one question, how high is your blood pressure this year?"

   "One hundred and thirty-eight, what? It's still in the normal range! I don't believe your blood pressure has not increased!" Mr. Zhang said firmly.

   "I'm disappointed, old bald, my blood pressure is still 118 high and 78 low. It hasn't changed much in the past ten years!"

The old man Chen's tone was very indifferent, but the toughness in his words was much stronger than that of Mr. Zhang: "If it weren't for the record of longevity in history, I would have doubted the circumstances under which Lord Yan would pick me up. On the contrary, Zhang Laobald, you are different, your blood pressure is higher than a year, it will be 140 next year, 150 in 10 years, 160 in 20 years. High, there will always be a day when the King of Hell will not recruit himself."

  Speaking of this, after a pause, the old man Chen said in a more indifferent tone: "This is the difference between me, a master, and a common man like you! I need the recognition of a common man like you as a grand master of the first generation?"

   "Who knows if your old man is lying to me!" Mr. Zhang shouted in dissatisfaction, and then grabbed Old Man Chen's arm, "Go! I have to take a look at it for myself."

   "Real gold is not afraid of fire, this master will let you see it!" The old man Chen was like a stiff mummy, he was dragged by Mr. Zhang and dragged into the small round building.

After a few minutes.

   "Your blood pressure is 118 high, 76 low, and pulse 54 beats per minute." A sweet female voice came from the sphygmomanometer.

   "How about it, convinced or not?" Old Man Chen said with a faint smile, "Would you like to listen to it again?"

   "No need to listen to it again, test it again!" Mr. Zhang snorted.

   After a while.

"Your blood pressure is 118 high pressure, 76 low pressure, and your pulse is 54 beats per minute." A sweet female voice came from the sphygmomanometer, as before, there was no difference, exactly what Old Man Chen said. "Listen again".

  Be aware that normally, even if the blood pressure monitor is more accurate, it is impossible to measure the same blood pressure twice.

  Because there are people besides the sphygmomanometer.

   Even if the sphygmomanometer is accurate.

  People, inaccurate!

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   (end of this chapter)