Chapter 133 It’s time to earn foreign exchange!
Learn martial arts?

When Li Changhe heard this strange request, he couldn't help but look down.

Yes, bow your head.

Because the person who said this was none other than Zhu Guangqian, a first-class professor at Peking University.

This little old man, who is only about 1.6 meters tall, now has a head full of silver hair. When he met Li Changhe, he took the initiative to ask him to compete in martial arts.

Could it be that this professor is also a master of ancient martial arts?
Li Changhe was a little confused. He knew a few martial arts skills, but he was not very proficient in them. He just played around in the playground with Li Shaomin and the others when he had nothing to do.

Why is it that today, the professor wants to compete with him in martial arts?
But the key point is, even if the other party is really a martial arts master, Li Changhe would not dare to do so.

The old man is already 81 years old. Who dares to compete with him?

"Hahahaha, Changhe, don't be offended. Professor Zhu was just joking with you."

Seeing Li Changhe confused and at a loss, Ma Shijiang smiled and helped Li Changhe out.

Who would have thought that Professor Zhu would not give Ma Shijiang any face at all.

"I'm not kidding. Don't leave after the meeting. Wait in the library. I've made some progress in my training recently, so I'd like to exchange ideas with you."

After saying that, the old man walked in proudly.

Li Changhe was left standing there, not knowing what was going on. After hesitating for a moment, he asked Ma Shijiang and Ji Xianlin softly.

"Secretary Ma, Mr. Ji, what kind of skills are Mr. Meng Shi practicing?"

Zhu Guangqian's courtesy name was Mengshi, so his students often called him Mr. Mengshi.

Hearing Li Changhe's question, Ma Shijiang didn't know either and looked at Ji Xianlin.

Ji Xianlin and Zhu Guangqian had a good relationship, and they lived together when they went down there a few years ago.

Ji Xianlin glanced at Li Changhe, then calmly said two words: "Qigong"

After saying that, he walked in.

Only Li Changhe was left standing there speechless.

qigong?

So this Qigong thing is starting now?

Li Changhe knew that there was a qigong craze in the 1980s and many so-called qigong masters emerged.

But it’s only 78 years now!

Otherwise, should I also give Professor Zhu Guangqian the character of an abandoned disciple of Qingyun Sect?

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder transformed into divine thunder, with the mighty power of heaven, which was guided by the sword.

Pooh!
Thinking of this, Li Changhe spit viciously in his heart.

What the hell, Bi Yao was written to be killed.

When the time came, all the guests on the list had arrived, and Li Changhe also returned to the classroom with the remaining few members of the literature club.

The current library classroom is not the auditorium style of the future, but just a large room with a row of long tables at the front and a group of big guys sitting in the front.

Then on both sides and opposite sides are the members of the literature club, forming a roughly rectangular shape.

Li Changhe is not a big shot, but as the vice president of the literature club, he is fortunate enough to sit in the same row with the big shots.

Then, it was the process of the deputy president of the literature society, which basically consisted of speeches by the big guys, telling the glorious history of the May Fourth Literary Society and the school’s earnest expectations.

Li Changhe was just responsible for listening and applauding throughout the whole process.

Then the leadership team of the literary club was selected.

For example, Wei Ming, deputy secretary of the D Committee of Peking University, served as honorary president, Zhu Guangqian and Ji Xianlin served as consultants, Zhang Youhua from the Youth League Committee served as president, and Li Changhe and three other vice presidents served.

After that, it was time to take a group photo.

The big guys were all very busy, so it was great that they could attend. After going through this set of procedures, we took a group photo in front of the Peking University Library.

Zou Shifang had already found a photographer. He had his own camera, so he just asked someone to take the photos.

After the group photo was taken, the bosses left, and then the literature club started its own activities.

Li Changhe was just about to slip away, but he didn't expect that Zhu Guangqian in front of him had sharp eyes.

"That Li Changhe, come here!"

Hearing the other party calling his name, Li Changhe had no time to escape and could only follow.

On the other side, Liu Xinwu originally wanted to continue chatting with Li Changhe, but when he saw Li Changhe was called away, he subconsciously wanted to chase after him.

"Xinwu, that's Mr. Zhu Guangqian, a national first-class professor and the head of the School of Literature at Peking University. Are you going to go up and snatch Li Changhe from the old man?"

"Hey, why is it so difficult to talk to Li Changhe about something?"

Liu Xinwu sighed and said helplessly.

After hearing this, Liu Jianqing, who was standing by, couldn't help laughing.

Although they all have the surname Liu, how could he let Liu Xinwu have a private chat with Li Changhe?

"Don't worry. I told Changhe before that he will give you a copy of the manuscript when the magazine is published in October. I will send it to you directly when he finishes writing it."

"Really? No, I still have to wait for him. The publication is about to start, I have to urge him."

After hearing what Liu Jianqing said, Liu Xinwu was delighted, but decided to continue waiting for Li Changhe.

Seeing this, Liu Jianqing smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll wait with you."

"Let's go to the literature club and talk to other young people."

After saying that, he pulled Liu Xinwu into the library.

On the other side, Zhu Guangqian brought Li Changhe to Weiming Lake.

"Mr. Meng Shi, I really don't know how to practice Qigong."

Li Changhe followed Zhu Guangqian to the side of Weiming Lake. Seeing Zhu Guangqian stop, he spoke hurriedly.

Zhu Guangqian glanced at Li Changhe, then said calmly: "You often spar with your classmates on the playground. Don't you have anything else to do besides fighting and killing?"

Li Changhe frowned: "Anything else?"

"I saw you practicing some weird postures once. Isn't that Qigong?"

At this time, Zhu Guangqian continued to give Li Changhe some advice.

After listening to this, Li Changhe suddenly understood.

"You are talking about the Eight-part Vajra Kungfu, right?"

"Eight Parts of Vajra Kungfu? Is that the name of your Qigong?"

Zhu Guangqian asked in surprise at this time.

"It's not Qigong, it's just a Taoist health-preserving method."

“Isn’t that still Qigong?”

"I practice Tai Chi. Which style do you practice?"

Zhu Guangqian asked with interest.

Li Changhe felt quite helpless at this moment.

How would he know which school of martial arts the Eight Parts of Vajra Gōng belongs to? In the previous life, many authors who stayed at home practiced this for fitness.

He also practiced it for a few days, just like doing aerobics. He only practiced it in the morning to relax his muscles. He never thought that the old man saw it.

"Mr. Meng Shi, I don't know what school it belongs to. What I know is that it is a Taoist health-preserving exercise that can activate the tendons and bones and strengthen the spleen and stomach."

"You think this is not qigong, you think qigong is fake?"

Zhu Guangqian asked Li Changhe seriously at this time. Li Changhe sighed.

Nonsense, this Qigong thing must be fake.

However, in the future, there will be too many people who believe in this thing. Not only in China, but all over the world, the popularity of qigong or special abilities will rise.

Several Hong Kong films have been made, such as Stephen Chow's God of Gamblers.

Moreover, in China, not only professors like Zhu Guangqian, but even the pioneers and leaders of the physics industry firmly believe in qigong.

"Old sir, let me tell you what I think. Please listen to me. This is just my opinion."

"In my opinion, there are two kinds of traditional martial arts in China. One is national arts, which are killing skills, like Sun Lutang and Li Shuwen, who practice internal boxing and have their own internal strength. I don't know about this in China, but it seems that there are many martial arts schools in Hong Kong."

"There is another type, which is health-preserving exercises, which are mainly for daily health preservation, stretching the muscles and bones, and exercising the internal organs to achieve the purpose of health preservation and longevity."

"As for the rest, if you say that qigong can help you gain other benefits, I don't believe it."

Li Changhe said seriously.

Zhu Guangqian looked at Li Changhe in surprise.

"You know a lot. You even know Sun Lutang and Li Shuwen."

"Okay, since you don't believe me, I'm too lazy to talk to you anymore, go back!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned to walk to the other side.

Li Changhe watched Zhu Guangqian leave and shook his head with a strange look on his face.

He thought that the old professor wanted him to teach the Eight Parts of Vajra Kung Fu.

But it is better not to teach him. Although the Eight-Part Vajra Exercise is a health-preserving exercise, the old man is so old and his bones are brittle, so that kind of stretching is not a good thing.

Besides, the old man also said that the qigong he practiced was Tai Chi.

Seeing that he is still energetic at the age of 81, he might be practicing the health-preserving Tai Chi. There is no need to change!

Li Changhe did not take the opportunity to leave. After all, today was the literature club's revival event, and as the vice president, it was impossible for him to just walk away.

When Li Changhe returned to the library, he saw Liu Xinwu and Liu Jianqing again. When the two saw Li Changhe coming back, they immediately came up to him.

After some small talk, we got to the point, which was the manuscript for October.

Li Changhe had actually finished writing it, but he just didn't have time to deliver it.

"The manuscript has been written. It's in my dormitory. I'll get it for you later."

At noon, Li Changhe invited Liu Xinwu and Liu Jianqing to the Long March canteen for lunch, and handed the manuscript to Liu Xinwu.

"Changhe, wait until I get back and issue the remuneration, and then I'll send it to you."

Liu Xinwu, who got the manuscript, spoke to Li Changhe in a serious tone.

"It's okay. I'm not in a hurry."

Normally, the royalties will be mailed to the author after a long time after the manuscript is published.

Li Changhe's approach of issuing an application as soon as the manuscript is submitted is actually an exception.

"Okay, but there is one more thing. Although I am here with Editor-in-Chief Liu, I still want to ask, do you have time to contribute to October?"

It will be published soon in October, but the magazine has not yet decided whether it will be a monthly or bimonthly issue.

The most important issue is the amount of manuscripts received. Without enough manuscripts, we cannot support the publication of a monthly magazine.

Li Changhe shook his head: "I'm sorry, I really don't have the energy to continue writing now. Not to mention October, People's Literature can't provide any more for the time being."

"All right!"

Although Liu Xinwu had expected Li Changhe's refusal, he was still a little disappointed.

Liu Jianqing was behind him, secretly giving Li Changhe a thumbs up.

He thought that Li Changhe was just using this as an excuse to reject Liu Xinwu's offer.

But in fact, Li Changhe really didn't have time to continue contributing articles.

It's already the end of September. If nothing unexpected happens, the person he's waiting for will arrive in October, and Li Changhe must make full preparations for this.

This is a big matter related to foreign exchange, and a small matter like literature can only be put aside.

After seeing off Liu Jianqing and Liu Xinwu, Li Changhe returned to school and continued his classes. Then, he spent his free time in the library.

On weekends, Li Changhe would send Zhu Lin to the CCTV building as usual, while he would still go to the Beijing Hotel. At the same time, Li Changhe also began to pay attention to the newspapers again.

He knew that the big boss came in a very low-key and secretive manner, but there was still a possibility that it would be reported in the newspapers.

In the blink of an eye, it is already October.

It is the National Day again this year. This year, we have two days off. Both schools and companies have two days off.

During the two days of National Day, the major parks in Beijing are always packed with people.

In the earliest times, the way to celebrate National Day was through public parades. Later, the parades were cancelled and replaced by parades in major parks.

The six major parks in Beijing were packed with people, with schools arranging activities and units organizing drums and gongs, creating a lively scene.

Li Changhe and Zhu Lin did not join in the fun. Neither of them was the type to do so.

It just so happened that Gong Xue and her friends had a day off during the National Day, so the master and apprentice got together during these two days.

They didn't go anywhere else, but found an open space along the Nanchang River, and then the two of them started practicing in the open space.

As for Li Changhe, he naturally came with his wife.

However, he is just a theorist. He can talk about theory eloquently, but Li Changhe does not understand practical acting training.

So Zhu Lin and Gong Xue were practicing in the shade of the trees by the river, while Li Changhe randomly found a stone and sat there reading the newspaper.

In order not to miss any news, Li Changhe bought more than a dozen newspapers this time, including several issues that he had missed some time ago. He planned to read them carefully one by one to see if he could catch any useful news.

He even did not let go of the Children's Daily.

after an hour
"Come on, let's take a break and drink some water!"

Zhu Lin and Gong Xue's throats were a little dry after practicing, after all, they were talking and communicating non-stop.

Fortunately, with Li Changhe's reminder, both of them brought water cups.

"call!"

Sitting under the tree, Zhu Lin fanned himself twice with the palm-leaf fan he brought with him.

The weather in October is not as hot as in September, but the temperature can sometimes rise.

"Sister Zhu Lin, does my brother-in-law like reading newspapers so much? Why did he buy so many?"

Seeing Li Changhe still sitting there concentrating on reading the newspaper, Gong Xue asked in surprise.

Is this the reason why he is so knowledgeable and talented?
Zhu Lin looked at Li Changhe, then shook his head and explained, "It's not that he likes to read. He reads the newspaper from time to time and cares about national affairs. He says that many national policies and guidelines can be revealed in the newspaper."

"Don't underestimate him because he's a writer. I've never seen him read any literary works. Other people use literary works to improve themselves, but I don't think he ever reads them."

"But the novels written by my brother-in-law are still very exciting. Many people in our group like to read them."

Gong Xue said softly.

During this period, she met Zhu Lin on weekends, and the two became familiar with each other, so she was no longer so reserved.

At this moment, Li Changhe finally saw a piece of news in the newspaper.

A piece of news about someone who is not the person he is waiting for, but is very related to him.

Director Lu, the first director of the State Tourism Administration, takes office!
His taking office also means that Li Changhe and others are finally coming.

Because Director Lu is the guide of that big boss.

It's time to earn foreign exchange!
(End of this chapter)