Chapter 15

At first glance, the posture of the two pictures is nothing strange, but it fell into Chu Nan's eyes and immediately turned into a lot of relevant data.

According to the data in his mind and the powerful experience gained in tens of thousands of battles, he was surprised to find that these two seemingly ordinary postures fit with the villain in the picture and can even play the highest strength in this posture.

"It seems that this thing is not fooling people." Chu Nan turned back and found that there was only the first move and the first style on the introduction. He had to look up and ask the stall owner, "is there a full version of this?"

The stall owner is a middle-aged man in his forties. With a shrewd face, he looks like a businessman, more like a martial artist. Seeing that Chu Nan seems to be interested in Hong's long fist, he immediately shows a bright smile.

"Of course there is. How can there be half of the things in Hong Changzhi's stall? Little brother, are you interested?"

Chu Nan nodded: "can you show me the full version?"

Hong Changzhi showed a surprised look: "little brother, is this your first time? You don't know that this martial art is different from other things. You won't get the full version when trading."

Chu Nan was slightly stunned, and then realized that the focus of martial arts is the content. If the full version has been seen, it is likely to be directly stolen.

He lowered his head and turned over the first move and the first move of Hong's long fist. Chu Nan hesitated and asked, "how do you sell this?"

"There are two ways of trading. One way is for you to exchange another martial arts skill, as long as I think it's appropriate. The other way is simple. Pay directly."

"I don't have martial arts skills. How much is this?" Chu Nan asked directly.

Hong Changzhi glanced up and down at Chu Nan, estimated for a while, and then stretched out five fingers.

"Fifty thousand federal dollars."

"What? Fifty thousand?" Chu Nan was immediately startled. It never occurred to him that this mere book "Hong's long fist" would sell at such a high price.

Although Chu Nan didn't see the full version, it is estimated from the first move and the first style that if this martial skill is evaluated, it is estimated that it can only be rated as level D at most.

Chu Nan's personal account now only has more than 30000 federal dollars saved by his frugality, which is far from this price.

"It's too expensive. Can you make it cheaper?" Chu Nan tried to bargain.

"Little brother, this is the boxing handed down by our Hong family. If I didn't have difficulties waiting for money, I wouldn't take it out at all." Hong Changzhi will not give in.

Chu Nan glanced at Hong Changzhi's obviously expensive clothes and the glittering ring on his finger, thinking that your nonsense would be used to fool the child.

As soon as his eyes turned, Chu Nan sighed, put down the introduction, put on a sorry expression, shook his head and said, "that's a pity. Forget it, I'll go somewhere else."

Hong Changzhi didn't expect that he just made a gesture, and Chu Nan gave up directly. This surprised him. Seeing that Chu Nan was going to leave, he quickly raised his voice: "little brother, little brother, don't hurry, you can discuss, you can discuss..."

Chu Nan continued to shake his head: "no, I only have ten thousand federal dollars on me. It's too much difference." Then he turned around again and left.

This time, Hong Changzhi was even more anxious. He even walked out from behind the booth and stopped Chu Nan with his hand.

"Don't worry, little brother. It's rare that you like this martial art. You can't miss it at will. You also know how difficult it is for us martial artists to choose a martial art suitable for ourselves. If you miss this time, you won't know when it will be next time."

"But I don't have that much money."

Hong Changzhi frowned, sighed suddenly, made a sad expression, waved his hand and said, "it's all right. Since the little brother likes it, I can only bear the pain to give it up. Well, ten thousand is ten thousand. If I lose a little, I'll make a friend of you."

But Chu Nan also frowned and said with a embarrassed look: "but I have an appointment with a girl today, and I have to leave some money to go shopping with her..."

Hong Changzhi's face twitched: "this... Well, 8000, no less! Little brother, this is the price of vomiting blood."

Chu Nan looked back at the booth, bowed his head and thought for a while, sighed and shook his head: "forget it. Today is her birthday, and I have to give her a birthday present." After saying that, Hong Changzhi pushed away and left straight away.

Seeing that Chu Nan was about to disappear into the crowd, Hong Changzhi took an arrow step up, stopped Chu Nan again and stretched out five fingers at him.

"OK, five thousand! Just five thousand! There must be no less!"

Chu Nan smiled at the corner of his mouth, then was pressed down by him, made a hesitant look, and finally nodded heavily as if he were cruel.

"No, I'll have porridge every day for a month!"

How could Hong Changzhi not see the smile at the corner of Chu Nan's mouth? When he heard his words, he couldn't help rolling his eyes, thinking that your boy was so cunning, how could he go to have porridge.

But now that the price has been traded, he can't go back.

Immediately, Chu Nan transferred five thousand federal dollars from his account to Hong Changzhi's account through his personal terminal.

Seeing five thousand more in his personal account, Hong Changzhi smiled and took out a book with some broken appearance from his arms and handed it to Chu Nan.

"Little brother, this is a genuine product from our ancestors. Not to mention the martial arts in it, this book alone can be regarded as a cultural relic and ancient book, which is worth a lot of money."

Chu Nan nodded. Now that technology is so developed, paper records have been basically eliminated.

However, if this "Hong's long fist" is to be described as an ancient cultural relic, it is too high to see it.

After taking the book and turning it over, Chu Nan immediately determined that the eleven Style Hong's long fist in the back was indeed the same as the first style of the first move, taking the posture that can give full play to his strength.

"Little brother, don't you look at other martial arts? I have two kinds of swordsmanship, three kinds of swordsmanship, one kind of shooting, and good leg skills. What do you think?" Seeing Chu Nan put away "Hong's long fist", Hong Changzhi worked hard to sell it again.

Chu Nan was not polite, so he began to read them one by one.

However, in addition to "Hong's long fist", Chu Nan can judge that all other martial arts are rubbish by the data in his brain.

The most ridiculous is one of the leg techniques, in which several postures are very problematic. According to the data in Chu Nan's mind, if you practice according to these postures, the muscles on your legs will collapse due to perennial overload, and the final result is to waste your legs.

After sweeping these martial arts skills, Chu Nan shook his head and said goodbye to Hong Changzhi without hesitation.

Watching Chu Nan disappear in the crowd, Hong Changzhi finally couldn't help laughing with ecstasy in his heart.

"Ha, this fool, I found a broken book casually from the attic at home, but I was willing to spend 5000 yuan to buy it, ha ha..."