Chapter 9

"Your Kung Fu is good. You can stay in the martial arts school." Chen Mo arranged some messy clothes and said to some people lying on the ground.

A few people couldn't help but smile when they heard that they could stay.

"I don't care what status you used to be in China. From now on, you are the teachers of this martial arts school. Here, you must obey my rules." Speaking of this, Chen Mo looked at them seriously and said in a deep voice, "I don't want to drive anyone out one day!"

These men are boxers who came to the United States from China to escape the war. They don't speak English. They have no skills except Kung Fu. They can only make a living by working hard at the wharf.

In order to improve his fighting skills, Chen Mo specially found a group of boxers who had just arrived in the United States and were worried about their livelihood, and selected four of them with the best Kung Fu.

After all, he was his own subordinate. Chen Mo still kept his right hand. A few people soon stood up and saluted Chen Mo with fists. They saw that his eyes were full of respect and gratitude.

"Thank you very much! Don't worry, we will not let the owner down! "

The answers of several people were loud and clear.

These boxers are all local people in China. They are more or less proud, but their experience in the United States has already let them down their arrogance and pride. In this war-torn world, they are satisfied to live and feed themselves and their families.

Chen Mo can take them in when they are most difficult and helpless, that is, their benefactor. The martial arts practitioners pay the most attention to their love and righteousness, and they will repay each other with a stream of grace. Several people are grateful for Chen Mo, and they hate not to repay him with powder.

Moreover, the people of martial arts respect martial arts. Chen Mo is so young that his strength is far above them. Although his skill is a little rough, it will become stronger in a little time, to the extent that they can only look up to. How can they not be full of reverence.

Looking at the looks of several boxers, Chen Mo nodded his head with satisfaction. All of them were men of true temperament, which could be used for a while.

There are three floors in the martial arts school.

The third floor is Chen Mo's private area. Other people can't go up at will.

As an open area, the first floor includes the hall, training room, challenge arena, dressing room and rest area. Several boxers are arranged in several guest rooms on the second floor.

It's much better than the dirty and shabby slum they live in. Several boxers looked at the spacious and comfortable room in front of them, and felt a sense of inexplicable warmth in their hearts. They felt warm in their hearts, and the eyes of the smoked people were a little red.

To be able to open a martial arts school in New York, Chen Mo is no longer a "black house", but the problem of identity is very good.

Hydra lurks many spies all over the world, many of them in high positions. Before leaving Norway, Chen Mo sent his real photos and fabricated identity to the past. There has been a new identity arranged for him. Even the U.S. government can't find any problems.

At the same time, inside Hydra, Chen Mo also arranged a new identity for himself. Red skull's new assistant, a Kung Fu expert from China, will cooperate with red skull to complete secret missions in the United States this time. Of course, his identity is strictly confidential.

After arriving in New York, Chen became a wealthy Chinese who came to the United States to avoid the war. He bought a whole building and opened a martial arts school in Brooklyn at a high price.

Red Skull disappeared into the vision of Hydra. Chen Mo, his assistant, took over the Hydra affairs temporarily and conducted remote control. Dr. Zola and major John, the new guard captain, were in charge of the base.

The worship and awe of the red skull have gone deep into the bones of all the people of the hydra. No one has any objection to his order. Their mission is to follow the will of the leader red skull and complete the task assigned by the red skull. After Chen Mo's cleaning, there is no other voice.

The brief disappearance of the red skull did not cause any confusion for the hydra. The construction of the base and various researches were carried out step by step. Dr. Zola's research on the magic cube of the universe also made progress.

Out of the practice room, Chen Mo went to the sofa by the window and sat down. He took the towel from the old housekeeper standing by.

"Eddie, are you still used to living here?" Chen Mo wipes his hands and hands the towel to the housekeeper. Standing in front of Chen Mo, he is dressed in a suit of dark gray suit, with neat white hair and a gentle and kind face. It is Eddie Abbott who taught Chen Mo German and painting for a month in Liverpool.

"It's very nice here. The bed in the room is very comfortable." Said old Albert in his gentle voice.

Before Chen came to the United States, he thought of the old Albert who stayed in Liverpool. As the only one in the world who can be regarded as a friend of Chen, Chen still had some worries. Before leaving, he went to Liverpool first and found the old Albert who still helped people draw in the square.

Despite Chen Mo's $10000, Albert's life hasn't changed much. In addition to renting a cheap house and having a place to live, he has also helped some of his countrymen who have a difficult life.

Every day I still go to the square to help people draw, but with the guarantee of life, my body is much better. I often think of the young man who helped him and gave him hope.When Chen Mo reappeared in front of him, old Albert's drawing hand couldn't help shaking, almost skewing. The young man who looked at himself with a smile in front of him, and the old Albert, who had always been serious about his smile, could not help smiling.

"Would you like a portrait, sir?" Old Albert asked with a smile.

"Why not?" When he stayed with old Albert, Chen Mo felt that his whole life was relaxed. He didn't need to think about any disguises and plans. He could relax for a while, enjoy his life and experience the old European culture.

This is the feeling of trust. Although he didn't get along for a long time, Chen Mo understood Albert's character. He was serious, optimistic, open-minded, kind and honest. He was an old man worthy of respect. He experienced too many tribulations, which made him look down on life and death. He was quiet and calm. The only time Chen Mo saw him lose his temper was when Chen Mo pretended to be himself At that time, Chen Mo's mouth turned up when he thought of Albert's suspicious expression.

When old Albert finished his work, he began to paint a picture of Chen mo.

"Eddie, I'm going to New York. Do you want to come with me?" Chen Mo sat in a wooden chair, holding still.

Old Albert was sketching on the drawing board with a paintbrush in his hand. He could not help but pause at the sound of his words, and then said after a while of meditation.

"Does the bag eat and live?"

Chen Mo is always amused by the little sense of humor that comes out of old Eddie from time to time. Usually, he plays a joke once in a while when he is a strict gentleman. No matter whether he is funny or not, Chen Mo can't help laughing. At the beginning, old Albert was hired here by Chen Mo with a daily salary of 10 yuan.

"Of course, ten yuan a day, including food and accommodation." Chen Mo replied with a smile.

"Congratulations, from today on, you have an excellent housekeeper." Old Albert put down his brush, stood up, and bowed gracefully.

It turns out that old Albert was born in an aristocratic family in the East Prussia of Germany. He received aristocratic education from childhood and had great talent in painting. After World War I, Albert, who was in the middle of the family, had to make his own way, and became the butler of the great aristocrat from a noble young master.

Until the noble master died, Albert, who was nearly 40 years old, decided to leave the castle to pursue his dream bravely and become an artist.

Even he didn't think of it. After a circle, he finally went back to his old business and became a housekeeper. But he can't think of anything else that can help Chen mo. he has basically learned his own skills. Now, with this advantage, he can help Chen Mo to take care of the logistics and take care of his life.

But my life is also wonderful. I have enjoyed the luxurious life of aristocrats, experienced the vicissitudes of the world, bravely pursued my dream, and experienced the hardships of living in the open.

Maybe, Chen will bring him a more wonderful second half of his life.