The next day, when the sun had just risen, Zhou Fu walked out of his room.
What woke him up that day was not the dream of getting skillful points, but the fact that he was not sleepy!
'Could it be that leveling up martial arts gives me this benefit?!'
Zhou Fu, who was just about to be happy, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and a terrifying thought appeared in his mind.
Was this a disguised way for him to work overtime?
In this world where there were no phones, no internet, and no computers, what else could he do other than get skillful points?!
Now that he had seen through something, the truth had been discovered.
The half-smile on his face instantly disappeared, and at the same time, he felt the pain of having to work overtime.
He walked out of his room with complicated feelings, and a burst of hearty laughter greeted him.
"Hahahaha!
I knew you were a hardworking child. "
He looked up and saw a wooden stake in the yard. It looked like a boxing target, and beside it stood Wang Feng, the Zhou family's servant.
"Uncle Feng, what are you doing?"
When Wang Feng saw Zhou Fu walk closer, he smiled and nodded. He pointed at the wooden frame beside him and said, "Yesterday, I saw that you only knew how to hide your head, but did you know that these moves are dead and people are alive?
"No matter how skilled you are in your moves, people will still dodge them. So, after thinking about it, I decided to give you a boxing stance today."
"Thank you, Uncle Feng."
"Hahahaha, you don't have to be so courteous with me. Come, I'll show you the moves of Rolling Stone Palm. Watch carefully."
Right after he finished speaking, Wang Feng pulled open his stance and attacked the boxing stance.
Crackling sounds could be heard, and the powerful force caused the ground to tremble slightly.
Looking at Wang Feng's movements, Zhou Fu's eyes sparkled. He realized that as long as the moves were on point, the speed did not matter.
Time passed by slowly, and he finished executing the moves and force execution of Rolling Stone Palm.
"Boy, I've finished one round. Come and try it."
After the demonstration, Wang Feng walked to the side and looked at Zhou Fu with bright eyes.
"Uncle Feng, I'll embarrass myself!"
Swing!
Kick!
The moves of Rolling Stone Palm were executed by Zhou Fu, and each move landed on the wooden stake.
His movements weren't fast, but they were steady. Zhou Fu didn't make any of the mistakes that newbies often made, such as not being able to extend his arms or not having enough strength.
Wang Feng, who was observing from the side, felt his heart rise and fall. His eyes were filled with joy and regret.
Bang!
The wooden stake shook. Zhou Fu stopped and stood up.
He hurriedly brought up the support interface. The proficiency of Rolling Stone Palm had increased by two points!
Illusion?
No, it really increased by two points!
A wonderful and blissful feeling instantly spread in Zhou Fu's heart. This feeling was too good.
"This is a f * cking great tool for grinding proficiency. Why didn't I think of it back then?!"
The door to a new world had been opened, and Zhou Fu was very excited.
"Brat, don't be happy too early. Your moves are still too rusty. The strength and speed of your attacks are too slow. You must not be arrogant and complacent!"
When Wang Feng saw the smile on Zhou Fu's face, he scolded in a deep voice.
"Uncle Feng, don't worry. I understand."
"That's good. Continue training. If there's anything you don't understand, come and ask me."
"Yes, Uncle Feng. Take care."
After leaving the courtyard, Wang Feng rushed back to his room and closed the door.
He took out a painting from the cabinet and unfolded it. It was the portrait of a middle-aged man wearing a long robe.
He hung the portrait on the wall and placed an incense burner in front of it.
Wang Feng knelt down in front of the incense.
"Master!
Unfilial disciple Wang Feng kowtows! "
… …
"Awesome, this is too awesome. If I knew it would be like this, Mountain Breaking Fist wouldn't only have a dozen points of proficiency."
Zhou Fu mumbled as he ate his breakfast. He was very impulsive. In the two hours after Wang Feng left, he had increased his proficiency of Rolling Stone Palm to 40 points!
If he calculated it this way, he would only need a few days to get 1,000 points.
Zhou Fu, who was in a good mood, ate quickly. He wanted to get the proficiency of both martial arts to three digits today.
"Young Master, Master has ordered you to go to Heng Yun Gambling House today."
Zhou Mansion's Head Butler Old Ma stood at the entrance of the courtyard and said.
"Now?"
Zhou Fu was unhappy that his plan had been interrupted.
"You can wait for a while, but don't take too long. Heng Yun Gambling House's Manager Liao has already prepared everything. He's just waiting for you."
Zhou Fu did not object to Zhou Dacai's arrangements. After all, all his money was given to him by his father.
"Alright, I'll pack up. We'll leave now.
Oh right, bring this thing with you. "
Old Ma was stunned when he saw the wooden stake Zhou Fu was pointing at. He quickly replied, "Young Master, don't worry. I'll make the arrangements."
… …
Heng Yun Gambling House was quite far from Zhou Mansion. The carriage only arrived after an hour.
"Young Master, we're here."
Old Ma woke up Zhou Fu, who was sleeping soundly. He pointed at the tall and imposing building outside and said, "This is the gambling house."
Heng Yun Gambling House!
There was a plaque hanging on the tall and imposing entrance. There were four big golden words on it.
To Zhou Fu's surprise, there was a "Zhou" and a "Deficit" written side by side on the plaque.
If one were to follow the order from left to right, Chi would be in front and Zhou would be behind.
"Butler Ma, what's this" Deficit "all about?"
Old Ma grinned and said, "Chi represents the Red Sea gang. Young Master, you'll find out later. Look, Manager Liao is here. Let's go down."
A few people walked out of the gambling house. The leader was a tall and thin middle-aged man in a dark golden robe. He looked serious, but he was smiling.
"Liaohun greets Eldest Young Master and Butler Ma."
The middle-aged man bowed to Zhou Fu and then to Old Ma.
"Young Master, this is Manager Liao of Heng Yun Gambling House."
After the introduction, Old Ma gave a subtle look, indicating that Liaohun was one of them and also Zhou Dacai's confidant.
Zhou Fu nodded in understanding. He stepped forward and said, "Manager Liao is too polite. You don't have to be so polite."
"Young Master, you can talk to Manager Liao if you need anything. I'll go back first."
"Take care, Butler Ma."
After Old Ma left, Liaohun said, "Young Master, let me take you to familiarize yourself with the environment here."
He had received a letter from the Zhou Residence before Zhou Fu had come. Although he was very puzzled as to why Zhou Fu, this hedonistic son of a rich family who did not know the ways of the world, was in charge, he was not the least bit vague about Zhou Dacai's arrangements.
"No need." Zhou Fu directly refused.
What a joke. For him, the most important thing now was to practice. Didn't they see that he had brought the wooden stakes?
"Uh, what do you mean, Young Master?"
This reaction made Liaohun a little confused. Logically speaking, when a playboy was managing a gambling house, shouldn't the first thing he did be playing?
Why does this guy look so uninterested?
Zhou Fu shook his head and said, "Manager Liao is an old man here. You don't have to worry about me."
It was impossible for him to work. It was impossible for him to work in this life. Don't even think about it. Otherwise, his identity as a rich second generation would be in vain.
"Prepare a spacious yard for me. Put the wooden stakes I brought. Prepare vegetables, meat, and warm water for bathing. Leave two people to serve me."
"This …"
He was embarrassed by Zhou Fu's request. After all, Zhou Dacai didn't arrange it like this.
Seeing Liaohun's hesitation, he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Since I'm in charge here, listen to me. Go."
"Yes!"