Film and TV: Obtain Alpha Dog at the beginning

When the white man saw Qin Hao, he immediately came over excitedly and spoke with a somewhat awkward Shanghainese accent.

"Hello Mr. Qin, I am a reporter from the New York Times. I would like to ask you for an exclusive interview. Is it convenient for you?"

Qin Hao originally didn't want to be interviewed, but Gong Baosen whispered: "You have become famous now. You will definitely not be able to hide if you want. Not just anyone can be included in this foreigner's newspaper." , this can be regarded as bringing glory to our school."

"Okay." Qin Hao thought for a moment and finally agreed.

The white man was very excited and chattered again. Because he spoke too fast and with a Shanghai accent, Qin Hao didn't understand and could only say in English: "Let's just communicate in English."

"Oh, my God, it's great that Mr. Qin can speak English. You know, Chinese pronunciation is really difficult." The white man said in surprise.

Qin Hao smiled: "Is it possible that the Shanghainese you learned is too difficult to understand?"

"Is that so? No wonder many people still can't understand it even after I've been studying it for several years."

"Ha ha."

I didn’t expect this foreigner to be quite interesting.

After chatting for a while, the white man took out a small tape recorder, then a pen and a notebook, and solemnly sat down opposite Qin Hao.

"Hello Mr. Qin, first of all, congratulations on your outstanding performance in yesterday's Sino-Japanese martial arts competition, helping China win the competition."

"Thanks."

The white man checked the recorder and made sure that the recording was OK, then asked again.

"Mr. Qin, you look very young. Can you tell me your actual age?"

"Twenty-three."

The white man's eyes widened with an exaggerated expression: "Are you sure?"

"certainly."

"Oh, well, it's unbelievable that you are so young." The white man paused and organized his words.

"Sorry, I don't mean to offend, but as far as I know, at your age, most people who practice martial arts have not yet become apprentices. Even in the United States, there are very few boxers of this age who can fight professionally. Sai, do you understand what I mean? That is to say, at this age, the bones are not fully developed and the muscles are still growing."

Qin Hao smiled faintly: "Well, you are right, but in this world, there are some individuals who exist to break the inherent ideas. In the United States, you generally call such people: geniuses."

Westerners are straight-minded. If you act modestly, they will not think you are modest, but that you are not confident enough.

A person without self-confidence cannot gain their respect.

The white man was very surprised by Qin Hao's answer. He shook his head and said with a smile: "Qin, you are really special. You are different from all the Chinese people I have met."

"Of course, everyone is unique, just like there are no two identical leaves in this world." Qin Hao spread his hands and said calmly.

The pen in the white man's hand paused for a moment, and he looked at Qin Hao in surprise: "Oh, you actually know Leibniz."

"Why not? Can't Chinese people read foreign books?"

"Of course not, it's just that I have seen many Chinese people prefer reading ancient philosophy books, such as The Analects of Confucius."

It can be seen that this foreigner who has also been in China for a long time actually knows the Analects of Confucius.

"But many of our younger generation are actively learning advanced foreign knowledge, especially science and engineering. These are what we lack."

"Well, I do see a lot of Chinese young people who study very hard and get good grades."

The white man realized that he was off topic and quickly brought it back to the subject.

"Mr. Qin, can you talk about your experience? When did you start practicing martial arts?"

Qin Hao thought for a while: "When I was very young, my family was relatively wealthy. I started attending private school at the age of six, and went to a Western school at the age of eight. When I was ten years old, something unexpected happened at home. My parents took me to Tianjin to escape famine. Later, They all died, leaving only me and a servant to depend on each other."

"Later I met my master Li Cunyi and became his last disciple."

The white man wrote quickly with a pen until he finished writing the last letter. After thinking for a moment, he continued to ask: "I would like to know what you think is the biggest difference between martial arts and fighting arts in other countries."

Qin Hao thought for a while: "In my opinion, the biggest difference between martial arts and boxing is that fighting skills focus more on building bone strength and muscle strength, while martial arts focuses more on inner fascia and deeper strength. .”

"Fascia?" The white man stopped writing and looked at Qin Hao curiously.

Qin Hao stretched out his hand and bent his elbow: "To put it simply, fascia is a tissue that is attached to bones and connects joints and muscles. Because it is often wrapped by muscles, many times, the human body cannot feel its existence. "

"Oh, this sounds a bit metaphysical." The white man smiled and shook his head. Obviously he did not agree with Qin Hao's theory.

Qin Hao continued unhurriedly: "The human body is like a sophisticated instrument, and there are still many mysteries that we cannot explain."

"for example?"

"For example, if you sit for a long time and write manuscripts, you will often feel soreness and pain in your back. I have a way to get you out of this state."

"Just use the martial arts theory you mentioned?"

"certainly."

"Oh, after you said that, I can't wait."

Qin Hao didn't waste any time. He walked directly behind the white man and pressed his shoulders with both hands: "Relax."

While talking, Qin Hao began to push the white man's blood.

At first, the white man only felt some pain, but soon, this pain was replaced by another very strange feeling. How to describe it specifically, he could not find the right words for the moment.

He just felt pain and pleasure, especially in the muscle groups that were usually prone to soreness. A numbing feeling gradually spread, making him moan in pleasure involuntarily.

After just a few minutes of pushing and revitalizing blood circulation, Qin Hao stopped and motioned for the white man to move.

The white man didn't take it seriously at first, but when he twisted his neck and shoulders, he found that he was not sore at all. He felt as if he was several years younger, and his body felt much lighter.

"Is this magic? Or witchcraft?"

Qin Hao was happy: "Perhaps you can call it: science that has not been recognized by the system."

"Oh, this is really amazing. How did you do it?" the white man marveled.

"This is what our martial artists have studied and passed down from generation to generation. In our theoretical system, the strength of bones and muscles will pass away in a very short period of time. This is a natural law and cannot be reversed by humans. Martial arts mainly trains fascia, and the strength of bones and muscles is only developed incidentally, so the strength of people who practice martial arts will not be so obvious. Take my master Li Cunyi as an example, he can still fight against others at the age of 70." Qin Hao said word for word.

Although the white man could not understand Qin Hao's theory, he still recorded everything meticulously.

"It does sound amazing. However, I was at the scene yesterday. During your duel with that Japanese samurai, your muscles were very developed. Was that also a result of training?"

Qin Hao shook his head: "No, although the muscle strength declines early, the results are very fast. In the same year, you can gain a hundred kilograms of punching strength by exercising your muscle strength, but you can only gain sixty kilograms by exercising your fascia." Therefore, I started doing strength training when I was very young, and my diet was also proportioned according to scientific proportions."

“Is this what you always say: attack both ways?”

"It can also be understood that way."

Afterwards, the white man asked some more questions about martial arts, and then left with satisfaction.

At first, Qin Hao didn't take this interview too seriously, and stayed in the hospital for the next period of time to take care of Gong Baosen's diet and daily life.

When Gong Baosen recovered and was discharged from the hospital a month later, Qin Hao's life was not so easy.

After that battle, Qin Hao became famous and would often be recognized when walking on the street. The scene was almost like a movie star.

That was all. What left Qin Hao speechless the most was that boxers would come to challenge him from time to time.

At first, Qin Hao didn't care. After a few moves and some real skills, the opponent basically gave up.

However, later, some people who had only learned some tricks came to Qin Hao to compete in order to become famous, which made Qin Hao extremely disturbed.

There was no other way. Qin Hao could only attack harder, incapacitating a few, and then calmed down a little. However, the number of people who came to challenge did not decrease at all, and it had seriously interfered with Qin Hao's daily life.

Qin Hao could only sneak back to Foshan with his two brothers Wang Kai, Wang Chao and Gong Ruomei. He originally thought that there would be less people coming to compete with him.

But after arriving in Foshan, he discovered that there were no shortage of people coming to compete with him.

People often come to challenge me while I'm eating.

"Master, why don't we brothers help you weigh their weight first? If you can't even defeat us, we have no right to challenge you."

Raising troops for a thousand days and using them for a while can also train the two brothers' practical abilities. Qin Hao thought about it and agreed.

This made the two brothers Wang Chao and Wang Kai extremely happy. On weekdays, they immersed themselves in boxing practice, but it was always too boring.

Not to mention, with these two brothers as door gods, Qin Hao's life is really much more leisurely.

These two brothers can be regarded as competitive, and less than one out of ten can pass their level. Occasionally, those who can beat them can be regarded as having some real skills, and Qin Hao is willing to communicate with them.

Qin Hao, who was far away across the ocean, didn't know that within this month, the New York Times' article interviewing him had been published.

At first, the New York Times only gave it a small space and reported it as an anecdote.

However, later, viewers began to call and inquire about Qin Hao's situation, expressing their desire to learn more about the mysterious martial arts of the ancient Eastern country.

So, there were the second and third articles.

The contents of these articles are all compiled from Qin Hao's interview. Due to translation problems, many terms are as mysterious to the American people as witchcraft. This has led many Americans to directly associate martial arts with "witchcraft". "Skill" is equated.

Among them, in the last article, the white man wrote about his personal experience of Qin Hao performing uterine intubation and blood circulation in the hospital that day, which aroused the curiosity of many middle-aged and elderly Americans.

As people get older, they inevitably have various problems with their bodies. After hearing about the magic in the newspapers, they naturally want to experience it.

So, Qin Hao received such an invitation letter.

The invitation was from the New York Times, saying that it was inviting him to the United States for martial arts exchanges. This made Qin Hao dumbfounded. Do Americans know what the word martial arts means? Also communicate.

Perhaps seeing that Qin Hao never replied, the New York Times directly used its connections to ask the U.S. ambassador to come forward and issue a formal invitation to the Nanjing government.

When the Nanjing government took a look, they quickly found Ye Yunbiao, and Ye Yunbiao came to Foshan with Gong Baosen's personal letter.

"Mr. Qin, Japan has been negotiating with the Nanjing government to hand you over. The country is in troubled times. I think it would be better for you to go to the United States to avoid the limelight first." Ye Yun advised earnestly.

Qin Hao thought the same thing. With his bald personality, if the Japanese put enough pressure on him, they might actually sell him out.

So, a week later, Qin Hao took Gong Ruomei on a flight to the United States.

"Wow, senior brother, this is America?"

"The buildings here are so tall."

"Brother, look at that statue. Is it a woman?"

After Gong Ruomei arrived in the United States, she never stopped talking and chattering. In fact, it is no wonder that in China in the 20th century, even in cities like Shanghai, there were very few high-rise buildings, and they were generally low-rise buildings. old house.

Compared with the high-rise buildings here in the United States, it's like entering a new world.

"Mr. Qin, this is the hotel where you two are staying. You two should rest for a while, get off the jet lag, and adjust your state. The day after tomorrow, we will go to the New York TV station to record the program." The person who came to receive Qin Hao this time was the same person who came to receive Qin Hao last time in Shanghai. John, the white man who interviewed him, was considered an acquaintance.

As for being on TV, this was something Qin Hao didn't expect at first. He originally thought it would just be an interview or something.

However, this program is not a serious talk show, but an entertainment program, somewhat similar to a talk show, where a host talks to you and then adds some expressive programs.

The funniest thing is that John also asked if he should prepare some props in advance, which made Qin Hao speechless for a while. He was mistaking him for a charlatan.

That night, Qin Hao was preparing to go to bed when there was a knock on the door. When he opened the door, he saw Gong Ruomei wearing a cool silk pajamas and standing at the door with a sad face.

"Brother, I'm so sleepy, but I can't sleep. I have a severe headache."

"It's like this because of the time difference. Let me press it for you."

"Um."

Gong Ruomei unceremoniously fell down on the sofa, and her thin and straight calves were exposed to the air without any protection. (End of chapter)