Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

"Mike, do you have any relatives that need to be settled? I must tell you in advance, we rarely stay in one place for a long time, so if you make up your mind to worship my companion as a master, you will have to leave home for a long time time."

Tan Zhenhua said this to Tyson during dinner, and Tyson replied after hesitating for a moment: "My mother still lives in Brooklyn, maybe I should go and tell her."

"It should be." Tan Zhenhua nodded and then asked again: "Your mother, does she have a job?"

Tyson hesitated for a moment before replied: "Sometimes it does...but it doesn't matter. She has a boyfriend. They have been together for a long time, and I may be their burden."

This is really the daily life of American families...

Tan Zhenhua thought for a while, took out the checkbook from his arms, wrote a check for 10,000 U.S. dollars and gave it to Tyson, and then solemnly said: "Mike, although my companion is your master, I think I should give you your first class. Here is ten thousand dollars. You can choose to give it to your mother or keep it by yourself. However, before you make a decision, I want to teach you something Chinese, come, follow me."

Although Tan Zhenhua on the opposite side looked not much older than himself, the series of events that had happened in the past two days made the young Tyson feel unusual for the two mysterious Chinese people in front of him.

The two of them, one masters powerful fighting skills and can easily defeat the most powerful Apollo Quinn in the boxing gym. This one is about to become his master; the other has a keen eye, a sharp word, and can see through his own. What the Enlightenment Coach Mr. D'Amato could not see through.

So, what will be the first lesson this Chinese person of his age teaches himself?

Mike Tyson followed Tan Zhenhua awkwardly and said, "Hundreds of good filial piety first."

After repeating it several times, and finally allowing the real Huaxia people to barely understand, he asked Tan Zhenhua questioningly: "Sir, what does this Chinese sentence mean?"

"It means that all acts of kindness start with respect for their parents."

Tan Zhenhua translated briefly, and did not intend to give Tyson any further explanation.

On the Internet in his previous life, Mike Tyson has always been evaluated as a prodigal but also a filial son. He has deep feelings for his enlightenment coach and his mother, even though his mother’s method of educating him has always been violence. Mainly, but the things on the Internet, who knows the truth or not, Tan Zhenhua decided to test it by himself. A person's heart is good or bad, in fact, some clues can be seen from his attitude towards his parents.

Mike Tyson lowered his head and repeated the sentence in Chinese softly several times. Then he looked up at Tan Zhenhua and said: "Sir, I understand what you mean. I will give the $10,000 to my mother, hoping she can live a life. Slightly better."

Tan Zhenhua nodded very satisfied, stood up, patted Tyson on the shoulder, and said old-fashioned: "Then Mike, go home now, go and be alone with your mother and tell him that you are about to pursue fighting skills. The truth is, I will wait for you at the Marriott Hotel at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. If you don’t come, then I will treat you as a change of mind. I will leave directly with my companion. Do you understand what I mean?"

Mike Tyson stood up, bowed slightly at Tan Zhenhua and Lin Shuangxi, then turned and left. Tan Zhenhua looked at his majestic back for a while, then turned his face to Lin Shuangxi and smiled: "Brother Shuangxi, I have a hunch that your big disciple will definitely achieve very high achievements."

Lin Shuangxi shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "I hope, but before teaching him Kung Fu, I must first teach him Chinese-oh no, I can't do this difficult task because I don't understand English at all. Then Zhenhua will only trouble you. Zhenhua, you have practiced Kung Fu for two days. You should know that if you don't understand Chinese, we can't communicate with many of the formulas in Kung Fu at all."

Tan Zhenhua slapped his head and said regretfully: "What a great thing for Mao, I now have a kind of cocoon and self-restraint..."

Lin Shuangxi could not help but smile when he saw him deflated: "This **** guy used to walk outside the house. He has to switch to our internal practice. You can't say you have to suffer a bit, but look at him. Actually, the foundation is pretty good. Maybe it’s really a manufacturable material. If you accept this apprentice, you shouldn’t smash our Mojiaquan’s signature, but I’ve been wondering, how can you spend so much money on such a **** He has calculated his strength, and he has to come to you? There must be some special reason for this?"

Tan Zhenhua triumphantly just wanted to say that this kid will be the champion of the world in the future. Let's go out and have a champion as a bodyguard behind him. How awesome...

But when the words came to my lips, I remembered something again, and he couldn't help but screamed, and his face paled.

Lin Shuangxi thought something was happening, so he quickly stood up and looked around. After observing for a long time, he didn't find any situation. He couldn't help but asked Tan Zhenhua in doubt, "Zhenhua, what's the matter with you?"

Tan Zhenhua shook his head calmly and said: "It's nothing, Brother Shuangxi, I just wanted to interrupt something. It's okay now, it's okay."

Lin Shuangxi stared at him suspiciously for a long time, and found that his face had indeed gradually returned to normal, so he followed the principle Xie Li had given him and did not ask any more.

Where did he know that Tan Zhenhua's heart was overwhelming at the moment: "What a miscalculation this time, I knew Mike Tyson was the future boxing champion, so as soon as I met him, I tried to trick him and myself. But in this way, won't this kid no longer have the chance to become the champion? How can I pretend if I can't become the champion of boxing?"

...

"Mr. Eric, a gentleman left a note for you, right here."

As soon as he walked into the lobby of the Marriott Hotel, the hospitable waiter greeted him and said to Tan Zhenhua, and at the same time handed a sealed thin envelope.

"Oh? Did that gentleman say his name?" Tan Zhenhua asked casually.

"No, but he said that you can understand it by looking at the contents."

Tan Zhenhua nodded, took out a $5 tip and sent away the waiter, and took the envelope and got on the elevator.

After returning to the room, he found a paper cutter and carefully cut the envelope, took out the letter paper inside, and saw that only a short line of words was written on it:

"Manhattan, 240 Greenwich Street, Mellon National Bank headquarters, tomorrow morning at ten."