Chapter 71: Relaxation and Tension
After finishing the grilled fish, Chen Jue sat and chatted with Yu Yue and the others. These people were all new-generation fishermen who had traveled far and wide and drifted on the sea all year round. Their experiences were more novel than those city dwellers who worked from nine to five.
Moreover, working at sea is risky. In addition to their tanned skin, several of them also had scabs from large and small skin injuries visible to the naked eye. These were obviously bumps and bruises caused while working on the boat.
Boatmen and fishermen have high incomes, but they risk their bodies on the sea, just like the fisherman ancestors Chen Juexue who created the boat fist.
In ancient times, fishermen in coastal areas not only had to fight the ocean with simple fishing tools, but they even had to risk their lives to fight the invading Japanese pirates and Western devils. What a heroic scene it was.
These are the greatness accumulated from the ordinary, and are also the epitome of the ancient fishermen that Chen Dezhong admires the most.
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They chatted and played until almost 1 o'clock. Chen Jue saw that these young fishermen were breathing heavily. He thought that their biological clocks had reached noon and they could not resist the sleepiness.
After they cleaned up the mess from the barbecue, they went upstairs to take a nap. They had originally come back from the typhoon to recuperate and build up their strength to continue working at sea.
Chen Jue didn't want to disturb them any further, so he went back to the small villa at the end and took a nice nap.
Now that a typhoon is approaching, the weather is turning cloudy, the sea breeze is howling, and the temperature at the seaside has dropped by several degrees. It is so sweet and comfortable to crawl into bed and sleep, just like a rainy weekend in winter when you curl up in a warm bed and don't want to get up.
Because he had perfected the Thirteen Taibao's horizontal training in the morning, and the grilled fish and fried noodles at noon were particularly delicious, and his stomach was full and warm, Chen Jue slept until 4 pm, sleeping for nearly 3 hours.
After getting up, I didn’t rush to practice exercises, but just relaxed for the afternoon. Anyway, I would be staying at the beach for a long time, so there was no need to rush.
Practicing martial arts requires a balance between relaxation and tension, and one should not just push forward aggressively.
Strongness cannot last forever, steady and long-lasting success is what Chen Jue pursues.
After washing his face with hot water to get rid of the sleepiness after getting up, Chen Jue went up to the rooftop platform and planned to take a look at the sea view in the afternoon.
The dark grey clouds were gathering thicker and thicker in the sky. The waves on the sea seemed much bigger than in the morning. The whistling sea breeze was blowing in my ears. I opened my phone and took a look at the typhoon's path. It didn't hit Dongdao County directly, but several predicted typhoon routes showed signs of passing by it.
The wind speed along the coast has risen to level 7 or 8. There are no traces of ships on the sea. I think they should return to the port to avoid the typhoon.
Just after turning off the phone and putting it back into his trouser pocket, Chen Jue suddenly felt the pores on the right side of his skin stand up. It was goose bumps. Turning his head curiously, he saw a middle-aged man in a suit and tie suddenly appeared on the rooftop of the small villa next door, which had already been checked out.
The man had a shaved head, a sturdy build, and sharp eyes. He seemed to be on guard against something. He stared at Chen Jue for a long time before retracting his scrutinizing gaze.
"Are there new tourists staying next door?" Chen Jue was puzzled. Maybe some new tourists came while he was taking a nap in the afternoon. But why did they come to the beach during a typhoon? No matter how he thought about it, it seemed a little strange.
Moreover, this middle-aged man in a suit and tie has the temperament of a bodyguard. Who would wrap himself up so tightly when coming to the beach for vacation?
He stuck his head out to take a look at the yard next door, and sure enough, there was another bodyguard dressed in the same way waiting at the door, looking around with an alert expression.
"Maybe it's some rich guy who's out for fun?" When Chen Jue was working in Hangzhou, he had seen directors of the company's parent company come to inspect.
When they travel, they are usually surrounded by a large group of people, including several drivers, secretaries, and bodyguards, and they are dressed similarly to these two.
After going downstairs with doubts, Chen Jue sent a message to Yu Yue to ask.
Judging from the reply from the other party, the two small villas next door were indeed booked by a wealthy man, one for himself and one for his bodyguards and servants.
It is said that this rich man took his family out for a sea trip, and unfortunately encountered a typhoon, so he moored the yacht at the pier of the fishing village. The best homestays in the entire fishing village are the newly built ones of Uncle Yu's family, so naturally he fell in love with this place at first sight.
During the chat, Yu Yue also sent a few photos of the rich man's yacht, saying that they were taken by a few friends when they passed by the dock . The photos show a super-large yacht that is white on top and black on the bottom, and it is obvious that it has several floors. Compared with the simple fishing boats of several villagers parked next to it, the size of the yacht itself is several times that of the fishing boats, which is very eye-catching.
Chen Jue had only seen such imported luxury yachts on Douyin. It was estimated that the construction cost alone was no less than 100 million yuan. He must be from a wealthy family.
"A rich man is here?" Chen Jue closed his WeChat and didn't care too much. He had seen a lot of rich people when he was in Hangzhou. If he was not from that class, there was no need to force himself to get along.
Even if you try to force yourself, others may not pay attention to you.
What's more, I live in a small detached villa, which is a completely enclosed space. I will not have any communication with that rich man. I can just live my own spiritual life behind closed doors.
However, just when Chen Jue returned to the living room on the first floor and planned to watch a documentary to kill time before dinner, in the living room of the villa , a young man dressed in casual sportswear and with a strong physique was holding an old book in his hand and reading it intently.
The young man saw the bodyguard who had been on the lookout going upstairs coming down the stairs. He put down the old book in his hand and asked, "Ajun, is there anything going on next door?"
The flat-headed bodyguard came forward and whispered, "Boss, the guy next door is a young man in his 20s. He looks like he has practiced some tricks and has very sharp reactions. When I went upstairs and took a look at him just now, he turned around and saw me."
"oh?"
"I didn't expect that I could meet a folk martial artist in a random fishing village? This is too coincidental..." The young man hesitated, then winked and said, "Take some time to find out the truth and don't leave any handle. Although the security in the country is good, my dad and his family are very suspicious. If they can't figure out who lives next door, I'm afraid they won't be able to sleep at night."
"Okay, boss! Ajun and the others will come back from buying groceries later. I'll find a chance to go and take a look after we have dinner and change shifts." The flat-headed bodyguard nodded, as if he was agreeing to something that was a common occurrence.
"Well, Jun, I trust you to be reliable, so go upstairs and keep watch!"
"This typhoon came at an unfortunate time, otherwise it would have reached Shanghai by now." The young man waved his hand and continued to flip through the old book in his hand.
The cover of this ancient book is printed with several words related to martial arts: "Able to explain the classics of Xingyiquan, the posthumous work of Guo Yunshen".
