Zhenbei Martial Arts School!

In fact, it doesn't mean anything, it's just a matter of fame.

There are two stone lions standing outside. They look mottled after decades of wind and rain, but their half-open mouths seem to be roaring in a low voice, and even from outside, you can hear the shouts and spirits coming from inside.

Full of God.

The door faces the living room, which is decorated with antique and old furniture.

An old man wearing a mandarin jacket and a goatee was holding tea and sipping it. He seemed to be in his seventies, but he looked very strong. Opposite him sat Mark Lee, but at this time he

Somewhat embarrassed.

His hands were covered with plaster, his face was bruised and bruised, and he looked a little anxious. He kept raising his head and looking out the door.

"Sit tight. I know what you are thinking. That girl Yuyi will be fine. I asked Wu Sen to find her and I will definitely bring her back." The old man put down his tea cup and said gently.

Mark Li nodded. He actually had a small grudge with Wu Sen, and was afraid that the other party wouldn't take it seriously.

This person has enemies everywhere, but not to mention, he has some affinity with Zhu Bao, the director of the martial arts gym. The latter is a very old-fashioned person, and the acquaintance between the two is just an encounter. Mark doesn't want to know about Duan Kun.

If you owe someone a favor, you should keep it to yourself, otherwise with the old man's reputation in Chinatown, it wouldn't be a matter of just a word.

Hearing Zhu Bao's comfort, Mark just smiled stiffly.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. He stood up as if there was a spring on his butt. An apprentice went up to open the door and saw a group of people standing at the door. Wu Sen was leading the way, and behind him

A bunch of...foreign devils in suits?

Mark felt a little relieved when he saw his little sister among them. When the latter saw him, he also shouted, ran up and hugged him and cried softly.

"Wu Sen, who are these gentlemen?" Zhu Bao stood up and asked, frowning slightly. Mainly, he also found that this group of people was not simple. They were full of military spirit in their movements, especially the Asian man in the middle who looked curiously.

Looking around, could this be the fault of his apprentice?

"Teacher, this is Mr. Tang..."

Wu Sen bowed respectfully and said hello, introduced him, paused, and said softly, "Duan Kun has been abolished."

The words were not loud, but Mark who was next to him heard them clearly. He looked at Tang Dao in surprise. Although Duan Kun was not a Taoist, he was a member of the big circle after all. He had the character of protecting others.

, I will definitely take revenge!

What matters in the world is face, and this must be fought back.

Zhu Bao nodded and held his hands, "I am the owner of the Zhenbei Martial Arts School. I didn't know that Mr. Tang was here to visit me. Please forgive me."

The older generation always pays attention to so many etiquettes, which made Tang Dao panic, and finally waved his hand, "I just came over to take a look."

"Please come inside and Wu Sen will serve you some good tea."

The second half of this sentence was addressed to his apprentice. Wu Sen looked at Tang Dao in surprise and nodded in agreement. He knew that the master had hidden fine Pu'er tea cakes for more than ten years. Usually,

I couldn't bear to part with it, I only took it out occasionally to smell it, and when regular customers came to visit me, I picked it out.

There are only two chairs in the hall. It's not that you can't afford them, but that people of this status respect the left, and those who are equal to him only need to be on the right.

"Mr. Tang, what's the matter here? Did my disciple have any trouble with your Majesty?" The old man spoke in a formal tone.

"Miss Zhu called me and told me that Mr. Mark was in danger, so I rushed to Chinatown and happened to bump into Mr. Wu. I heard that there was a martial arts master here, so I came to take a look." Tang Dao said with a smile.

Zhu Bao felt relieved now. He was old and didn't want to offend some inexplicable people.

Tang Dao actually had an idea in his mind. This was what he suddenly wanted to fight when he first walked in. Since he had set up a training camp to train mercenaries, of course he also had to cultivate their close combat abilities. All martial arts in the world, including Brazilian Rouge,

Jutsu, Jeet Kune Do, Taekwondo, Muay Thai and even martial arts, the existence of these things is his reason.

The words "Siberian training camp!" suddenly rang in his mind.

Of course, although Maozi said decisively that this training camp does not exist, there are some things that are beyond imagination.

Moreover, Tang Dao learned from Cherkovso that there was indeed a training camp, but he didn't know much about what it did specifically. He only knew how to train warriors.

Tang Dao is the first thing that businessmen think of is making money.

There is a gimmick here, gathering martial arts masters from all sects in a training camp. This can attract a group of trainers who come here for their fame. Then there is too much room for manipulation. We are about to enter the millennium. What?

The most profitable?

Gimmick! Hype!

As long as you can blow it, there will be people who will invest in things like Himalaya laying tiles for you.

Hearing Zhu Bao's question, Tang Dao was straightforward. After all, he is of Chinese descent and likes to be direct, "I want to invest in your martial arts school."

Just as Zhu Bao was about to refuse, he saw the other party holding out two fingers and said, "Two million US dollars!"

"Ahem..." He quickly stopped what he had said before he could say it. This is true, people have to eat! He accidentally grabbed his beard and said in a high and steady voice, "Invest 2 million?"

It’s not that no one has invested in him before, but most of them are only willing to give around 100,000 US dollars. Do you call this amount of money an investment?

What can you do?

Invest in a pie stall?

But Zhu Bao was still very wary and raised his eyebrows, "I wonder why Mr. Tang chose our Zhenbei Martial Arts School?"

"Rich." Tang Dao spread his hands and smiled.

This reason is really invincible. If you have money, you can really do whatever you want.

"Then what do we need to pay?" Zhu Bao asked after being silent for a while.

"Of course, I have a company under my command, and the people in it need training. I would like to sign a contract with your company, and you will be responsible for sending people to help me train."

Just such a small thing?

Is the other party willing to pay so much money? Zhu Bao listened carefully to the other party and continued, "This money is for you to expand the martial arts school. I know that there are many Chinese martial arts masters in Boston and even many North America. Why can't we bring them together?"

Um?!

Zhu Bao opened his eyes suddenly, he heard ambition from Tang Dao's words!

"This is unlikely, Mr. Tang. I know that every martial arts sect that comes overseas is very xenophobic. I'm afraid..."

"The world has changed!" Tang Dao turned around and looked directly at the other party, "Now that we no longer care about so-called factions, how can they still refuse money?"

These words were very fruitful, which Zhu Bao couldn't accept, but this was the reality.

Times have changed.

"Don't you want to carry forward all the factions? Especially in the current era of hot weapons, to put it bluntly, when you die in the future, won't you have to take a lot of things with you?" Tang Dao also knew that he was getting older with this gang.

What you have to discuss is inheritance.

Just like my grandfather wanted me to learn carpentry.

Sure enough, there was a bit of hesitation on Zhu Bao's wrinkled old face. He finally thought for a long time before agreeing, but he didn't guarantee it, "I can try to persuade them, but... they may not agree."

Tang Dao just smiled at this.

These living beings all come and go for benefit. Isn’t it just for food to open a martial arts gym? Isn’t it better to give them money?

As for the investment method, of course it will not give money directly, but Tang Dao will set up a "Chinese Martial Arts Foundation" in the name of a consortium!

Of course, the name is to protect tradition, promote martial arts, and strengthen the body.
Chapter completed!