The Strongest Arms Dealer

|||Zhenbei Martial Arts Hall!

In fact, it doesn't mean anything, it's purely famous and domineering.

There are two stone lions outside. After decades of wind and rain, they look mottled, but the half-open mouth seems to be roaring in a low voice, and even outside, you can hear the yelling from inside. God is full.

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

An old man with a goatee in a mandarin jacket was sipping tea. He looked to be over seventy years old, but he looked very strong. Mark Li was sitting across from him, but at this moment he was a little Embarrassed.

With a plaster cast on his hand, his face was bruised and purple, with a little anxiety on his face, he kept raising his head and looking out the door.

"Sit down properly, I know what you're thinking, that girl Yuyi will be fine, I'll let Wu Sen find her, and I'll definitely bring her back." The old man put down his teacup and said softly.

Mark Li nodded. He actually had a little grudge with Wu Sen, and he was afraid that the other party would not care.

This person has enemies everywhere, but not to mention, he has a bit of speculation with Zhu Bao, the curator of the martial arts gym. If you owe favors, you will hide it yourself, otherwise, with the old man's reputation in Chinatown, it is not a matter of saying a word.

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

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door. He seemed to have a spring installed on his buttocks, so he stood up directly. When an apprentice went up to open the door, he saw a group of people standing at the door. Wu Sen was leading the way, behind him It's a bunch of...foreign devils in suits?

When Mark saw the little girl among them, he felt a little relieved, and when the latter saw him, he also yelled, ran up and hugged him and wept softly.

"Wu Sen, who are these gentlemen?" Zhu Bao stood up and asked, frowning faintly, mainly because he also found that this group of people is not simple, and their gestures are full of rank, especially the Asian in the middle who is very curious. Looking around, could it be that this is caused by his apprentice?

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

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

These words were not loud, but Mark who was next to him could hear them clearly, and looked at Tang Dao with a little surprise. , must retaliate!

What is important in the world is face, and this will definitely come back.

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

The older generation always paid so much attention to etiquette, which made Tang Dao flustered, and finally waved his hand, "I'm just here to take a look."

"Come inside, Wu Sen serves good tea."

The second half of the sentence was addressed to his apprentice. Wu Sen looked at Tang Dao in surprise and nodded in response. He knew that the master had hidden high-quality Pu’er tea cakes for more than ten years. I don’t want to part with it, I only take it out occasionally to smell it, and only pick it out when old customers come to the door.

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

"Mr. Tang, what are you talking about? Is my apprentice offending you in any way?" The old man spoke politely.

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

Zhu Bao felt relieved now, he was old and didn't want to provoke some people who didn't know why.

Tang Dao actually had an idea in his heart. This was what he wanted to fight when he first came in. Since he set up a training camp and trained mercenaries, he must also cultivate their melee combat ability. All martial arts in the world, including Brazilian soft Jujube, Jeet Kune Do, Taekwondo, Muay Thai and even martial arts, these things exist is his reason.

The "Siberian training camp!" suddenly sounded in his mind.

Of course, although Maozi said decisively that this training camp does not exist, there are some things that cannot be imagined.

Moreover, Tang Dao learned from Cherkovso that there is indeed a training camp, but he doesn't know much about what it does, he only knows how to train fighters.

Tang Dao is the first thing a businessman thinks of to make money.

There is a gimmick in it, gathering martial arts masters from all factions in a training camp, this will attract a group of trainers who come here admiringly, then there is too much room for manipulation, and it is about to enter the millennium, what? most profitable?

Gimmick! Hype!

As long as you can blow it, someone will invest in Himalaya tiles for you.

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

Just as Zhu Bao was about to refuse, he saw the other party stretch out two fingers, "2 million US dollars!"

"Ahem..." It's not unavoidable to quickly close the words before they are said, people have to eat! This accident also pulled his own beard, and his voice was cadenced, "Invest 2 million?"

It's not that no one invested in him before, but most of them were only willing to give around $100,000. Do you call this amount an investment?

What can I do?

Investing in a pancake stand?

But Zhu Bao was still very vigilant, raising his eyebrows, "I don't know why Mr. Tang chose our Zhenbei martial arts school?"

"It's rich." Tang Dao spread his hands and smiled.

This reason is really invincible, money can really do whatever they want.

"Then what do we need to pay?" Zhu Bao asked after a moment of silence.

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

Just such a small thing?

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

Um? !

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

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

"The morals of the world have changed!" Tang Dao turned his head and looked straight at the other party, "Now that they don't pay attention to the so-called factions, can they still refuse money?"

These words are very fruitful, which makes Zhu Bao unacceptable, but this is the reality.

The times are different~www.wuxiaspot.com~Don't you want to carry forward all factions? Especially in the current era of hot weapons, to put it bluntly, when you die in the future, do you have to take a lot of things with you? "Tang Dao also knows that what you have to discuss with these elderly people is inheritance.

It's like my grandfather wanted me to learn carpentry before.

Sure enough, there was some hesitation on the skin of Zhu Bao's wrinkled old face, and he finally agreed after thinking for a while, but he was not sure, "I can try to persuade them, but... I may not agree."

Tang Dao just smiled at this.

All living beings are for profit, all for profit, isn't the purpose of opening a martial arts gym is to eat? Isn't it good 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 the consortium!

The name is of course aimed at protecting traditions, promoting martial arts, and strengthening the body.

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