"One month."
Gan Zhi did not go home, but went around and came to the office.
Anyway, it’s not far from the No Limit Fighting Martial Arts School and you can walk there.
"If it's really as Lin Bin said, one month from now, on Dad's birthday... Big brother, I think you still look down on me?"
She whispered to herself, then
"Xiao Chen."
"Call the lawyers, now, immediately, right now!"
"Yes, Chairman."
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“Everyone is talented!”
Lin Bin sat behind the counter, legs crossed, looking relaxed. Thinking of the "identities" of the six students, he couldn't help but marvel at them.
"But unfortunately there are only six, and I don't know when more people will come. My promotional methods are still too poor."
"We still need four more. We can add one more person to the group."
"Well, we have to find a way to recruit some more people."
He was lost in thought.
However, Lin Bin knew very well that it would not be easy to recruit more people.
The reason is simple!
The factors for recruiting a martial arts school are actually quite straightforward. In short, it's a case study!
You brag about yourself so much, why don't you use your disciples' achievements to prove yourself?
Without any achievements, how many people would believe you?
It’s already good enough to be able to recruit these six.
Before we have any 'achievements', without any large-scale publicity, it would be really difficult to recruit four more at once. As for large-scale publicity...
The little money in hand is nothing.
I also thought about asking Gan Zhi for help.
But it was just a thought and I quickly gave up.
Why should they do that?
Why should I?
Tsk.
"It's a headache. Take it slow, one step at a time. There will always be a way."
Just when Lin Bin was about to take a nap, the chat group suddenly became lively.
Taoist Priest Wang: "@Jiaqian Jushi, what Brother Ding said makes sense."
"Mr. Feng, it's true that Chinese martial arts are a form of killing, but if you practice Chinese martial arts to a high enough level, it's not just for killing. In fact, Chinese martial arts are not only for killing, they can also save lives."
“The ability to control oneself is the sign of mastery.”
"For example, Brother Ding has already reached the state of being able to control his power freely. He could have killed his fellow apprentices many times, but he always held back."
Mr. Jiaqian: "..., Daoist Master Wang, do you really have to use me as an example?"
"My junior brother is dead!"
"They are my dearest friends, relatives, brothers and sisters!"
The inheritor of Chinese martial arts: "Pfft, you have to pay more!"
Mr. Jiaqian: “Uh!!!”
Seeing that Mr. Jiaqian was speechless, Lin Bin almost laughed out loud, and then sent a message: "@Master Wang, were you busy before?"
Mr. Jiaqian: "Is he sleeping in?"
Taoist Wang: "That's not true."
"We true Taoists are very sensitive to the time and will never sleep in."
"I was indeed a bit busy before. To be honest, a challenger has arrived in Wudang, and I went to watch the show."
The martial arts inheritor: "Oh? If you talk about this, I won't be sleepy anymore. Then what?"
Taoist Priest Wang: "I was beaten so hard that I vomited blood."
Inheritor of Chinese martial arts: "..."
Mr. Jia Qian: "Not killing anymore?"
Taoist Priest Wang: "Our modern laws do not allow people to be killed at will. Besides, we are Taoists and do not like fighting and killing..."
Mr. Jiaqian: "Speaking of fighting and killing, @Feng Yuxiu, why are you silent?"
"Did he get beaten to death?"
After being @ed, Feng Yuxiu finally emerged.
“Here I come!”
"Thank you for the reminder, Taoist Priest, but after Mr. Jiaqian and the group leader gave me some advice, I already understood."
"I already know what I should do, so I'm busy now."
busy?
Lin Bin became interested.
What is such a killer busy with?
Be a swallow in the hall?
Taoist Priest Wang immediately asked, "What are you busy with?"
Feng Yuxiu: "Moving bricks."
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The world where Feng Yuxiu is located is Hong Kong.
Heat waves were surging on a construction site.
Feng Yuxiu was wearing a tattered vest, covered in dust and sweat, but he didn't care.
He ignored everyone and just worked hard, carrying five bags of cement by himself and running very fast, which only made his already evil and fierce face look even more frightening.
Not far away.
Several men who did the same job all had gloomy faces and looked very depressed.
"Who is this guy?!"
"Did you grow up eating steel bars? You're so dark, skinny, and short, and yet you can actually carry five bags of cement and run so fast?!"
"He can do the work of five of us!!!"
"How about giving him a taste of his own medicine?"
"you go?"
"He's so damn strong, how are you going to treat him? Are you going to perform a yellow show yourself?"
"Forehead···"
"Old Wang, you actually know English."
"Slutty pig farts."
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In the group.
The inheritor of Chinese martial arts: “???”
Taoist Priest Wang: “???”
Mr. Jiaqian: "What is moving bricks?"
Lin Bin was stunned for a moment, then sent a message: "So-called brick-moving is hard labor, physical work. But, Lao Feng, what you call brick-moving is not normal brick-moving, right?"
Feng Yuxiu: "Ah? Oh, I'm moving cement."
"Shouldn't that be considered moving bricks?"
Taoist Priest Wang: "..., it counts, but why did you go and move cement???"
Are you crazy?
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