Gan Zhi just glanced at them and then said, "You really are a fair and just association."
"Then let me ask again, looking at the many martial arts schools in Southern Province, how many have not been recognized?"
"It's okay to tell you."
The young supervisor smiled and said, "For now, it's just your family."
"No problem."
Gan Zhi turned and was about to leave, but when she reached the door, she stopped, turned back, and said quietly, "I hope you won't regret your decision."
"What the hell."
The young supervisor chuckled and didn't take it seriously at all.
"She's quite pretty, but unfortunately she's just not very smart."
"You've offended so many schools and martial arts schools, and you still want to participate in exchange meetings and become famous?"
"But why do you feel familiar?"
He stroked his chin, and the more he thought about it, the more familiar it seemed.
Just at this moment, a colleague came over and said, "Xiao Zhou? Let's go and have dinner together."
"Brother Wang? Oh, ok, Brother Wang, I know a new alien restaurant that's pretty good..."
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In the afternoon, as soon as Lin Bin returned to the martial arts gym, Wang Xiaohu, who was sweating profusely, came over.
"Master, last month's gift has arrived."
"It's over 13 million in total. After tax, we'll split it 50-50. I'll deposit the over 5 million into your account."
"No problem!"
Lin Bin's eyes lit up: "No problem."
Short of money!
There is no shortage of strengthening liquid now, but the martial arts school needs to expand. In this coastal city where every inch of land is valuable, you cannot do without money.
What's more, what Lin Bin wants is not just a "small expansion".
No restrictions is just the beginning. Although we will continue to carry out the business of unlimited fighting in the future, the main core will definitely still be Chinese martial arts.
There are too many schools of Chinese martial arts.
Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude is inevitable.
In this case, problems will arise.
If Gan Zhi practices Wing Chun, there must be other disciples who are suitable for Wing Chun in the future. We must prepare a "classroom" for the disciples who practice Wing Chun, right?
Sharing? It's basically impossible.
The wooden dummy used in Wing Chun is different from that used in other schools.
school!
Different schools require different props and items for practice, and different training methods, so it is inevitable that they need their own independent classrooms.
Plus the various configurations that are already available...
Lin Bin counted on his fingers and estimated that it would take at least 50 million to barely be enough.
About five million?
Probably enough for one tenth.
“That’s not enough.”
"But if we calculate the time, Mr. Jiaqian is about to make a second deal with Wei Zhongxian. If he succeeds this time, it should be almost over."
evening.
Gan Zhi came to the martial arts gym.
His face looked very unhappy, and there was a group of boys and girls, young men and women following behind him.
About ten or twenty of them.
Lin Bin took a look and found them all familiar.
"I saw him at the birthday party, didn't I?" He muttered to himself, but didn't show it. He just asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
"No one in the association is a good person!"
Gan Zhi complained, then said: "I brought the person to you."
"Who is it?" Lin Bin blinked.
"I want to learn Chinese martial arts."
"They're more or less related to our family. I don't know what's wrong with their parents, grandparents, etc., that they insist on letting them learn Chinese martial arts as well."
“···”
Lin Bin actually wanted to say, this is a good thing!
But now we still have to cooperate.
"Well, what do you mean?"
"Need I say more?" Gan Zhi complained bitterly, "They've been so spoiled, they've been treated like young masters and princesses since they were little. How can they practice martial arts?"
"If my old man hadn't insisted that I bring them here and asked me to plead with you, I wouldn't care about this shit."
"But don't give me face. Whatever happens, it's fine. I know what kind of people they are. Although none of them are 'extremely evil', they are not good people either. At least not good people for martial arts training."
"He's a glutton, a lazy eater, a drunk, a gambler, a horse rider, a shooter, and a spittor. He's a master of it all. Even if you reject them all, I'll even applaud."
These words left Lin Bin confused.
You girl don't speak for your relatives at all!
But he also understood what Gan Zhi meant. Simply put, they were a group of young masters and princesses who were afraid of heavy work since childhood and had no foundation in martial arts.
Lin Bin was not surprised by this.
These people, who have assets worth over 100 million, are all doing poorly.
In the East, being a second-generation rich kid is the best way to go. So what's the point of eating, drinking, and having fun? As long as you're not a playboy or do bad things, you're pretty good.
It's not easy to teach these people.
In addition, rich second-generations and the like all have bad tempers.
Lin Bin touched his chin and asked, "How far can they practice? Or, in other words, how much authority can their parents give them?"
"Forehead."
Gan Zhi complained, "Before I came here, my father said, 'As long as you don't die from practicing, practice until you die.'"
"really?"
"My father has the final say in the entire family."
"That's all right."
"Follow the process, follow the process first."
Register, pay fees, and become a disciple.
The cost is still nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight.
These people are not bad by nature, they just have some minor flaws of the rich second generation. But it doesn't matter, Lin Bin is confident that he can help them change, as long as they are willing to give him authority and don't cause trouble for him~!
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