"Master, you’re the soul of our martial arts school, could you give our school a na?"
"A na?"
Li Xiang heard this and thought, "Naming again?" He’s terrible at naming, as shown by the nas of his two dogs, one called Champion and the other Coal Ball. Which of these are proper nas?
"Do you have any good nas? Let hear them."
"I’ll follow the Master’s lead."
"When opening a martial arts school, it should be a bit down-to-earth, like nas with Dao, Dragon, or Zhen. A good na speaks for itself and naturally has an advertising effect. Besides having great skills, a good na also advertises that the martial arts school is open."
Miao Jun offered his opinion, thinking that a good na is a golden signboard.
"Hmm, makes sense. So what should the na be?"
Miao Jun: "..." He wouldn’t have been talking about this nonsense if he knew; he would have just said the na directly.
Li Xiang realized that since no one was speaking, naming the school would again fall on him, so he said, "How about we call it Jingwu Martial Arts School, how does that sound?"
"Great, Jingwu Martial Arts School—concise and clear. People will know right away that we are a martial arts training institution."
"I’ll contact soone to make the billboard and change the business license."
Thus, the martial arts school now had its na, qualifications, venue, and its first batch of students who were also its staff. Everything was in place, just waiting for the right mont.
Everyone was confident that Jingwu Martial Arts School could open within half a month.
"By the way, to reflect the formality and unity of our martial arts school, let’s design the martial arts uniforms and brand logo too."
Opening a martial arts school smoothly requires attention to many details. Fortunately, Chen Long and Miao Jun both had business skills, so they weren’t flustered. Everything proceeded systematically, and after confirming so details with Li Xiang, the work accelerated.
"Look here, Jingwu Martial Arts School, steadily enrolling students. For just 9.9, you can experience three classes."
At the school gate after school, Li Xiang’s non-mainstream disciples had their long hair shaved, each sporting a crew cut, dressed in Jingwu martial arts uniforms, looking quite the part, and promoting Jingwu Martial Arts School’s special offers to parents passing by.
"Steadily enrolling? Hilarious, who introduces their martial arts school like this?"
"Our martial arts school is opening next week. Many inquire, few pay." Wang Yong seized the opportunity and jumped in imdiately.
"For just 9.9, you can experience three classes. It’s so affordable, yet they aren’t signing up? I’ll sign up, only 9.9."
Parents heard that for just 9.9, they can experience three classes. They used to pay two or three hundred for a tutoring session for their kids. When compared, this feels almost free.
"Alright, I’ll give you a trial voucher."
Wang Yong happily handed over a trial voucher and continued to shout hoarsely, "Look here, Jingwu Martial Arts School, steadily enrolling students. For just 9.9, you can experience three classes."
"That’s so funny, steadily enrolling."
"Our martial arts school is opening next week. Many inquire, few pay."
"Then I’ll pay for one; the money isn’t much anyway."
Seeing Wang Yong’s high success rate, soone thought they might have been tricked, but considering it’s only 9.9 and three classes could be experienced, they didn’t fuss over it.
"Give a flyer."
Just then, soone walked up to Wang Yong asking for a flyer and left before Wang Yong could promote his services.
"Hey, there goes a 9.9."
His success rate was high tonight, but the flyers that said "under hot enrollnt" weren’t working well, and in frustration, he shouted "steadily enrolling," finding imdiate results.
He didn’t bother with that person and continued his enrollnt efforts.
anwhile, the person who took the flyer from Wang Yong drove away after leaving the crowd.
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Recently, Zhou Yuelong has been quite bored, so much so that it’s painful.
Being lazy all day, he clearly felt that the police were watching him.
Since the end of last year when he got intel that there was foul play in the deal, he swapped the goods with his own industrial alum and luckily escaped once. But for the people who betrayed him, he unleashed a thunderous retribution, abducting them in front of the police and torturing them to death.
He wanted those who might betray him to know the cost of betrayal.
Although the police surveillance intensified after that, no one dared to betray him, which gave him confidence. As long as the police didn’t find evidence, they had no ans against him.
Besides, all his shipnts are remotely directed, full of deception, mixing real with fake, leaving outsiders unable to discern his motives.
His life consists of drinking, wooing won, and making money, living happily.
What really bothered him was the woman who splattered filth all over him. He had never been treated like that, and thinking about it made his throat itch and want to vomit, causing adverse reactions to certain brands.
The worst was trying to regain his dignity, only to be beaten up. In Jinling, he’s the one who beats others, not the one getting beaten.
Two brutal hits in a day made him, who was used to being arrogant, unable to swallow his pride.
He wanted to leverage connections to get them imprisoned for a few years, but was advised that the anti-cri office would soon be in Jinling, so it was not wise to stir trouble or show any signs of gang affiliation, causing everyone to urge him to swallow his pride. But if he could do that, he wouldn’t be Zhou Yuelong.
Since covert ans weren’t usable, no one could complain about overt strategies, right?
Can you fight? So what?
Using pressure to make you lose your job, making you unable to survive, is much more entertaining than directly having you jailed.
Hence, he asked his n to find out what those people were doing.
"Master Zhou, we have news on that person."
The person who took the flyer from Wang Yong now approached with it: "I’ve found out about their situation."
"Oh? Let’s hear it."
"Their martial arts school is finally opening, and here is their flyer. This ti that person will definitely show up."
The man handed the flyer to Zhou Yuelong, who took and read it: "March 4th, I’ll go see what this person’s skills are."
He had been investigating Chen Long and his group, learning he had run a gym before going out of business, leaving him idle, gathering followers, supposedly orchestrating sches, generally dubious but found a master to partner in opening a martial arts school.
It was this person who defeated his underlings, leaving him unable to swallow his anger without revenge.
Zhou Yuelong shredded the flyer and instructed his n, "On the 4th, invite Wang Yong from Xianglong, and we’ll go smash their school."
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