I can guarantee, and even provide written evidence right now.
If any economic dispute arises in the future, I will personally cover Zhang Feng’s losses."
After speaking, the owner seriously looked at Zhang Feng, caring a lot about this "one who wants to challenge you all" grandmaster Zhang.
"Yes, the financial matters are all covered by the contract." Master Wang also looked solemnly at Zhang Feng, "Master Zhang, rest assured!"
The two had never heard of any model, so their first thought was ’cash register,’ and a kind of real-ti economy like a ’company manager.’
"..." Zhang Feng saw their earnest expressions and fell silent for a few seconds, then picked up his teacup, thought for a few more seconds, finally setting down the teacup and thinking for a few more seconds, before he finally said:
"I’ve had a bit to drink, and with all your fuss, I’ve forgotten what I wanted to say.
Let think for a mont."
Zhang Feng stood up from the bench, and due to the exertion in his legs, it reminded him—it was the data model.
So.
Zhang Feng organized his thoughts and simply stated his idea: "What I’m talking about is a model for the martial arts training hall to introduce so equipnt for body monitoring.
Then invite a few experts like nutritionists, fitness coaches, data programrs, etc., and finally turn the students’ various physical data into three-dinsional models."
As Zhang Feng spoke, he looked at the two who were gradually falling into a stupor, "Is it feasible to construct this model?"
"This..." The owner was stupefied, not stunned by Zhang Feng’s marvelous idea, but calculating the enormous expenditure required.
"Great!" Master Wang’s eyes shone, "Master Zhang wants to do ’big data martial arts’?"
"Exactly!" Zhang Feng liked this simple and straightforward term, "It’s big data martial arts, gathering everyone’s strengths, integrating all the data.
It eventually compiles into materials, which also form readable knowledge."
"Good, it’s good..." The owner beca increasingly uneasy while listening, "Although we could be pioneers in martial arts halls with big data martial arts, this funding..."
He awkwardly looked at Zhang Feng and Master Wang, "It’s really not enough.
Because monitoring equipnt, X-rays, and all those expenses, they can’t be settled with just a few hundred thousand.
After all, if we’re buying, we have to go for high specs, right? We can’t just fill in with inferior ones, can we?"
"Right." Zhang Feng nodded, and hearing the owner’s words, he realized he didn’t really understand the prices of these instrunts, "Certainly, we need to buy better ones, but the money?"
"A lot." The owner collapsed into his chair, "Just a slight touch and it’s hundreds of thousands or even millions.
Even if we don’t buy these devices.
Instead, we bring a student to a hospital and other training institutions for various physical checks.
But such costs... a student’s tuition for a quarter is only a few thousand, and these checks would run up to ten thousand, right?
According to Master Zhang’s idea, it’s real-ti big data, requiring regular checks.
Even if we reach a long-term cooperation with these institutions, to obtain discounts.
This... seems beyond our ans."
The owner deeply understood that Zhang Feng’s idea was indeed impressive.
But since it’s impressive, it implies the ’want for excellence’ necessitates substantial sacrifices.
That ans throwing heaps of money, practically filling a bottomless pit.
anwhile.
Listening to the owner’s words, Zhang Feng also realized the difficulty of the matter.
Unless he exposed his extraordinary abilities and sought official collaboration, it could be simpler.
But that would entail many complicated issues and procedures.
It’s better to first discuss with the owner and see if it can be managed.
If it can’t, then he could wait until his skills improved further, when he wouldn’t care about those complexities, and then it would be no big deal.
Let alone several martial arts halls, Zhang Feng would dare to ask for global human body data.
Thinking inwardly.
Zhang Feng gradually extinguished the idea of launching it imdiately.
At most, just work on it gradually, which would be more thorough.
But seeing Zhang Feng’s silent deanor, the owner racked his brain to help, hoping to gain so credit.
Thinking it over.
He suddenly thought of sothing and said: "I know so execs, they completely have this financial capability, but it’s hard to negotiate, because they aren’t from our martial arts circle."
Perhaps because of running a martial arts training hall, the owner referred to himself as part of the martial arts circle when talking to others.
"Then et them?" Hearing the owner knew people, Zhang Feng entertained the idea, "Whether we can negotiate a deal or not, if you can just arrange a eting, leave the rest to ."
Although Zhang Feng had never run any business or secured investnts,
he felt that this should be simpler than killing dozens of monsters.
...
The next day.
At ten p.m.
In a private club in another city, a side hall.
Zhang Feng, wearing loose training clothes, walked into the very luxurious side hall along with the owner.
But calling it a side hall felt more like a conference room.
As Zhang Feng walked in, he saw more than ten executives of varying ages sitting on the sofas around the large round table in the center.
A few other executives were standing nearby, not because their status was lower, but simply because they wanted to stand.
At this mont, as Zhang Feng entered the room,
they observed Zhang Feng while also looking at the owner.
They attended the invitation out of respect for the owner’s deceased father, making a special effort to make ti.
Add to that, the owner had ntioned bringing a master capable of defeating dozens of people.
Naturally, everyone was more curious.
Curious enough that, besides themselves, they had specifically brought along a dozen bodyguards into the side hall.
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