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Author: The Pigeon Who Never Doves

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Liu Baoshan tapped his thigh, "Yes, let Lao Wu settle the situation for you. If he, the vice chairman of the Chinese Martial Arts Association, can't even handle this, he'd better abdicate immediately."

"Hey, you old guy, it's hard to talk without a gun and a stick, isn't it?"

Wu Bin glanced at him angrily, and then considered speaking.

"I do know a place. It's on the Third Ring Road. It's an unfinished building."

"It would be just right if you put the training base there. The place is big enough and the price is cheap. Since this is a training base anyway, you don't need a very prosperous area. What do you think?"

Liu Baoshan was quite surprised, "In a place like Peiping where every inch of land is precious, there are still unfinished buildings?"

"I said, Old Liu, you don't know anything about it. What's the big deal with every inch of land in Peiping? There are so many unfinished buildings."

After hearing the words of these two people, the matter was about to be decided, so Huo Yunting quickly stopped.

"You two wait a moment, I haven't reacted yet." Huo Yunting was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.

This is a good thing, it can be said to be an unexpected blessing, but as the saying goes, if there is no benefit, don't start early, these two must have something to do, right?

He was not clear about it, and he had no idea in his heart.

Seemingly sensing Huo Yunting's inner thoughts, Liu Baoshan smiled happily and said, "The reason why I discuss this with you is to improve the employment rate of my school."

This is a martial arts school, which is different from most universities. After graduation, they basically work as security guards, bodyguards, and coaches.

Although students are allocated job packages after graduation, the number of places is limited after all.

As for becoming a soldier, working as an armed police officer, etc., those are even rarer.

If Huo Yunting really wants to build a martial arts team, he will definitely need grassroots personnel. His Tagou martial arts school can exactly connect with him, and any outstanding talents can be sent to him.

When Huo Yunting heard this, he suddenly realized.

This is reasonable. In addition to being the vice chairman of the Henan Wushu Association, the master is also the principal of a school with thousands of children.

He also had to think about the children and his Tagou martial arts school.

As for Wu Bin, his purpose is much simpler.

With a smile on his face, he patted Huo Yunting's chest hard with his hand, making a dull sound.

"Tsk, tsk, listen to this heartbeat, it's almost catching up with the realm of tiger, leopard and thunder."

"I say Yunting, although you are not in the system, it is always okay to share some martial arts experience with everyone, right?"

Huo Yunting tasted it and thought about it, he was asking himself to write a thesis.

Even when he was in school, he would have to rack his brains to write an 800-word essay. How many words does this essay require?

"Master Wu, is there a word limit for this paper?"

"Three thousand words is not too little, and eight thousand words is not too much. Hey, don't fool me with the number of words. You have to give me something to write down."

When Huo Yunting heard this, he thought, come on, isn't this going to cost him his life?

However, after a few words of complaint in my heart, I accepted the matter.

You can get a cheap store by writing a little bit of words, so why not?

Liu Baoshan can increase the employment rate of Tagou Martial Arts School, Wu Bin can get a paper to enhance the influence of Chinese martial arts, and Huo Yunting's Huo Family Class has taken shape. It's a win-win-win situation.

The two old men and the little man settled the matter while chatting happily.

After discussing the cooperation matters, it’s time to get down to business.

Those who were picked out by Huo Yunting on stage and had problems just now went down to practice again. The remaining people rehearsed a few more times, and then replaced the martial artists to demonstrate one by one.

According to the ideas of the planners and coaches, the martial arts leaders selected for this martial arts performance should each represent a Kung Fu sect.

For example, Tai Chi, Chang Quan, Sword... The people selected were all champions. When Huo Yunting was finally asked, he thought for a while, "How about I do the saber-slaying?"

To be honest, in his opinion, those players were a bit too elegant and wealthy, and although their performances were excellent, they were just too fancy.

But it is in line with the characteristics of this prosperous age.

But how did this prosperous age come about?

Without absolute strength on display, how can there be peace in the prosperous age?

There should be decisive killing.

Regarding Huo Yunting's understanding, the coaches and planners had nothing to say. Wu Bin's face twitched a few times and he didn't know what to say, so he had to let him go.

Huo Yunting picked a 1.5-meter-long horse-cutting knife, and after a little thought, he jumped onto the stage, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, and performed neatly on the stage.

Although he is the only one with no sparring partners and no opponents, his killing spirit is strong and fierce.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.

There were several high-ranking leaders present who were amazed to see how skillfully he could wield such a long and heavy sword.

But in the eyes of Wu Bin and other experts, these swords were all aimed at people's vital points.

If a vital part is hit, immediately close the knife and cut off another vital part, maximizing the saving of physical strength.

When the sword-slaying exercise was coming to an end, he made a sideways leap and slashed hard, and the blade hit the ground hard.

"boom!"

"Fuck!"

"Idiot!"

Huo Yunting lowered his head and saw that the floor was broken.

He was also a little confused and quickly took the knife back. Then, a black crack appeared on the stage floor.

Several staff members from CCTV rushed up to check, but they were extremely distressed. This knife directly broke two large pieces of the LED floor.

"Um...is your floor in disrepair?" Huo Yunting asked quietly.

One of the little girls with a work badge twitched her mouth and said, "Teacher Huo, this is the LED floor, newly replaced! How hard did you use it?"

LED floor? It sounds very brittle.

Huo Yunting was also a little embarrassed, "I just have normal strength... It won't affect the Spring Festival Gala, right?"

"It's okay, it's okay, just get a new one."

Wu Bin took advantage of this and said, "Yunting, you're celebrating the New Year, don't be so fierce, be gentler. I think the mantis sword in old man Yu's hands is pretty good."

Huo Yunting had no choice but to nod and give up. He reluctantly put down the saber and replaced it with a two-handed sword.

This time he was steady in his lower body and did not dare to exert too much force on his legs and feet. He played steadily and steadily, and the only thing that remained unchanged was his sharpness and decisiveness.

Master Huo's skills are obvious to all, and he is an all-around player. He chose the sword this time, and the martial leader who played with swords before had to step down with a resentful look on his face.

After all, it’s just a request, it can’t be repeated, right?

Today we rehearsed until after six o'clock in the afternoon. Huo Yunting was already a little tired and asked Zhang Han to leave. The boy was sweating profusely, but his eyes were blurry.

He was rehearsing here today, and Zhang Han was not idle either. He kept asking people for advice.

"Brother Huo, if you form a martial arts team, it will be the Huo family team."

Regarding this matter, Zhang Han looked even more excited than him, "Brother Huo, does that also require a unified name?"

"Just like the Yuan family class, let's change them all to Huo, and then choose a good character and arrange it like this..."

"Stop, stop, stop, please wait for a while." Huo Yunting looked weird, what do you mean by us? This kid is really good at getting close.

"You want to become a martial artist with me?"

"What? Can't it?" Zhang Han asked cautiously.

Although he has been addicted to fitness exercises recently, he has not forgotten his big goal in life, but this path can be changed again.

Doing martial arts first, and then becoming an actor, screenwriter, or director when you get better is a way to go.

"You're a halfway monk and you're still practicing martial arts. How can you compare to someone else's more than ten years of hard work?" Huo Yunting said angrily, "I'll just be your assistant."

After returning home, Huo Yunting started working on his thesis. He opened the computer, created new folders, and created new documents. His fingers were placed on the keyboard for a long time.

Liu Yifei was confused when she saw it.

"Brother Yun, do you want to write a novel?"

He leaned his head over and took a look, "Write a tomb robbing novel like Xu Puppet?"

After maintaining the same posture for more than half an hour, Huo Yunting couldn't bear it. He sighed and closed the computer.

It's such a shame. I usually talk about the same thing, but now I ask him to write it and he can't write it out.

"No, I'm thinking about writing something." He rubbed the furry head next to him and said, "Sleep."

Liu Yifei pouted, "Whether I sleep or not has nothing to do with me. It's not like sleeping with me anyway."

Getting up early the next day, Huo Yunting followed Wu Bin to see the shop, taking Lao Zhang with him.
To be continued...