Different from before, when Zhang Tie swung his arms, this time, he and Benet directly entered through the VIP passage from the parking lot of the fighting club. After that, they took the VIP elevator directly to the VIP service area on the first floor of the fighting club.
Previously, Zhang Tie was not even qualified to enter the VIP service area on the first floor.
After letting Benet change his clothes in the VIP service area, Zhang Tie walked out of the VIP service area and prepared to greet Manager Hance.
No matter what, now that he had promised Manager Hance to be the consultant of the fighting club, even if it was just an empty title, since he was already here, he should greet him. Although his title was empty, his salary was real. Twenty gold coins per week was definitely a high salary in Blackhot City. As far as Zhang Tie knew, only the golden traders in the bulk commodity exchanges or the managers of business groups in Blackhot City could get such a high salary.
Twenty gold coins per week meant at least 1000 gold coins per year, which was also a huge sum of money.
The business of the fighting club was even better than what Zhang Tie had imagined. It seemed to be even more boisterous than when he worked here before. After the great change in Blackhot City, more people seemed to have woken up and started to understand the importance of fighting strength. In this age, money was a kind of strength as well as a kind of power. However, only fighting strength was absolute strength and power. In many cases, money could be turned into fighting strength; however, fighting strength could be turned into money at any time. In the past month, what had happened to the Andaman Alliance had fully proved this point.
The Norman Empire's martial spirit could never be matched by the Andaman Alliance, which was full of commercial atmosphere. Blackhot City, a LV 4 city within the administrative division of the Brunswick Province under the jurisdiction of the governor of the North Border of the Norman Empire, soon experienced this difference and changed at the fastest speed. In the strict hierarchical system of the Norman Empire, having a powerful fighting strength was definitely a shortcut to the sky. Additionally, it seemed that Zhang Tie had become the first representative of Blackhot City who had set foot on this shortcut.
From the VIP service area, Zhang Tie came to the office of Manager Hance. On the way, Zhang Tie met some acquaintances in the fighting club. They all knew that Zhang Tie's current status was different than before; especially at the sight of Zhang Tie in the heroic military uniform of the Norman Empire, their attitudes towards Zhang Tie became much better than before.
Zhang Tie enjoyed her brilliant smile and considerate greetings very much. It made Zhang Tie feel like he had returned to his hometown in glory.
After refusing the guidance of several familiar staff members, Zhang Tie directly came to manager Hance's office. The door of manager Hance's office was half-closed. Although Zhang Tie could easily push the door open, he still politely stood outside. He knocked on the door with his hand.
Ever since he was young, his mother had always told him not to lose heart when he was down, and not to forget himself when he was proud. Zhang Tie kept it in mind and often reminded himself.
"Come in!" Manager Hance's voice drifted from inside. Hearing this voice, Zhang Tie pushed open the door and entered.
Some people in manager Hance's office seemed to be talking with him about something. Seeing Zhang Tie push open the door, they all turned around. Manager Hance seemed to have not imagined that Zhang Tie would come to the fighting club at this time. Those who were talking with manager Hance also seemed to have not imagined that a military officer of the Norman Empire would come in at this time. Therefore, they all became slightly dazed.
Manager Hance was the first to respond. In a split second, his fat body stood up from the chair behind the desk in an unprecedentedly agile manner, his face glowing. He then quickly walked to Zhang Tie's side and pulled his arm as he proudly said to those people, "Do you believe it? This is Zhang Tie, the most outstanding youth in Blackhot City, a senior consultant of our Iron-Thorns Fighting Club, a second lieutenant of the Iron-Blood Camp, the trump card of No. 39 Division of the Norman Empire. He is the first 15-year-old genius among millions of people in Blackhot City to learn the secret fighting skill of the Norman Empire's royal family, the Iron-Blood Fist Skill. Before becoming the consultant of our fighting club, he was a member of our fighting club. Since he was a student, he has been receiving the strictest tests in our fighting club. If you don't believe me, you can ask him yourself! Among the fighting clubs in Blackhot City, which fighting club could cultivate such a talent like us? If you choose our Iron-Thorns Fighting Club, you will definitely not be disappointed! The purpose of our Fighting Club is to make you feel that every gold coin you spend is worth it... "
Hearing Manager Hance's words, Zhang Tie blushed.
The people sitting in Manager Hance's office seemed to be a family. There was a man in his forties with a big belly and luxuriously dressed. There was also a lady dressed in jewels and jewelry. She was somewhat good-looking, but she was picky when she looked at people. There was also a pair of blonde boys about ten years old. The boys were a pair of twins.
After manager Hance's introduction, all the family members fixed their eyes on Zhang Tie. Zhang Tie smiled and nodded towards them.
"Can this person help my little Victor and little Peter learn the secret fighting skill of the Norman Empire's royal family?" The moment that noble lady opened her mouth, both Zhang Tie and manager Hance felt choked. "As long as he can help my little Victor and little Peter learn the secret fighting skill of the Norman Empire's royal family, help my little babies become military officers of the Norman Empire when they grow up, and help our family become a noble clan of the Norman Empire, we can afford any amount of gold coins. Am I right, dear?"
That man coughed twice in embarrassment. It seemed that he also felt that this woman's words were a bit unreliable. This woman didn't seem to understand what the Iron-Blood Fist Skill was, but that man seemed to know a bit about it. Therefore, he also felt a bit embarrassed. In his wife's mouth, the secret fighting skill of the Norman Empire's royal family had become a cabbage in the roadside market, which could be bought wholesale as long as one could afford it.
After signaling Zhang Tie to sit on the sofa and wait for a second, manager Hance slowly returned to his seat. "Madam, your request is a bit special. I'm afraid that only one place in the entire Blackson Human Clan Corridor could meet your requirement!"
"Where is it? Can you tell me?" the woman asked with interest.
"I'm afraid that only the royal family of the Norman Empire could meet your requirement!"
Hearing that only the royal family of the Norman Empire could meet her requirement, the woman became silent and stared at manager Hance with widely opened eyes.
Manager Hance spread out his hands. "Here, I can only promise you that we will give your little babies the best training and treatment. We will not let you waste your gold coins. If they really perform well in the future, they might have a chance to receive the personal guidance of the senior consultants of our fighting club, showing them the Iron-Blood Fist Skill."
Seeing that his short-sighted woman was about to say something, the man hurriedly interrupted her and stopped her from continuing. In front of a military officer of the Empire, the Empire's Imperial Army was in a mess. "Manager Hance, that's it. We're very satisfied with everything here. We've decided to let our kids receive training in the Iron-Thorns Fighting Club! "
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Manager Hance saw them off at the gate of the office and had someone take them to handle the membership procedures. When that man left, he even nodded towards Zhang Tie apologetically. Zhang Tie wanted to say something, but when he saw the apologetic and careful look in that man's eyes, Sitting on the sofa, Zhang Tie smiled and shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind.
It was not a good thing to treat Iron-Blood Fist Skill as a cabbage that could be bought with a few gold coins in front of a military officer of the Norman Empire. Therefore, the man hurriedly left with his wife in case she said anything else.
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"The most adorable thing about these clans that suddenly become rich through mining is their gold coins. What I hate the most is their gold coins! "
Returning to his desk, manager Hance opened the cigar box on the table and took out one, making an inquiring gesture as he asked Zhang Tie whether he wanted it or not. Zhang Tie shook his head. Manager Hance then started to enjoy it.
"I see that the business of the fighting club is good!" Zhang Tie smiled. "It's much better than before!"
"Since the rules of Blackhot City have changed, everyone has to follow suit. In the Norman Empire, a businessman's highest position would stop at the gentry clan. Soldiers who rely on military meritorious deeds and military exploits could at most promote to meritorious clans or even nobles. If they become meritorious clans or nobles and marry the royal family, they might even join the ranks of the royal family. Recently, the best-selling book in the bookstore in Blackhot City is the 'Chapter of Order' which introduces the hierarchy system of the Norman Empire... "Manager Hance took a puff of his cigar." I heard that the Military Administration of Blackhot City is doing the final statistics and division of the different classes in Blackhot City. Once this is done, Blackhot City will officially end its military administration and enter the ruling ranks of the Norman Empire. For people like me who only know how to make money, if I pay taxes diligently and reach a certain amount, or directly make a huge donation to the Norman Empire, I will barely be able to join the ranks of the gentry clan. Otherwise, according to the rules of the Norman Empire, I will not even be able to take a private car; I can only take a carriage. The color and decoration of the carriage cannot be golden, red, white, or black. The number of horses pulling the carriage cannot be more than two. I cannot use mutated horses above LV 2, other magical beasts, or the seven pure-blooded horses that can only be used by meritorious clans or above. There are also regulations on the size and size of the carriage. Oh, I can't even smoke cigars in public, I can only smoke at home or in the office... "Manager Hance sighed with a sad face." The good days of the nouveau riche in Blackhot City are coming to an end! "
Seeing the worried look on manager Hance's face, Zhang Tie wanted to sympathize with him. However, when he thought about how many guys in Blackhot City who only knew how to do small business in Zerom's words would have to sit in oddly colored carriages and run around Blackhot City, Zhang Tie couldn't help but burst out into laughter. From another point of view, the hierarchy system of the Norman Empire was actually very cute.
"Horse dung and flattery don't smell good!" Zhang Tie burst out into laughter as he said thoughtlessly.
Holding the cigar, manager Hance became stunned for a second before bursting out into laughter as well.
"How come you're free to come to the fighting club today?"
"I'm here to take a look and receive my salary. By the way, I can show off my power in front of my acquaintances and satisfy my vanity!" Zhang Tie answered honestly.
Manager Hance laughed even louder. He felt that Zhang Tie was really an interesting guy. It was really easy to talk with such a person, making him feel happy. "Fine, you're now the signboard of our fighting club. Many people come here because of your reputation. I will prepare the money for you and pay you a year's salary. You can show off your power first. When you leave, I will give you the money!"
"Fine!" Saying this, Zhang Tie stood up.
"Do you want gold notes or gold coins?" manager Hance asked.
"Gold coins! I like the heavy feeling of gold coins in my hand! "
"Same as me!" manager Hance burst out into laughter once again.
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Walking out of manager Hance's office, Zhang Tie directly came to the VIP service area and started to enjoy the treatment of the VIP of the fighting club. As Zhang Tie had said that he would greet Benet, he was still waiting for him here.
"Bring me all the female assistants, I want to choose one of them!" Coming to the VIP area, Zhang Tie directly ordered the service manager of the VIP area. The manager received the order and left.
Seemingly knowing what Zhang Tie wanted to do, Benet opened his mouth and wanted to say something. However, in the end, he didn't say anything. Mary was just a common female assistant in the fighting club. After Zhang Tie left, Benet didn't conquer Mary and make her his woman. Additionally, after knowing the relationship between Benet and Zhang Tie, his mom had strictly warned him not to contact Mary anymore. According to Benet's mom, Mary, a stupid but self-righteous woman, would only bring disasters to the men around her.
After a short while, dozens of young beauties arrived at the VIP area. They all started to stare at Zhang Tie.
Mary was also among those female assistants. Zhang Tie immediately caught sight of her. Similarly, she also caught sight of Zhang Tie. Although there were many legends about Zhang Tie in the fighting club, at the sight of Zhang Tie, Mary's face turned pale and her body started to quiver uncontrollably.
Zhang Tie pointed at Mary. Although he didn't say anything, he revealed a smile. Everybody found that Zhang Tie's eyes were fixed on Mary, including the surrounding female assistants.
Under the complicated, jealous, and gloating gazes around her, Mary walked out of the crowd while trembling.
"I want her, I want Mary!" An abrupt and provocative voice suddenly drifted from Zhang Tie's side. Turning around, Zhang Tie saw a familiar brat walking towards him accompanied by two bodyguards. As he walked, he even raised his eyebrows towards Zhang Tie. At the sight of Zhang Tie's uniform, one of the two bodyguards changed his face and hurriedly whispered something in the brat's ear. Unexpectedly, the brat glared at him. "Shut up!"
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