Huang Youde looked at Zuo Zhicheng in front of him. Although he was smiling on the surface, his heart was trembling. After all, the young man in front of him didn't look impressive, but he had single-handedly defeated more than a hundred martial masters. He was like a beast in human skin. Huang Youde was just an ordinary person. It was natural for him to feel nervous when he came into close contact with these martial artists.
However, for some reason, his superiors had asked him to get in touch with Zuo Zhicheng and promote him to the position of vice-chairman of the association. Although he didn't know who Zuo Zhicheng's backer was, he had no choice but to come.
However, Zuo Zhicheng wasn't as difficult to get along with as he had imagined. Compared to the rumored unruly and undisciplined martial artists, Zuo Zhicheng looked much more amiable and amiable, just like an ordinary person. He also seemed to be very familiar with the rules and regulations of the officialdom. After exchanging a few words, the two of them had already started calling each other brothers.
Xiao Jingyang, who was watching from the side, looked at Zuo Zhicheng in a different light. He couldn't figure out how Zuo Zhicheng had managed to get in touch with the imperial court.
However, in the face of Zuo Zhicheng's extraordinary strength and his unfathomable background, those who originally had some ideas immediately dismissed their original plans and decided to wait and see for the time being.
As for Xiao Jingyang …
"Today, Captain Huang is here to be a witness for Master Xiao and me. He wants him to transfer the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club to me." Zuo Zhicheng extended his hand behind him. Hoodlum handed over the contract he had written beforehand.
"This is the contract I wrote yesterday. Master Xiao, please take a look. If there are no problems, sign it."
Xiao Jingyang's hands couldn't help but tremble. His eyes were filled with anger and helplessness. Zuo Zhicheng's smile was no different from the devil's in his eyes.
"Master Xiao …" Zuo Zhicheng grabbed his hand and said coldly, "Hurry up and sign it. Everyone is waiting."
Xiao Jingyang followed his gaze. The surrounding martial arts masters all lowered their heads to avoid his gaze. Huang Youde even nodded at him, indicating that he should hurry up and sign it.
"Good, good, good. Heroes come from the young. Zuo Zhicheng, I admit defeat this time. I can give you the martial arts club as long as you let me and my father live. "
"Of course. Master Xiao is old but still strong. you can stay as the consultant of the martial arts club from now on."
Xiao Jingyang waved his hand and hunched his back, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.
In the next few days, Zuo Zhicheng completely took over the martial arts club. In fact, it was only his property in name. He didn't have the time to manage the club, so he handed it over to Xiao Jingyang and a few students to manage.
He also moved into the master bedroom that used to belong to Xiao Jingyang. He traveled back and forth between here and the base, constantly practicing martial arts and Taoist techniques.
Of course, in addition to this, he also regulated the rules and regulations of the Wushu associations. He set membership fees, monthly meetings, rules for new members, student recommendations, exchange, mutual learning, and so on.
In the beginning, the masters of the martial arts clubs were naturally unwilling to let Zuo Zhicheng interfere with their business. However, with Zuo Zhicheng's martial arts skills and official support, everything became smooth sailing.
It was rumored that Zuo Zhicheng's official background was also spread among the upper management of the martial arts clubs. However, with Zuo Zhicheng's openness, exchanges, and promotion of the value of martial arts masters, as well as some marketing methods, various businesses, officials' martial arts training, security, bodyguard, and other services were all developed by Zuo Zhicheng with the help of Qing Yueqiu.
With some connections from the Shadow Corps, a market was opened for the Wushu associations.
Such a chain of benefits, from training martial arts masters to various jobs, also attracted the attention of the martial arts clubs. The benefits gradually wrapped them tightly together, and also made them feel a greater sense of belonging to the association.
With more and more martial arts masters, there were more and more aspects involved. Zuo Zhicheng's monitoring of the new harbor was also in place.
However, Zuo Zhicheng only started this work, and then handed it over to Hoodlum as his representative and the other directors of the martial arts clubs to do it.
After temporarily solving the problem of the martial arts clubs, Zuo Zhicheng had to solve the problem of the gangs in addition to his daily practice. Compared to the role of the martial arts clubs, the gangs were more important in his plan.
However, in the new harbor, there were obviously people more concerned about his plan than him.
A few months later, Xiao Jingyang died of a cold. His son, Xiao Changhe, became mentally ill due to excessive grief. One night, he ran out and disappeared.
…
On the second day after Xing Feng left the Chaoyang Martial Arts Club, a large group of people rushed directly into his tobacco shop.
Xing Feng sat up from the bed and waved his hand to let the woman behind him get dressed.
He waved his hand at the dozens of officers in front of him and said, "Gentlemen, I haven't done anything wrong recently, have I?"
The leader of the officers said, "Master Xing, this is a task given by the higher-ups. Please come with us."
Xing Feng said doubtfully, "The higher-ups? Dear officials, did I offend someone? To be honest, even if they want me to die, they should at least give me a clear reason. I don't know which deity I offended. "
"That I don't know, but we'll only be in there for a few days. Let's hurry."
Seeing his subordinates gathering around, Xing Feng waved his hand and motioned for them not to be impulsive. "Okay, I haven't been in there for a long time. Let me prepare."
The leader of the officers obviously didn't want to offend this big shot of the underworld. He nodded and said, "Thirty minutes."
Thirty minutes later, the second-in-command of the Hundred Families Association's Khantes faction, Xing Feng, was sent to prison. No one knew what happened to him in there. They only knew that he was released 15 days later. At least on the surface, he looked unscathed.
In front of the office desk, Lin Gang Ho thought for a while and said, "Are we too nervous? I don't think Gui Quan will touch Xing Feng."
"Have you forgotten about the Hai Long Gang? If we didn't send people to arrest Xing Feng, he would have offended Zuo Zhicheng the next day. He wouldn't even know how he died. " Tang Xianghui said, "It's too troublesome if someone from the Hundred Families Association dies. It might cause racial conflicts. This is something that the higher-ups hate the most."
"Xianghui is right." Qing Yueqiu also nodded. "The Hundred Families Association can be suppressed, but we can't let too many people die, or people who are too important. How's Xing Feng in there? Have you warned him? "
"I just reminded him a little." Tangyuan scratched his head and said, "But I can't tell him his name. I don't know if he understands."
"We can't tell him the truth. If the news is leaked, or if he tells the higher-ups, it will be troublesome."
"Let's leave it at that for now." Qing Yueqiu said lightly, "How are Gui Quan and the Hai Long Gang? As long as we can maintain the balance between the Hundred Families Association and the Hai Long Gang, it will be very beneficial for us. "
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