"Absolutely, absolutely! Like father, like son.
I believe Xiaomeng's future achievements will certainly not be inferior to Grandmaster Luo's!"
Director Zhou responded without treating Meng Chuan as a child at all.
He cupped his hands and solemnly said to him:
"Xiaomeng, Uncle Zhou is also a native child of Yong'an. If you ever need my help, just say the word."
After saying that, he put aside his usual posture.
He handed his business card over to Meng Chuan with both hands.
Being a director is not just about having the strength of a One-Limit Martial Arts Family, but also mastering the art of interpersonal relationships.
This is the only direct disciple of a Grandmaster; he's not exactly bowing and scraping.
Meng Chuan also understood the ways of the world, and after accepting the business card, he responded generously:
"Thank you, Uncle Zhou, for coming today. In the future, I will certainly look to you for more guidance."
"Haha, you're welcome, you're welcome."
In the distance was the headmaster of the Blue Snake Martial Arts Dojo, now one of the instructors of Elephant Form Fist at Infinite Martial Arts Dojo [Jade Bamboo Green · Li Cuizhen].
She was an old acquaintance of Meng Chuan's.
During the dojo tournament, she had exchanged some words with Luo Guanyun at the judges' table, not expecting life's unpredictability...
Standing beside Li Cuizhen was a girl who was Meng Chuan's first opponent during his debut match, practicing Snake Form.
Meng Chuan had long forgotten her name.
Li Xiaoyue observed from afar, the young man who was admired by the city's great figures, suddenly feeling as if life was a dream.
She was currently at the Qi Blood Sixth Barrier, already considered outstanding among her peers.
She originally thought she was progressing rapidly, but standing next to Meng Chuan made her feel overshadowed.
"He's at the Eighth Barrier now..."
Previously, on the competition stage, she had a slight disagreement with Meng Chuan, but now she dared not approach to greet him.
Meng Chuan, noticing the gaze on his back, glanced from afar and felt a sense of familiarity, though he couldn't recall who it was.
So he responded with a smile; today was a day of celebration, and all who came were guests.
He had been here for a while but hadn't seen his master, so he stayed in his master's stead to receive the various Yong'an dignitaries.
After a while, he vaguely sensed the sound of Master Luo's voice coming from afar.
"Grandmaster Wang, this is my direct disciple, Meng Chuan."
Luo Guanyun, in a formal black suit, walked over from the distance, introducing Meng Chuan to an imposing elderly man beside him.
The crowd watched from afar as today's core attendees arrived, finding their positions and standing on both sides.
In the distance, the elderly man's steps were steady, nodding his head in approval.
"I've heard this child's name many times at the Yong'an development meeting. Seeing is believing; indeed, a young talent."
Luo Guanyun nodded with a smile, walked up to Meng Chuan, and introduced him:
"This is the Grand Secretary of Yong'an City; you should call him Uncle Wang."
"Hello, Uncle Wang."
Meng Chuan responded appropriately.
Secretary Wang, though aged, still held the foundation of a Grandmaster Level and a century of experience.
He could immediately see Meng Chuan's deep-rooted foundation.
Secretly surprised in his heart, he had thought some people at the meeting were exaggerating, but it turned out they were being conservative.
"Strong physique, abundant Qi Blood, truly solid veins; this child's future is limitless."
His thoughts turned quickly, and he smiled faintly:
"Xiaomeng, your name is on Yong'an's priority talent cultivation list this year.
Perform well; not only is Grandmaster Luo your support, but the entire Yong'an City is also backing you."
"Thank you, Uncle Wang."
Meng Chuan was secretly surprised.
The [Yong'an City Priority Talent Cultivation List] was something he had heard Meng Jiaolong mention.
In the entire Yong'an City, only a few university genius martial artists from United University and Yanhua Yong'an Branch Campus were listed in it.
Being included in the list meant receiving tens of thousands of funding annually, and also the opportunity to be entered into the [National Talent Pool].
If you made it to this step, it meant that you had entered the national spotlight from that point on.
Not only would personal safety be top-tier protected, but annually there would be various rare resource allocations, difficult to encounter otherwise, things money couldn't buy.
Other benefits are endless.
Meng Chuan understood it was perhaps due to [solely because of his father].
Because his master achieved Grandmaster status, he had truly entered the vision of the higher echelons.
Some things couldn't be achieved through mere strength and talent, he understood.
Since acquiring [one-time eternal license], he continuously showcased his talent and strength, breaking realms like drinking water.
Yet it didn't compare to his master's breakthrough to Grandmaster.
"Weakness is the original sin; no amount of talent can compare to tangible combat power..."
But he was not discouraged; now he had ascended through his master's influence, making steady progress under his master's protection.
In the future, he would become the Heaven-Ascending Ladder, helping his master to see the scenery from even higher peaks.
Meng Chuan was by nature a straightforward and pure martial artist, but not rigid.
Whether it was flattery or praise from those around him.
He did not reject it.
Because fame and fortune could bring him [resources], and he only needed to use these things to pursue martial arts.
As long as his passion for martial arts never faltered, any other chains.
Were just a little wind and frost...
The ribbon-cutting ceremony ended.
Meng Chuan, his master, and Secretary Wang stood together, all smiling brightly in the camera flashes of reporters.
"Xiaoluo, you go ahead and get busy; there is still a mountain of work waiting for me in the office."
Secretary Wang, though well advanced in years, was accustomed to managing vast responsibilities daily and had taken time to come today with great effort.
"This martial arts dojo will surely become a major taxpayer in Yong'an's future..."
Liu Sanduo signaled for the dojo reception to see Secretary Wang off to his car.
From afar, Meng Chuan observed but heard Luo Guanyun say calmly:
"A hundred years ago, Wang Bingyi had already reached the level of Grandmaster, originally a top genius with hopes of ascending to the Five Limit Venerable.
Look at his aging state now, do you think it's worth it?"
Meng Chuan understood his master's intention. After thinking for a moment, he replied:
"Power is tempting, I introspect myself."
Luo Guanyun patted Meng Chuan's shoulder and said solemnly:
"Strength is the foundation of everything. Master has laid out a vast domain for you, hoping you can practice martial arts without distraction.
Great Chu governs with martial arts; fist power is synonymous with authority, never forget that."
Meng Chuan nodded vigorously, understanding these principles well.
Wealth and status are external ways; only the fist is the true foundation.
Luo Guanyun switched his tone and spoke with a smile:
"I'm just giving you a little reminder. I know you, kid, surely doesn't care for all this.
Feeling happy today, it's wrong of Master to preach, I'll head upstairs to get busy.
You are the dojo's senior disciple, stay at the reception hall a bit longer before going to practice your fists."
"Got it! Oh, Master, now the dojo is so large, will it affect your martial arts practice..."
Meng Chuan asked curiously.
Luo Guanyun waved his hand and said:
"Mind your own business, just busy these recent days, haven't been teaching now, nothing's affected..."
...
Meng Chuan stayed in the reception hall a while longer; guests came and went.
Each parent who brought their child would want to take a picture with Meng Chuan, the genius of Yong'an.
In everyone's heart, they fantasized:
"If my child had the strength of this man, how wonderful it would be..."
They were all here to give money, and he did not refuse.
With the reopening of the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo, various facilities and the teaching staff significantly improved, and student fees increased by 50%.
But the fervent mood of people reaching for their wallets remained unstoppable; within a short ten minutes, nearly ten million entered the dojo's account.
He thought to himself:
"The wealthy in Yong'an are indeed numerous..."
Though partly due to the opening, Meng Chuan marveled at the current money-making ability of the Infinite Martial Arts Dojo.
This was all thanks to Master Luo; it's the only Grandmaster-level dojo in the entire Northwest Region.
Surely, Master will easily clinch first place in this year's Northwest Thousand Dojo Championship.
Meng Chuan raised his phone, seeing a bank receipt record.
He couldn't help but praise Grandmaster Wang's promptness; if he doesn't become a secretary, who will?
As soon as he spoke, this year's talent subsidy of 800,000 was instantly credited, that's efficiency!
The special car from Huayun Prefecture also sent an arrival text reminder.
Meng Chuan prepared to head directly to the advanced practice; although the dojo equipment upgraded several levels, he still couldn't forget the silicon gold stakes.
No need to change the dojo practice uniform, just head to the advanced level to spread a wave.
Usually, those little geniuses at school lament daily that they can only see a Grandmaster once a month.
Come to Infinite Martial Arts Dojo, whether teaching or not, let you see them daily, have a blast...
As he moved to the edge of Infinite Square, Meng Chuan was about to get in the car and leave.
A metallic sheen flashed, and a bodyguard-like figure steadily pushed an alloy wheelchair to his feet.
A young man with legs casted sat in the wheelchair, whose face had just deswollen, still showing faint bruising traces.
Meng Chuan was puzzled by this scenario.
"Who are you?"
"Zheng Tao, after you beat me so badly, you don't remember anything?"
"Oh."
Turns out it was that loser from the back of United University's mountain who insulted Master Luo and acted arrogantly, vying for a sponsorship slot.
Meng Chuan looked around, finding nobody nearby, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to leap at the wheelchair.
"Your mother..."
Seeing this scene, Zheng Tao instantly screamed in horror.
His face turned ashen immediately, frantically twisting his body trying to escape from the wheelchair.
Size 44 big foot lifted, stepping on his leg wrapped in a cast, Zheng Tao shouted in despair:
"Bro, help me!"
Meng Chuan was just testing; he had no intention of bullying the weak and sick.
He had always sensed someone from afar who had been observing him since he walked out of the reception building.
But with no malice, it was not a concern.
In a blink, a handsome-faced young man suddenly appeared, standing beside the wheelchair.
Amidst the gentle breeze, the person's form appeared ethereal, exuding an aura of unyielding authority.
He stood with hands behind, calmly glanced at Meng Chuan, then spoke:
"You've already put him in a wheelchair, why continue to attack?"
Meng Chuan was baffled, wondering internally.
"Did Zheng Tao's rascal find a pretentious king to form a group and stage a scam?"
Although this person's aura was intense, it must be admitted he's a master.
Though not from a Martial Arts Family, he could feel that his Qi Blood definitely surpassed his own.
"Such a young Nine Gates..."
He slowly withdrew his foot, looked to see what kind of trick this pretentious king had up his sleeve.
The man lightly adjusted his cuff, with elegant and composed movements, slowly spoke:
"It's our first meeting, I'm sincerely disappointed."
"??"
Meng Chuan became somewhat impatient, turned around to leave.
Already late, this fool was somewhat affecting his martial practice.