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But Xia Ye shook his head: "If he stops cooperating with us because of this matter, I will look down on him."
"Mr. Xia, why is this?"
"Haha, no reason, I just want to see him angry and helpless to me." After Xia Ye finished speaking, seeing Jing Baobao's resentful face, he coughed and said with a straight face: "Baby, you don't understand, Wu How big is the business that my family does in Jiangnan?" Jing Baobao tilted his head, looking confused.
"The career of the Wu family can be simply put in four words: revitalizing national martial arts!" Jing Baobao was startled: "Isn't this coincident with your goal?" Xia Ye smiled and nodded: "So, I must Choosing to cooperate with the Wu family, the agreement between Cangyue Company and the Wushu Association is our entry point."
"I'm not afraid of Wu Zhiyuan. He and I have nothing to talk about. The main reason for cooperating with the Wu family is to meet Wu Ting." Jing Baobao was stunned: "The richest man in Yuhang?" Xia Ye smiled and said: "I have sent people to Yuhang I have delivered the greetings and come to the door in person to show that I am more sincere. I believe that Wu Ting will give me, the richest man in Dragon City, a face." Jing Baobao said: "Even if I see Wu Ting, what can I do? The Wu family is here. The person in charge of Su's affairs is still his son Wu Zhiyuan. If we don't have a good relationship with him, it will not be good for our cooperation." Xia Ye said: "The Wu family has been involved in this business for three generations, just to revitalize the national martial arts. , To prevent martial arts from declining, the Wu family will not give up this path because of me, the Cangyue Company, or any other reason. On the contrary, I think Wu Ting will choose me at all costs."
“Mr. , I have to put on a smile on the surface." Jing Baobao was silent: "What if the Wu family doesn't?"
"Haha, then I have no choice. I can't put a knife on the necks of the Wu family and father and son and force them to cooperate, right? When the time comes, I can do it myself. It's just that I don't have the ready-made channels and resources of the Wu family. I Being alone will be more troublesome and time-consuming." Jing Baobao said: "Then what are our plans next?"
"You should do your job well. The martial arts team cannot stop. Instead, we must make it bigger and stronger. We must cooperate sincerely with the Wushu Association and avoid conflicts. The issue between Wu Zhiyuan and I cannot involve the Wushu Association and Cang Yue. This You have to understand, I believe Wu Zhiyuan thinks the same way."
"Understood, Mr. Xia." Xia Ye smiled: "Okay, let's watch the game. Let me tell you, I invited the senior brother of Wudang Mountain, Taoist Master Wang Ye, who is my trump card!" Jing Baobao was very curious about the senior brother of Wudang Mountain... Because of Xia Ye, she began to slowly become curious about martial arts and martial arts.
...Inner Pavilion of Olympic Sports Center. Competitors from major martial arts and boxing gyms in the Suzhou area all attended and completed their positions.
The opening ceremony involves a tour of the martial arts arena outside the building. In all major martial arts schools, the owners bring their own apprentices along with them.
The more people, the better, and the momentum will naturally look stronger. But Wang Ye was the only one in Datong Pavilion.
when he carries
When the "Datong Pavilion" brand paraded around the martial arts arena, you could almost hear the boos from the audience.
"Datong Hall? I've never heard of it. Where did it come from?"
"It's newly opened. I don't know if I have enough qualifications, so I dare to participate."
"This kind of competition only requires Class A qualifications. How can a newly opened martial arts gym have one?"
"Datong Pavilion, right? It's on Nanfeng Street. It's indeed a newly opened one."
"What's going on with the Wushu Association? This martial arts conference is getting worse every time. It's worthless!" A burst of boos broke out at the scene.
The old god Wang Ye is still there, carrying the sign and still cruising, but it seems that he can't hear anything. The boos from the audience grew louder and louder.
In a newly opened martial arts gym, there are no qualifications, and there is even only one competitor, who personally carries the cards. In this kind of competition, he is naturally like an ant, and no one is optimistic about him.
In the box, Wu Zhiyuan showed a satisfied look. He admitted that the wild Taoist priest in Datong Hall had some tricks, but today, those who came to compete were all top-notch masters in the Suzhou area. Most of them were in the Yaoguang realm, and there were even a few who came to compete. A warrior in the Yang realm.
"Hmph, a wild Taoist priest, I want to see how you can resist the wheel battle of the hall owners on the ground in Gusu!" Wu Zhiyuan snorted coldly and informed: "Tell the referees below that I don't want to see the Datong Hall. Entering the top thirty-two, it’s best to eliminate him from the beginning!”
"Yes, Master." Someone took the order and left. With the knife on the side, he took a step forward: "Master, let me go, this little Taoist priest can't handle me." Wu Zhiyuan said: "There is no use of a bull's knife to kill a chicken, let the masters sharpen his spirit first!" At the same time, Wang Ye raised his head, picked out his earwax, and sighed: "It's such a big venue, there are so many people." He automatically ignored the boos directed at him at the scene, and instead browsed the venue scenery on his own.
The Olympic Sports Center is closed at any time, but it is really good, the air circulation is smooth, the auditorium is full, and there are many people.
A bit like a football game on TV. However, the center field is not a lawn court, but a martial arts field composed of multiple squares.
At that time, the owners of the major venues will decide the winner on these squares. There were forty referees alone, and there were cameras on site recording from all angles.
The knockout rounds at the beginning are the most lively. Of course, at the end, all venues will select two teams to compete in the final arena.
At that time, all the spectators will look towards that arena.
"It feels really good to stand there and fight." Wang Ye nodded with emotion. Suddenly a sneer came from beside him: "You are just a wild Taoist priest. You don't know where you came from. You still want to go up and win the championship?" The speaker was the owner of the gymnasium, Zheng Changdong.
He was now looking at Wang Ye with contempt. This man was eight feet tall, a head taller than Wang Ye.
However, Wang Ye is the shortest among all the members. Standing among the group of gym leaders, he looks very small.
"Datong Hall? I don't know where to go through the back door. What's going on? Is there someone at home who works in the Wushu Association?"
"No, little brother, this competition is about life and death. No one will take responsibility for you if you get injured."
"Little Taoist priest, why don't you withdraw from the competition voluntarily. This way you can still save face. Just say that you've had a bad stomach. We won't laugh at you." The surrounding gym owners all cast sarcastic laughs at Wang Ye.
Not only them, but also their disciples looked over while suppressing laughter.
