At noon, the entrance of Zhenhua Martial Arts Hall is already crowded with people.
How many people in Shanghai today don’t know the notorious reputation of White Tiger Killing Star?
If the time when they picked on the leader of the Qing Gang could be said to be a sneak attack with an advantage in marksmanship, then the time when the Kikuno Martial Arts Club was a result of real human lives.
It's just that those who died were all Japanese, and they were not good people.
Therefore, in addition to being afraid of White Tiger Killing Star, the people here in Shanghai also have a little admiration.
Today, Zhenhua Martial Arts School officially accepts disciples, and many people have taken notice.
With an opponent like White Tiger Killing Star, everyone would be on tenterhooks. But what if there was such a thigh?
Who wouldn’t want a hug?
If he could have a master-disciple relationship with White Tiger Killing Star, wouldn't he be able to walk sideways on the beach?
Of course, many people know that it is impossible for them to become disciples.
But as long as they can build a relationship, they feel that even if they find Jinshan directly to become the great ancestor, it won't be a big deal if they drag him down for eighteen generations or something.
In addition to these speculators, there are also many people who were infected by the performance in the Bund Park in the morning and want to join the Zhenhua Martial Arts School and practice martial arts to strengthen their bodies.
Not long after, the door of Zhenhua Martial Arts Hall slowly opened under the attention of everyone, and Ma Liu, Ding San and others came out carrying two sets of tables and chairs and a pile of thick forms.
After the two tables and chairs were set up, Ding San said to everyone:
“For the next three days starting from today, Zhenhua Martial Arts School will open its doors to accept students. There are two types of students: apprentices and members.
When an apprentice registers with me, he or she needs to pass an assessment before a final decision is made on whether to enroll. The specific assessment criteria are here. "
With that said, Ma Liu put up an assessment item list next to Ding San.
"So many assessment items? Are the requirements so high?"
Many people couldn't help but start talking after seeing the assessment items list.
But few dare to have any opinions.
Isn't it normal for White Tiger Killing Star to accept a disciple with higher requirements?
"If you don't know the membership, how do you calculate it?"
A short-haired young man looked at the assessment list and asked Ding San.
"If you are a member, sign up here."
Ding San pointed to Xie Ruisheng sitting at another table.
"Members only need to pay a membership fee of one hundred oceans per year to enter the martial arts hall and study. There are no requirements other than that."
"What the hell?"
Many people exclaimed.
One hundred oceans a year? This is almost on par with university fees. No martial arts gym in Shanghai charges such a high price.
More importantly, as soon as this member heard it, he knew that there was no master-disciple relationship with Jinshan. Who would spend such unjust money?
Faced with everyone's reaction, Ding San and others were a little helpless. They also felt that the price of one hundred oceans a year was a bit high.
But the problem is that whether it is the annual membership fee or the apprentice's assessment list, Lu Feng has formulated it, and they can only carry it out.
The reason why Lu Feng sets such high entry standards is also very simple. He wants elite soldiers, not just a ragtag group.
It is true that if Jinshan opens its doors and accepts disciples at will, it is estimated that it will not take long to be like Liu Gaosheng, who "powers the south of the Yangtze River with bronze heads and iron arms". He has three thousand disciples and no one can count.
But what next?
How many of these people who come to join the sect really want to learn martial arts? Most of them just want to borrow the tiger skins found in Jinshan and show off their power.
At that time, the Zhenhua Martial Arts School will become a profit caravan like the KMT, and I will have to constantly expend energy to deal with all kinds of troubles caused by the people under my command.
The car would fall apart if it got into even the slightest bit of trouble.
Lu Feng knows one thing very well. In the early stages of his career, the purity of the team is very important, far more important than the size of the team.
That's why Lu Feng set strict standards to screen personnel, and also specifically asked Ding San, a spy with keen observation, to be responsible for recruiting students.
The purpose is to eliminate as much as possible those who fish in troubled waters or those who have ulterior motives.
What Lu Feng wants is a group of capable and relatively innocent people to form the most basic team of Zhenhua Martial Arts School to protect their future at Jinshan.
Of course, Lu Feng also left room for membership access.
Otherwise, how could he make money from foreigners?
We can't let those foreign students take any assessments, right?
As for the price being too high? If the price is not high, how can you raise the grade? If you don't raise the level, how can you attract high-end customers?
Besides, if it’s really too expensive, you can get a discount!
As the specific assessment standards, membership fee standards and other conditions gradually spread among the crowd, many guys with ulterior motives left silently.
There are also some who haven't given up yet and are still standing there ready to sign up and give it a try.
What if this passes? right?
Because the membership fee is quite high, almost everyone who signed up stood in line in front of Ding San's table.
But there was no one on Xie Ruisheng's side.
However, Ding San noticed that the short-haired young man who just asked him carefully looked at the various welfare conditions of members, then returned to the crowd to discuss a few words with another person, and then left.
Subconsciously, Ding San remembered the appearance of the two of them.
Next, there is the routine registration and assessment.
Ding San was responsible for recording personal information, and Ma Liu and Zheng Shusen each served as examiners for a project. Everything began to run in an orderly manner.
By the time Lu Feng came back from Star Film Company, the sun had already set and today's assessment had come to an end.
After briefly asking Ding San, Lu Feng learned that only about twenty people had passed the preliminary assessment this afternoon.
Among these people, Lu Feng still needs to go through the relationship with Lixing Society and further review before choosing who to hire.
Seeing that it was almost time, Lu Feng stopped today's assessment and arranged for everyone to get off work.
The bad habit of working overtime must not be encouraged.
Except when dealing with those spies.
At night, Duan Haiping's house.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom."
Duan Haiping, who had just finished his meal, heard rhythmic knocking at the door before he had time to rest.
His nerves were tense subconsciously.
Could it be him? That mysterious road forward?
After delivering the valuable box of "meeting gifts" last time, Lu Feng knocked on Duan Haiping's door once.
The other party did not show up, but only left a warning letter. The letter said that Aunt Gui, the steward of Zhenhua Martial Arts School, was a Japanese spy and asked him to be more careful.
He also left a message saying that he would contact her again in the future, and the secret code was three long and two short knocks on the door.
With his rich experience and precautions, Duan Haiping soon noticed something was wrong with Aunt Gui, and he was a little more cautious about Aunt Gui, who seemed to be very enthusiastic.
As a result, Duan Haiping became more and more curious about the identity of this Lu Feng.
Who is he? Why do you know your identity and also know the Japanese intelligence?
The wife also knew about Lu Feng's existence. After hearing the knock on the door, she also looked at Duan Haiping.
Duan Haiping nodded to her, and then walked to the door carefully.
When he opened the door, what appeared in front of Duan Haiping was not the letter like last time, but a figure.
"you are?"
"Lu Feng."
A somewhat hoarse voice sounded.
"Is it convenient to go in and talk?"
Before Duan Haiping could say anything, Lu Feng spoke first. This time the operation of the "Yayoi" is of great importance, and Lu Feng must have a face-to-face conversation with Duan Haiping to see if a cooperation intention can be reached.
However, even if the other party was a trustworthy "sailor", Lu Feng still wore a mask to cover his figure just to be on the safe side.
Otherwise, just explaining his origins and motives to Duan Haiping would be a very troublesome issue.
It's better to just keep it a mystery and let Duan Haiping guess on his own.
Duan Haiping looked at the mask on the face of the man opposite him. It was not a good thing to be approached by such a guy who refused to show his true face.
Although this mysterious "Lu Feng" showed enough goodwill before, this does not mean that Duan Haiping trusts him.
Lu Feng didn't urge him, he just looked at Duan Haiping calmly.
"Please come in."
Finally, Duan Haiping gave way and invited Lu Feng through the door.
After a while, Lu Feng and Duan Haiping sat at the tea table in the living room.
"Mr. Lu, first of all, on behalf of the organization, I would like to thank Mr. Lu for supporting us with weapons and funds. These things are very urgently needed for us."
Duan Haiping first thanked Lu Feng, and then asked:
"Mr. Lu is here late at night. What's the point of your visit?"
Just as the saying goes, don't go to the Three Treasures Palace if you have nothing to do. This Lu Feng actually came to the door at night. There must be something wrong. Duan Haiping didn't want to go around the bush, so he asked directly.
"Mr. Duan, have you heard of the Golden Lily Project?"
"The Golden Lily Project? What is it?"
"The so-called Golden Lily Plan refers to..."
Lu Feng briefly explained to Duan Haiping the meaning of the "Golden Lily Plan" and the so-called "transportation plans" they have implemented over the years.
After listening, Duan Haiping's eyes flashed with anger for a moment, but he still controlled his emotions well and asked calmly:
"The Japanese are ambitious and have been coveting our land of China for many years. They have countless such plans. When Mr. Lu mentioned this Golden Lily plan to me, he probably has other plans, right?"
"Yes, according to my intelligence, the Japanese will soon start a new transportation plan, and I am ready to take part in it.
It's just not easy to do this with just my words, so I need some help. "
"Mr. Lu wants to cooperate with us?"
"That's right."
"Well, I don't know if Mr. Lu has any specific information. I need to judge the general situation before I can make a decision."
"It's natural."
Lu Feng directly took out a piece of information about this "transportation plan" that he had compiled and handed it to Duan Haiping.
Duan Haiping turned over the pages, frowning more and more as he looked at them.
"Well, Mr. Lu, according to the information you gave us, we probably don't have enough power to carry out such an operation."
Duan Haiping's meaning is very clear. In his opinion, with the current strength of the Red Party, it is almost impossible to fight a Japanese destroyer.
Lu Feng shook his head and said:
"I don't need your help in combat matters. What I need your assistance is only the subsequent retreat and the transfer of loot."
"This, Mr. Lu, I don't quite understand."
Duan Haiping was a little surprised. If Lu Feng was capable of dealing with a destroyer, why would he need the assistance of other forces in such trivial matters as retreating and transferring loot?
"In this case, can you understand?"
As Lu Feng's words fell, a burst of scarlet light emitted from Lu Feng's body.
Duan Haiping suddenly stood up in horror.
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