Where Did You Learn

Wenchuan District, on a certain street.

Fang Cheng held a business card in hand as he gazed at a private residence with a small garden not far away.

This was likely a traditional luxury residential area.

Most of the surrounding houses were independent Western-style homes two or three stories tall. The roads were lined with dense trees, and the surroundings were very quiet.

He had been standing here for quite some time, observing the house.

He saw a gardener trimming the holly trees and a maid hanging out bed sheets and clothes to dry.

He also saw a red sports car drive into the garden, from which a well-built young woman in a white dress stepped out.

"Seems like a perfectly normal household..."

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed slightly as he murmured to himself.

Earlier, while he was at work at the club, Shen Haoming had indeed sought him out quickly, just as Chen Xiaohai had said, and explained a few things.

It turned out that after the sparring lesson that day ended, Majima Goro had expressed his appreciation for Fang Cheng during a private gathering with the company's Big Boss. He wanted to invite Fang Cheng to his home as a guest and build a closer relationship.

The next day, the boss called Manager Li and instructed him to make sure the matter was handled properly.

After receiving the order, Manager Li tossed the task of extending the invitation to Shen Haoming.

Such a grand fuss, as though they were afraid he would refuse to visit.

If Shen Haoming had not brought it up, Fang Cheng would have almost forgotten about it.

He immediately tried to decline, saying that he already had four sparring sessions scheduled for today and simply could not spare the time.

To be honest, even if he had no classes, he did not want to be anyone's guest for some bizarre nonsense.

After all, the other man was mentally unstable and could go crazy at any moment.

On top of that, they could not understand each other's language and were not familiar with one another.

Just imagining that chicken-and-duck conversation made Fang Cheng feel awkward.

Besides, unsolicited kindness usually hid ulterior motives.

Who knew whether this Japanese man harbored any ill intentions?

Yet Shen Haoming earnestly tried to persuade him, even bringing up all the generous terms Manager Li had offered.

For example, the end-of-month performance bonus and the year-end bonus.

They had even specially approved 5,000 yuan in activity funds for him to use as he pleased.

Between the lines, it was clear they wanted him to properly win over this major client.

After several rounds of persuasion and pleading, Fang Cheng was thoroughly fed up and ultimately nodded in agreement.

Of course, it definitely was not because of the 5,000 yuan. It was simply out of professional duty.

At this moment, Fang Cheng had observed the place for over ten minutes.

When he saw the young woman enter the house, his doubts immediately vanished.

He then picked up a bag of apples and bananas he had just bought and walked forward.

When visiting someone's home, he could not exactly show up empty-handed.

He still had that much etiquette.

After the doorbell rang, the maid who had been hanging laundry hurried over in small steps and opened the wrought-iron gate.

Fang Cheng stated his identity.

The maid immediately smiled and respectfully ushered him inside.

Clearly, the хозяин had already given instructions beforehand.

Carrying the fruit, Fang Cheng followed the maid along a cobblestone path toward the main house.

Although it was winter, the garden was still planted with all kinds of brightly colored flowers whose names he did not know.

The entire residence had an artfully staggered layout, with a charm all its own.

As Fang Cheng looked around casually, he could not help but let his imagination wander.

Once he made money in the future, he would buy a detached villa with a garden like this too, hire several maids, and let his mother truly enjoy life.

Upon entering the front door, he saw a simply styled living room.

There was not much furniture inside, and the walls featured several French windows, making the space feel very open.

Majima Goro sat by the window. Sunlight streamed in, making his bald head especially shiny and conspicuous.

He was currently speaking with an assistant, apparently giving some instructions.

When he saw the maid bring Fang Cheng inside, he swiftly stood up, forcing a somewhat stiff smile onto his fleshy face.

"Mr. Fang, welcome to my humble home!"

Majima Goro called out loudly as he strode over and extended his right hand to Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng did not understand Japanese, but he smiled and reached out as well.

The two shook hands, exchanged pleasantries, and sat down.

Fang Cheng placed the fruit on the coffee table, then sat there in silence.

Majima Goro glanced at the assistant beside him and said something.

The assistant immediately bowed slightly to Fang Cheng and translated:

"Mr. Majima says that your presence is already an honor to him. There was no need to bring gifts."

Fang Cheng replied in a polite tone:

"A small token of appreciation."

Who knew how the assistant had translated that traditional Xia Country courtesy phrase.

Hearing this, Majima Goro's smile became even more exaggerated.

At this moment, the maid brought over some ginseng tea.

Fang Cheng politely thanked her, accepted it, and set it on the coffee table without drinking.

Majima Goro was unusually enthusiastic, ordering the maid to bring out the pastries prepared in the kitchen as well.

Fang Cheng hurriedly waved his hand and declined.

Seeing that Majima Goro was completely unlike the overbearing man he had been when they first met, Fang Cheng guessed that he probably had something to ask of him.

So he turned to the assistant acting as interpreter and said bluntly:

"If Mr. Majima invited me here because he needs help with something, please feel free to say so."

Hearing this, Majima Goro's smile faded slightly, and his expression grew serious.

Through the assistant's interpretation, he gradually revealed the true reason he had invited Fang Cheng over:

"Though I am Japanese, I have always greatly admired Xia Country's Traditional Martial Arts."

"This time, I came to Eastern Capital to travel in search of renowned masters and learn some profound techniques, but so far, my wishes have not been fulfilled."

"Fortunately, while practicing at the club, I met a young talent like Mr. Fang. Your natural gifts are extraordinary, and I could not help but be deeply impressed."

Speaking of this, Majima Goro paused. His eyes shone brightly as he stared at Fang Cheng.

"May I presumptuously ask where Mr. Fang learned his martial arts?"

When the assistant translated the question, Fang Cheng could not help but pause.

What master did he have?

If he had to name one, it would be the various coaches at the Global Elite Fighting Club.

But it would not be appropriate to say that, and probably no one would believe it anyway.

After considering it, Fang Cheng explained:

"I practiced martial arts when I was young, but neglected it for a while during my school years. I only picked it up again in the past two years, mainly to keep fit."

Majima Goro did not press the matter further, seeming to believe him.

After pondering for a moment, he continued speaking.

The assistant continued translating as well:

"I invited Mr. Fang here this time because I wish to have an Unlimited Mixed Martial Arts Match with you."

"Please be sure to fight Mr. Majima with your full strength. Mr. Majima will also use his true strength when the time comes."

As he said this, Majima Goro took out a checkbook from his bag and picked up a fountain pen.

Scratch, scratch, scratch. He quickly wrote out a check and pushed it in front of Fang Cheng.

"One hundred thousand."

Seeing the amount written on the check, Fang Cheng's pupils contracted slightly.

"This is the compensation for the match. If you are injured, Mr. Majima will cover all of your medical expenses, leaving you with no worries."

Fang Cheng concealed the surprise in his eyes and looked at Majima Goro in confusion.

"It's only a sparring match. Is there really any need to pay this much?"

At these words, the corners of Majima Goro's mouth lifted slightly, and he smiled again.

The assistant immediately translated:

"Not at all. Hiring a champion fighter as a sparring partner costs more than fifty thousand for a single session at market rates."

"Mr. Majima believes that you are absolutely worth this price!"