The China Martial Arts Association Extends an Olive Branch

Having understood his old friend's intentions, Cheng Jianshe's expression naturally changed. This was quite a grand game—interesting. The way he looked at Qin Fen softened as well. The rules needed to change. Look at Korea: their promotion campaign mobilized the entire nation, fierce and aggressive, and the results were obvious. Then look at his own country—Cheng Jianshe would be lying if he said he was not anxious.

Their ancestors' legacy could not be ruined in their hands. Otherwise, how would they face their forebears in the afterlife?

"Little Qin, do you want to join the China Martial Arts Association?" Cheng Jianshe had confirmed Old Chen's intentions. That despicable old man wanted to make use of him, did he? It did not matter. He liked being used this time.

Was that really what Old Chen had intended? Only heaven knew.

The China Martial Arts Association? Hadn't Old Chen told him to join the Provincial Wushu Association? Qin Fen did not quite understand. Could it be that, with the same goal in mind, Old Chen wanted to give him a push and take him a step further, which was why he had told him to come find Cheng Jianshe? If so, the two must have had an unusual relationship, and Cheng Jianshe's status was no ordinary one either.

"Old Chen mentioned it before, but I've had a lot going on lately, so I haven't handled it yet." Qin Fen explained what had happened.

Then that was it. "Haha, good. Didn't Old Chen send you to me for exactly this reason?" Cheng Jianshe no longer had any desire to offer guidance. This guy was beyond his ability to teach. There were probably only a handful of people in the world who could guide him.

It sounded perfectly reasonable, and Qin Fen did not