My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 470 - 305 High-quality Customer

Chapter 470: Chapter 305 High-quality Customer

The Gorge Scenic Area.

"Master Yan, how did it go? Did you understand any of it?"

"Hmm! Luckily, the content inside isn’t too abstruse; unexpectedly, it’s quite easy to understand. I’ve probably grasped about ninety-five percent of it.

This so-called ’stream of consciousness’ secret manual has no moves or forms; it’s more like a method to balance yin and yang, coordinate the organs, unblock the meridians, and regulate the flow of qi.

In this regard, it shares some remarkable similarities with ’Yijin Jing’ and ’Bone Marrow Cleansing Scripture’..."

Yan Weiwei was personally taught by Yan Feng, inheriting the same system of knowledge about martial arts.

"Her own daughter’s" writings, of course, presented no difficulty for Yan Feng to read.

Even so, his insights into this secret manual seemed a bit deeper than Yan Weiwei’s.

Hmm... it was just those terms like ketones and alcohols, the scientific explanations of the endocrine system, that threw him off...

Nowadays, does writing a martial arts secret manual require to be so trendy?

"However, it’s a bit strange... Some of the descriptions inside feel eerily familiar.

It seems... to have some inexplicable fit with the Yan family’s traditional knowledge?"

Yan Feng stroked his chin, showing a puzzled look.

"Never mind, as long as you can understand it, Master Yan. Hearing is false, seeing is believing. Why don’t you go up and try that ’external force assistance method’ to test the effect?" Kong Wu said expectantly.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to try, but with this theoretical knowledge, Kong Wu and his own disciple were in the same boat, and it was simply impossible to understand it right away.

"Since Weiwei could master Dark Energy in one day, your realm must be higher than Weiwei’s, maybe you could master it in half a day?"

"Hmm... Since I’ve come all this way, I might as well give it a try first."

Yan Feng was certainly tempted.

Even though the family already had Weiwei who had mastered Dark Energy, who would ever think there were too many masters in their style?

If they could have two practitioners of Dark Energy, his Yan family’s Twelve Road Spring Leg would certainly soar!

An old steed in the stable still aspires to gallop a thousand li, he felt that he could still contribute his residual heat...

With a touch of excitement, he closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing and state according to the method in the secret manual.

When he opened his eyes again, they were bright and full of spirit.

Amid the expectant gazes of those around him, he slowly walked to the edge of the platform, spread his arms wide, and said in a deep voice to the young worker beside him.

"Come on! Attach the rope!"

The young worker didn’t move, his face a bit queer as he looked Yan Feng up and down.

Then he revealed a professional smile.

"Sorry, old sir, according to safety rules, people over sixty are not allowed to bungee jump."

Everyone: "..."

Yan Feng: "..."

He had never imagined that when it came to practicing this technique, height wasn’t an issue, gender wasn’t an issue, but age turned out to be a problem...

...

When Meng Lang and his company left with satisfaction and returned to the hotel after having a good time, they found Kong Wu already waiting for them in the hotel lobby.

"Brother Kong, why are you here? Where’s the old man?" Yan Weiwei asked.

"Uh... Master Yan went back to rest first, hehe!" Kong Wu chuckled dryly.

Could he tell her that a sudden realization of age had made the old man go into seclusion?

Kong Wu looked at Meng Lang.

"Xiao Meng, come here, let me introduce you. This is Secretary Zhao Guangming from Su City, he has come specially on behalf of the local government to present you with a banner of honor and a bonus."

Only then did everyone notice the unfamiliar young man in a black suit standing beside Kong Wu.

"Mr. Meng, nice to meet you. I didn’t expect you to be so young, what an honor!"

Zhao Guangming said with a smile, extending his hand.

He curiously scrutinized Meng Lang, never having imagined that the man people spoke of fearfully and dubbed the "Hero of Guanzhong" responsible for a "martial arts disaster," would be such a young fellow.

That’s right, he was lured in by curiosity today.

Mr. Meng hadn’t attended the banquet last night, and Secretary Wei originally intended to send someone to deliver the silk banner and the prize money to the hotel.

However, Zhao Guangming took the initiative to ask for the task and took it on himself.

He, too, had a bit of a martial arts complex since childhood and was quite curious about this mysterious so-called "martial arts expert."

Especially when the various rumors about this person were "capable of soothing a crying child"...

The two who should have brushed past each other at the banquet without recognizing each other, "strangers in a sea of faces," ended up crossing paths by a twist of fate.

Meng’s eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly handed over the various gift bags he was holding to Xiao Yu before stepping forward with overwhelming enthusiasm and extending both hands.

"You must be Secretary Zhao, right? I’ve heard so much about you!"

Heard so much about you?

Zhao Guangming was taken aback for a moment.

"Does Mr. Meng know me?" asked Zhao Guangming, puzzled.

"Not personally, but it feels as if we’ve known each other for years, it’s a pity we’re meeting so late! By the way, are you free this evening, Secretary Zhao? Since we’ve met, it must be fate; how about I treat you to dinner?"

How could he let such an opportunity slip by after having caught the other in this vast sea of people?

"Um..."

Zhao Guangming was somewhat flabbergasted by Meng’s inexplicably warm enthusiasm.

I’m just here to deliver a silk banner, and you’re inviting me to dinner?

Are you guys always this enthusiastic with the delivery person?

Martial arts catastrophe?

This "martial arts catastrophe" seems too approachable!

"Well, maybe not, I still have some work to do in a while. This is your silk banner and one hundred thousand in prize money, congratulations on reaching the summit, Mr. Meng."

Meng casually accepted the items, not even sparing them a glance, still eagerly gripping Zhao Guangming’s hand.

"Great, great! Not today, maybe some other time? Do you have a business card, Secretary Zhao? Or we could add each other on Fetion! By the way, where is your hometown? Are you married? Have your kids started kindergarten yet? Congratulations, congratulations! When they go to university, I’ll definitely give a gift..."

Zhao Guangming: "..."

Five minutes later.

"Secretary Zhao, if you’re ever free, do come to Su City, I’ll be the host! Let’s keep in touch!"

Watching Zhao Guangming leave hurriedly, Meng bade farewell with a wave, reluctant to part at the hotel entrance.

Then he turned around to find everyone staring at him with weird expressions.

"He was just a secretary delivering a silk banner, was all that really necessary..." Weiwei said, clearly unamused.

Meng put away his smiling face, and said seriously.

"You just don’t get it, do you? Civil servants have a stable income; whether it’s banking or insurance, they are all premium clients!"

Those who knew Meng all rolled their eyes.

How come we never noticed your dedication before.

If you had this much enthusiasm in tackling challenges before, why are you still just a sales consultant now?

Unconcerned with what others were thinking, Meng blissfully looked at the new contact he had added on his phone, smiling ear to ear.

This was a surefire future bigshot; if he were to give an "influence factor" to the people he was dealing with, Zhao Guangming would definitely rank in the top three!

Let’s see... in ten or twenty years, if I say I posted on my circle of friends, and the Secretary-General of the United Nations liked it...

Maybe...

No one would think I’m bluffing, right?