My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 562 - 364: A Breeding Farm

Chapter 562: Chapter 364: A Breeding Farm

"Your friend has already bought the boxing gym? Awoo~" Yan Weiwei stuffed a piece of Dongpo pork into her mouth.

"Yep!"

"That was quick! Then I’ll post a challenge in the ’Martial Arts Circle’ right now."

Yan Weiwei put down her chopsticks, seemingly eager, and picked up her phone.

"Wait! How exactly are you planning to post the challenge?" Meng Lang couldn’t help but ask.

"Hero of Guanzhong is here, no more bullshit! Dare to fight... Isn’t it something like this?"

Meng Lang: "..."

Lin Haitang: "..."

Xiao Yu: "..."

It’s a good thing I asked, or else from today onwards we might have acquired a bunch of inexplicable enemies.

"This... It sounds a tad too murderous, considering we’re just meeting through martial arts. Maybe we should tone it down?"

Yan Weiwei thought for a long time, at a loss for words.

"Then how do you suggest we change it?"

Meng Lang had no choice, but after all, he was using his "title of prestige" to attract people, and he was genuinely worried that before drawing people in, he would instead attract hostility...

He pondered for a moment.

Issuing a challenge is a delicate matter, it cannot be too low-key, otherwise, those snobs wouldn’t give it a second glance.

It also can’t be too high-profile, lest it provoke those fragile-hearted, third-rate masters shouting "For the glory of martial arts" and charging at him, which would just be shooting himself in the foot.

He took out his phone, thought for a bit, and edited a message to send to Yan Weiwei.

[Victory is ours to decide, not fate’s. We talk and laugh amidst the battlefield smoke. To strive, the heavens keep count, to battle, if I lose, I cease to exist!

Meeting through martial arts, no weaklings please!

"Hero of Guanzhong" officially designated challenge location:

Su City, Huqiu District, Feng Bridge Street, No. XXX, Red Ribbon Boxing Gym.]

Yan Weiwei read it out softly, her eyes gradually lighting up.

"Hmm! ’If I lose, I cease to exist’? Truly befitting of someone from the Chinese literature department; this challenge is full of dominance! I like it!

But... that part about ’Red Ribbon Boxing Gym’ at the end sounds a bit off..."

"What’s off about it?"

"You see, this is supposed to be a grand martial arts event. If it’s not called Juxian Manor or Knight Island, fine, but it shouldn’t be a place frequented by villains, right? Haven’t you seen Dragon Ball?

With a name like that, the vibe instantly drops!

Ah! I’ve realized my junior brother has absolutely no talent for naming. A ’Red Ribbon’ and a ’Cretaceous’, named like that, those who don’t know would think we’re preparing for a banquet, right?"

"Pfft!" The others at the table couldn’t help but spit out their food.

Your interpretation is truly on another level...

But after hearing Yan Weiwei put it that way, Meng Lang also felt that the name was indeed quite ill-fated.

Could it be that Hu Yifei’s consecutive investment failures were due to bad feng shui?

"How about... we change the name of this boxing gym?" Meng Lang stroked his chin.

After all, it would be part of his subordinates’ assets in the future.

Even if it doesn’t affect feng shui, being constantly mocked by Yan Weiwei was truly irksome!

"Change it! Definitely!" Yan Weiwei nodded vigorously.

After saying that, it struck her as odd and she looked at Meng Lang quizzically.

"It’s someone else’s boxing gym, and you just decide to change it?"

"Not me, you."

"Me?"

"My friend is really in need of experts for his security company. Last time I saw you make a move at the bar, my admiration was like the surging river..."

"Get to the point!"

"Alright then, they want to invite you to be a martial consultant and shareholder.

You wouldn’t have to clock in for work. If you feel like it, just go for a fight, and not only could you earn money, but you could also legitimately use the venue.

And as a shareholder, wouldn’t you have the right to suggest a name change?"

"Martial arts consultant advisor... that idea sounds pretty good..." Yan Weiwei touched her chin, somewhat tempted.

"Is it really just a nominal position?"

"If you’re not satisfied, you can just walk away."

"Deal! I agree! If they accept my name-changing proposal, I’ll be the nominal consultant!"

"Uh... just to ask in advance, what name are you thinking of changing it to?" Meng Lang said, feeling a little guilty.

"’Yan family’s Twelve Road Spring Leg Su City Branch’? How about that?"

"You think this is your family business or something?" Meng Lang couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

"Hmm... that’s true, I should at least show some respect for the major shareholder. Right, what’s special about your friend?"

"Probably... very loyal?"

"Loyal, huh... Great! Then how about ’Liang Shanbo’?"

"Liang Shanbo... Hmm! That’s a good name; it has a sense of gathering heroes."

"Let’s settle on that then!"

Meng Lang pretended to send a few messages on his phone, then gestured an OK sign.

"Done! They’ve agreed!"

"Ah! Quick decision-maker!"

"But they also have a small request."

"What request?"

"To use their venue for friendly martial arts exchanges, and at the same time, help to promote their security company a bit.

Like recruiting people, for example. If you see someone suitable, try to recommend them, you know?"

"Hmm?" Yan Weiwei looked at Meng Lang suspiciously.

"The security company is recruiting... security guards, right?

Those half-baked guys are one thing, but you expect self-important experts to work as security guards... aren’t you being wildly optimistic?"

"They don’t have to be security guards; they could be the team captains! Besides, the security company also has bodyguards, and their salaries aren’t much less than those of advanced white-collar workers.

Plus, they think security jobs are low-end because the group is a mixed bag, with everyone from street thugs to city kings of soldiers.

If you make them realize that the security company is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, would they still think the Liang Shanbo security company is low-end and lacking in class?"

"Hmm? You seem pretty concerned about your friend’s company, coming up with all these strategies for them," Yan Weiwei said with a suspicious look.

Meng Lang’s expression remained unchanged.

"That’s all for you!"

"What... what do you mean ’for me’?" Yan Weiwei’s face flushed red.

"I mean, think about it. When you want to spar with those experts, is it better to spar once and have them leave, or to have them stay by your side and grind experience repeatedly?"

"Obviously, the latter is better."

"Exactly! Hit and run is nothing compared to pulling together a team and grinding experience repeatedly."

"But the problem is, how are you going to keep these people here? Just making them think the security company is high-end and classy isn’t enough."

"How about the temptation of the ’Overclocking Scripture’?"

"Er... you’re not planning to make it public, are you?"

"Why not? It’s just the junior version, and there’s plenty of room for improvement.

It’s better to share the joy with others than to enjoy it alone. I’d rather gather collective wisdom and efforts; it’s more efficient.

The martial arts world of the new era should abandon old concepts, old mindsets. Sharing and open source will be the main theme of the future martial arts world!"

"Hmm... if it’s the Overclocking Scripture, probably no expert could resist the temptation..."

Yan Weiwei looked at Meng Lang with a somewhat strange expression.

How could she not see through it? This whole acquisition of a boxing gym by a security company, it was all Meng Lang’s behind-the-scenes scheming.

He was prepared to open a company and round up all the experts just so he could grind experience for himself?

This level of initiative simply left her speechless.

It’s better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish; and evidently teaching a man to fish wasn’t enough for him.

This guy was actually planning to build an entire fish farm...