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Chapter 277 - 277 277 Talent Export Plan

277: Chapter 277 Talent Export Plan 277: Chapter 277 Talent Export Plan Zhao Yan seemed not to have noticed Zhao Guang’s astonishment and continued, “We’re searching for talent everywhere now, especially those who can spin a yarn.

If they have a decent image and can throw a few moves too, that’s even better.”

“Hold on, what are you planning to do, start a pyramid scheme?” Zhao Guang’s eyes widened.

Our family’s already wealthy, no need to engage in such unscrupulous activities, right?

“Start a pyramid scheme?

Do I look like that kind of person to you?”

Zhao Guang nodded vigorously: “Pretty much.

Going by your standards, wouldn’t they all be swindlers?”

Zhao Yan’s hand moved so fast it was like a blur, and even Zhao Guang didn’t react in time.

She swiftly twisted something on Zhao Guang’s body and then returned to her original position as if nothing had changed in her expression, as though she hadn’t been the one who did it.

Zhao Guang, catching on belatedly, quickly shook his hand, making a motion that suggested pain.

But it couldn’t be helped, his skin was too thick; he felt nothing at all.

“Stop pretending, I didn’t use much force.”

Xu Mo, standing to the side, kept his head down, not daring to look at the siblings’ interaction.

After all, those were his employers, and if he dared to mess around, the pain he imagined was enough to instill fear.

“So, what are you planning to do exactly?

With people like that, shouldn’t you be sending them to the police station?

Or do you plan to open a training class?

That’d be leading the youth astray, wouldn’t it?”

Suddenly, Zhao Guang had a thought: “Right, if we could create a brand, we could compete with those so-called martial arts schools abroad.

Even if we can’t train anything substantial, we can still achieve the goals of improving physical health and spreading culture.”

Zhao Guang tapped his palm as if he had understood something.

He waved his hand dismissively: “I wouldn’t get involved in such a thankless task, it’s bad for my reputation.”

Zhao Guang was even more puzzled now.

An activity that wouldn’t damage one’s reputation yet involved finding these people—what on earth could it be?

Zhao Yan suddenly lowered her voice: “Do you know that the martial arts craze is not just in China?

Especially abroad, it’s incredibly hot.

The country that started making noise about it first is the one closest to us.”

“The closest?

North Korea?” Zhao Guang thought of the nation just a stone’s throw away.

“No, a bit further out, Japan, they’ve been causing quite a stir.”

“What can they stir up, haven’t they always sent people to learn from us?

Wait a second, they’re not thinking of getting our Masters to go there to teach them, are they?” Fear flickered in Zhao Guang’s eyes.

Were the leaders in Japan brain-dead?

The common people might not see through it, but could their own leaders really not see it as well?

Or is it that they see it and do it on purpose?

The policy of keeping people ignorant is truly terrifying.

“They’ve proposed that our talents cross the sea to spread martial arts.

Moreover, they said they just need people who can teach the basics; they know the truly profound wouldn’t be passed on so lightly.”

“So they’ve considered our feelings, how nice of them.

But to give such talent to them just like that?”

These were talents, after all, and in this moment, Zhao Guang also realized their true utility.

Indeed, ordinary people couldn’t do this job, and this ability to bamboozle seemed innate; to cultivate it later in life would be extremely difficult.

If these weren’t talents, then what kind of person would be?

Just think, once upon a time, a little mustache-man stirred an entire nation, leading to a world war—what a talent that was.

Zhao Yan rolled her eyes: “How could we just give them away?

These are our brothers, they’re worth a price.”

“How much did you add?” Zhao Guang’s eyes began to glow: Japanese money was there for the taking.

Plus, getting them all fit might also keep them from getting up to mischief, saving the world from their trouble-making.

“After intense negotiations, we decided that for exporting one talent, they’d pay us ten million in one go, US dollars.”

Zhao Yan gestured with two fingers, illustrating just how profitable the deal was through body language.

“Ten million each, huh?

Sounds like a pretty good price.

They’re not just asking for ordinary people, are they?”

“Of course not, it must be a real Master to count.

I fought hard to get this task.

Speaking of which, if it hadn’t been for your business here, I wouldn’t have been able to take on this job.”

Zhao Yan went on: “We’ve been collecting talents from everywhere now, they have to be older, so there’s no need to worry about being challenged to a fight and then needing to prove themselves.

If you don’t have to fight, nothing gets exposed, it’s all about cultivating one’s energy, right?”

Zhao Guang gave a thumbs up: You’re really something, thinking of all these details.

It’s worthy of being the result of many people’s discussions, much more potent than going it alone, especially when it comes to the finer points.

“And after we’ve gathered these talents, we’ll still need to train them.

We can’t have them going abroad without understanding the different martial arts schools, not to mention some esoteric and mystical studies—they’ve got to know a bit about them.”

Alright then, this has become a fully-fledged industry.

“In that case, you must be indeed busy.

But so many people—is Japan really up for digesting them all?” Zhao Guang asked, referring to the number of talents being sent over.

Although they have a sizable population, the country is too small.

According to their ethos, one person could probably teach many, enhancing the overall cost-effectiveness through various means.

In this respect, Japan is very skilled.

“No worries, it’s Japan for now, but once results show, other countries will follow.

The world is so big, there will always be a use for them.

Think about the whole world—doesn’t it feel like there’s too few talents?”

Zhao Guang nodded in understanding: “That makes sense, but what counts as achieving results?”

“We will secretly arrange for them to have disciples afterward, and these disciples are definitely tough, capable fighters, with decent images, too.”

“Disciples?

Where will you find them?”

“From the military.

Quite a few ex-servicemen struggle to find work, and this job is a good fit.”

Alright then, Zhao Guang understood; this was a scam orchestrated at the national level.

But thinking about Japan, Zhao Guang felt delighted—cheat away, con those Japanese.

“Do you need me to do anything?” Zhao Guang’s eyes began to sparkle.

“What can you do?

Just focusing on your own business would be the best thing.

We’d never engage in such violent and deceitful activities—we are legitimate businessmen, after all.”

“Indeed, very legitimate.

I admire your kind of legitimacy,” Zhao Guang was convinced.

No wonder she’s my elder sister—her ability to tell blatant lies is way better than mine.

Why else would I have accomplished nothing in the past, while she and her husband started a successful business right after graduating?

Sometimes, you just have to admit, doing what others can’t is a show of ability.

Now given a higher platform, her performances are even more exaggerated.