The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert

Chapter 1588 - 1893: The Homeless Man

"Ling Chen, you’re here at the right time. I was just summarizing the gains from this Martial Arts Tournament with Elder Tong."

"Is that so?" Ling Chen asked with a smile, "Did you gain a lot?"

"Not just a lot, it exceeded our expectations," Tong Zhentian said. "This time, over three thousand people signed up for the Dragon Tiger Hall, and besides that, several Martial Arts Academies want to establish long-term cooperative relationships with our Dragon Tiger Hall. In simple terms, we would delegate the titles of the Dragon Tiger Hall branches to them, allowing them to recruit and train under the Dragon Tiger Hall’s name. In this way, the scale of Dragon Tiger Hall could expand severalfold in a short period, saving us much time and effort."

"If that’s the case, then it truly is a good thing. However..." Ling Chen said with some concern, "Aren’t you worried that those Martial Arts Academies might ruin the reputation of Dragon Tiger Hall?"

From its establishment till now, Dragon Tiger Hall has only used trusted people, and everyone has contributed to its development. Therefore, there’s a sense of belonging within Dragon Tiger Hall. But if the delegation is handed over to other Martial Arts Academies, it can enhance Dragon Tiger Hall’s reputation and influence. However, the quality of those Academies is uneven, and who can guarantee they won’t tarnish the name of the Dragon Tiger Hall?

It’s important to know that many people are profit-oriented. Those actively seeking cooperation with Dragon Tiger Hall are merely attracted by its reputation, wanting to leverage it to strengthen themselves. If those Martial Arts Academies defame the reputation of Dragon Tiger Hall, it would be a loss instead.

After hearing Ling Chen’s concerns, Tong Zhentian exchanged a glance with He Ziyun, saying, "We’ve considered your concerns, however, everything has pros and cons, and we can gradually correct them."

"Elder Tong, we’re not lacking funds now. We can build as many Dragon Tiger Halls as we want. Why must we cooperate with others? As the saying goes, a single rat dropping can spoil a pot of soup. If any of those Academies have issues, it could significantly impact Dragon Tiger Hall. So, I’m against this approach."

Tong Zhentian nodded, "I understand your point. But constructing new Dragon Tiger Halls requires a lot of time and personnel training. Do you think we have enough resources to manage so many halls?"

"Elder Tong is right," He Ziyun chimed in, "Although Dragon Tiger Hall now has numerous members, ninety percent are apprentices, and there are few who can take on responsibilities alone. Elder Tong and I have seriously considered this; in terms of foundation, Dragon Tiger Hall is far from comparable to the Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion. The Heavenly Mechanism Pavilion can establish ten or twenty Martial Arts Halls because they have ample personnel and resources. They can easily send one or two disciples to manage a hall. Can we do that? We cannot. I’ve calculated carefully, and given the current resources of Dragon Tiger Hall, at most, we can open three more halls. It would take at least several decades to popularize Dragon Tiger Hall nationwide."

"Ling Chen, I hope you can understand. Elder Tong and I are both aged, and before we pass, we wish to see Dragon Tiger Hall prosper. Hence, we decided to take a shortcut. Of course, you are the founder of the Dragon Tiger Hall, and even though I am the Martial Arts Hall Master, I respect your opinion. If you disagree, we will abandon this plan."

Upon hearing this, Ling Chen hesitated. He knew that Tong Zhentian and He Ziyun were doing this for the future of Dragon Tiger Hall, but... forget it! Since both elders have considered it thoroughly, he decided to trust them this time.

"Alright," Ling Chen nodded, "Elder Tong, Mr. He, without you both, there wouldn’t be today’s Dragon Tiger Hall. Whatever you decide to do, I will unconditionally support you."

"These past few days, you’ve been exhausted because of the Martial Arts Tournament. Take a good rest. Anyway, there’s nothing much happening during this period; give yourself a few days off," Tong Zhentian said.

"If there’s nothing else, I plan to return to East Sea City for a while, since everything in Beijing is already taken care of."

"That’s good. The Martial Arts Tournament has just ended, and there will undoubtedly be many things at the Martial Arts Association. I need to stay a bit longer, and Mr. He needs to manage the Beijing Hall; Dragon Tiger Hall Headquarters doesn’t have anyone in charge. You can help out when you return."

"Alright, I understand."

...

Beijing, Hongyu United Investment Company.

After sending Tang Shiyun back to her residence, Nanrong Wanqing and Nanrong Hao drove straight back to the company.

"Sis, how long are you planning to stay in Beijing?"

"There are some company matters that need handling, probably around three or four days. Why don’t you head back to East Sea City early tomorrow? We need someone at headquarters."

"Alright, I’ll go book a flight later."

As they conversed, Zhong Wei, who was trailing them with a walkie-talkie, seemed to receive some news and spoke up, "Chairman, Young Master, the security department just informed me that a cleaner found an unconscious person in the alley behind the company."

Nanrong Wanqing turned her head, "There are many homeless people in Beijing, probably fainted from hunger. Call the hospital and have them take him away."

"Okay." Zhong Wei responded, then instructed Liang Zhao Hui next to him, who immediately headed downstairs.

Arriving at the chairman’s office, Nanrong Wanqing pushed the door open, preparing to enter when her phone suddenly rang. After the call, she lightly tapped her forehead and said, "I almost forgot something important; a major client scheduled a meeting today. If not for the secretary’s reminder, I wouldn’t have remembered."

"Sis, I’ll take you there."

"Alright."

Immediately, the siblings returned the way they came, taking the elevator down to the building lobby, intending to catch a car at the entrance. Passing by the lounge area, they saw Liang Zhao Hui with several security personnel, while a disheveled man sat on the nearby sofa, looking like a beggar.

At the moment, the man was devouring a bowl of instant noodles, seemingly having not eaten for many days.

"Xiao Liang, let’s go," Zhong Wei called out to Liang Zhao Hui. Hearing Zhong Wei’s shout, the man glanced in their direction. Upon seeing Nanrong Wanqing waiting by the door, he seemed to freeze, staring blankly and forgetting to swallow the noodles in his mouth.

Suddenly, the man sprang up from the sofa, throwing away the instant noodles in his hand, and dashed toward Nanrong Wanqing.

Witnessing the man’s action, Zhong Wei and Liang Zhao Hui’s expressions changed, each charging to stop the man.

"Stop!" Zhong Wei shouted softly, reaching out to grab the man’s shoulder. However, before his hand could touch the man’s body, a powerful force suddenly struck, sending him flying.