DreamersGN Chapter 123 Someone Offered Money to Their Door
Chapter 123 Someone Offered Money to Their Door
Ma Cong's expression turned serious.
"We want the world to know what true martial arts are, and what charlatans are."
"This standard cannot be decided by just a few of us. It must withstand scrutiny and be tested in real-world situations."
"Therefore, I propose that once our base is established, we hold the first 'National Martial Arts Alliance Certification Conference'!"
"At that time, we will invite all those who claim to practice Chinese martial arts, whether they are from prestigious schools or are just ordinary people, to participate. Let's see what they're made of."
"If you're good at it, we'll issue you certification, acknowledging you as a successor of traditional Chinese martial arts, and invite you to join our alliance."
"Those who can't come, or who dare not come, then I'm sorry. We will make the list public so that the people can clearly see who the real masters are and who the fake ones are!"
Ma Cong's words were forceful and resolute, exuding a decisive and ruthless air.
Wang Benlei was thrilled: "That's great! That's perfect! That's exactly what we should do! Let's see how those cowards will hide then!"
Sun Changqing, however, thought a little more deeply: "Alliance Leader, this idea is good. But it's very difficult to implement. What defines 'competitive'? How are standards set? What if someone makes a mistake during the competition, injuring or even killing someone? These are all problems."
"Brother Sun is right." Ma Cong nodded. "That's why I said we need to 'establish' standards. These standards need to be detailed and scientific."
"For example, we can divide it into levels. Ming Jin, An Jin, Hua Jin, each level should have clear assessment standards. Strength, speed, reaction, and resistance to blows can all be quantified using modern equipment. But the understanding and application of 'Jin' requires us experts to assess it ourselves."
"As for the competition, a points-based, round-robin system can be used. It should be stopped when the point is reached, no lethal force allowed. At the same time, high-value accident insurance must be purchased. Our job is certification and screening, not to run underground boxing matches."
Ma Cong gradually articulated the ideas that had already taken shape in his mind.
The old masters present were dumbfounded.
Quantitative assessment, points system, round-robin tournament, accident insurance...
These terms sounded new to them. They hadn't expected that, in Ma Cong's vision, the certification of traditional Chinese martial arts could be done in such a modern and rigorous way.
They then truly understood that what Ma Cong wanted to do was not to restore the past, but to revolutionize.
The goal is to use modern concepts and methods to inject new vitality into the ancient art of martial arts.
Seeing the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, Ma Cong knew that his ideas had begun to take root in their hearts.
Just as he was about to move on to the third thing, about the idea of a "national martial arts database," there was a sudden knock on the door of his hotel room.
"Knock knock knock".
The knocking was neither hurried nor slow, and was very polite.
Everyone in the room was taken aback. Who could it be so late?
Wang Benlei walked over, peeked out through the peephole, and then his expression turned strange.
He turned around and mouthed something to Ma Cong.
"A man in a suit, I don't know him."
Then, lowering his voice, he added, "Looks like a rich man."
Rich people?
Ma Cong's heart stirred slightly, and the words he had just spoken flashed through his mind.
"As long as the location is right, the money will come."
Could it be... that it's here already?
He nodded to Wang Benlei: "Open the door and let him in."
Wang Benlei opened the door.
Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man in his forties, slightly overweight, wearing a well-tailored designer suit, with his hair neatly combed and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, giving him a refined and cultured appearance.
He was carrying a gift box that looked very expensive.
When the man saw Wang Benlei open the door, he was taken aback for a moment, seemingly not expecting so many people to be inside. But he quickly regained his composure and gave a polite smile.
"Excuse me, is Mr. Ma Cong in this room?" His voice was gentle, and his Mandarin was very standard.
"What do you want with him?" Wang Benlei sized him up, his tone anything but friendly. He had never had a good impression of these slick-looking businessmen.
"I...I'm an admirer of Mr. Ma. I've watched all his matches, and I'm here tonight too," the man quickly explained, his attitude very humble. "My name is Qian Zhenhua, and I run a small business. I came here specifically to pay Mr. Ma a visit; that's all."
Qian Zhenhua?
Ma Cong searched his memory for the name but couldn't place it. However, judging from the other person's attire and demeanor, the so-called "small business" was probably not really small.
"Let him in," Ma Cong said.
Wang Benlei then stepped aside to let Qian Zhenhua in.
When Qian Zhenhua entered the room, he saw a group of people sitting there, especially Sun Changqing and Wang Benlei, several renowned masters in the Chinese martial arts circle. His surprise deepened.
But he concealed it well, only lingering his gaze on Ma Cong for a moment before respectfully walking over.
"Mr. Ma, hello! Seeing is believing. You look even younger and more imposing than you did on the live stream!" Qian Zhenhua bowed slightly and handed over the gift box with both hands. "It's just a small gift, nothing special, but I hope you'll accept it."
Ma Cong didn't take the gift box, but calmly looked at him and said, "Mr. Qian, please sit down and talk. No need for the gift."
Qian Zhenhua's hands were raised in mid-air, making him look somewhat embarrassed.
It was Sun Changqing who stepped in to smooth things over. He stood up and said with a smile, "Mr. Qian, you're too kind. Please, have a seat."
As he spoke, he took the gift box from Qian Zhenhua's hand and placed it on the table next to him.
Qian Zhenhua finally breathed a sigh of relief, smiled gratefully at Sun Changqing, and then carefully sat down on the chair next to him, only sitting on half of his buttocks, keeping his upper body straight and his posture very humble.
"Mr. Qian, your visit so late at night must be more than just bringing a gift, right?" Ma Cong asked bluntly.
"No, no, no, of course it's not just for gift-giving." Qian Zhenhua quickly waved his hand, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses as if he were organizing his thoughts.
"Mr. Ma, I won't beat around the bush." He took a deep breath, looked at Ma Cong, his eyes filled with sincerity and excitement, "I'm here today because I want to... I want to do my part for you, for the National Martial Arts Alliance!"
The moment he said that, everyone in the room was stunned.
Wang Benlei's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He looked at Qian Zhenhua, then at Ma Cong, thinking to himself that this kid was really amazing. He said money would come, and money really did come to his door.
"Oh?" Ma Cong's face remained expressionless. "How do you intend to exert your efforts?"