Deng Haichao hasn't come back yet, so Song Renjia can only nod: "Okay."

Xiaoxun took Song Renjia to visit the facilities of the martial arts club. Song Renjia found that there were the most props for performances, but there were few things that could actually exercise physical strength.

Sure enough, the martial arts club here is more about adapting to the current society and has become a showpiece.

Song Renjia walked up to a wooden mannequin and touched the traces of the iron wrapping on it.

This wooden dummy was a bit old, but the iron sheet on it was very new. Xiaoxun told him that it was a new one. This was a wooden dummy specially designed for Deng Haichao. The iron sheet had been replaced many times because the old one was broken.

"He is a man of real ability." Song Renjia said.

He was a little curious about Deng Haichao.

Finally, Deng Haichao came back.

"I heard someone is looking for me." Deng Haichao was wearing a pale blue denim suit with bright eyes.

When he saw Song Renjia, his eyes lit up even more.

"Are you Song Renjia?" Deng Haichao looked surprised.

"You know me?" Song Renjia was stunned.

"My father is Deng Yi." Deng Haichao said.

"Deng Yi?" Song Renjia looked confused.

"Have you forgotten? You saved my father at the Likai Hotel." Deng Haichao said.

"The Likai Hotel? You mean the fire?"

"Yes." Deng Haichao nodded excitedly.

Song Renjia: "..."

I never expected that Deng Haichao would have such an identity.

"Brother Song, I wonder why you are looking for me?" Deng Haichao asked.

"It's nothing, I'm just curious about ancient martial arts." Song Renjia said, "You come from the ancient martial arts family, right?"

"Yes." Deng Haichao nodded, "The Deng family inherits the Four Phase Boxing."

"Four Phase Fist..." Song Renjia had never heard of it.

"Now the inheritance is almost gone." Deng Haichao sighed and said: "In our family, my father's generation, there are only four or five people in the family who still insist on practicing boxing. My father did not practice boxing and chose to do business."

"And in my generation, only my cousin and I are practicing boxing in the family. The others are supposed to go to school and work."

"After all, in modern society, ancient martial arts don't have much use." Song Renjia also sighed.

"Brother Song was able to rescue so many people from the fire, so he must have insisted on practicing ancient martial arts, right?" Deng Haichao said.

"That's right." Song Renjia responded. In fact, he is a cultivator.

"Brother Song, do you want to see Four Phase Boxing?" Deng Haichao asked.

Song Renjia nodded.

"Then let's compare notes." Deng Haichao's eyes showed excitement: "Xiao Xun, prepare the venue."

"Okay, Senior Deng."

"You seem to want to compete with me." Song Renjia asked.

"There are too few people practicing ancient martial arts now. It's rare to meet one. Only through communication can we make progress." Deng Haichao said.

The venue was ready. Song Renjia took off his coat and stood opposite Deng Haichao.

"Brother Song, I'm here!" Deng Haichao reminded him and walked up.

He clenched his fist, explored Song Renjia's heart, and struck decisively.

Song Renjia gently pushed his fist away and punched him.

The two began to attack and defend each other, using each other's tricks. Song Renjia controlled his speed and strength to Zhou Qing's level and faced off against Deng Haichao.

Four-phase boxing is divided into four boxing techniques, including Qinglong Fist, White Tiger Claw, Suzaku Palm, and Black Tortoise Arm, which are combined with solid lower body skills to fight the enemy with the whole body.

Although Song Renjia found it a bit boring, Deng Haichao became more and more excited as he fought. It had been a long time since he had met an opponent who was comparable to him in ancient martial arts.

Although he could not test out what kind of ancient martial arts Song Renjia was learning, he could feel that Song Renjia's boxing was brilliant, steady and centered, and it was indeed an amazing boxing technique. This also benefited Deng Haichao a lot.

The two of them fought for half an hour, attracting many members of the martial arts club around them.

Everyone looked dumbfounded.

The moves of the two people were not very flashy, and sometimes they even seemed a little awkward. But the powerful thud of the fists and feet hitting the floor and the surrounding walls made their hearts vibrate.

Zhao Gongxun was also attracted. While he was shocked, his heart was bleeding.

Deng Haichao was already fighting hard, almost using all his strength. This crazy fighting made him lose sight of the things around him, so that the floor, walls and some not very strong props were all cracked, and some

Just get beaten up.

Although he was also shocked by the destructive power of the ancient martial arts, he was more concerned about how many things the martial arts club had damaged and how much it would cost to repair.

"You two, stop it." When Deng Haichao accidentally broke another performance weapon, Zhao Gongxun couldn't help but speak.

Song Renjia and Deng Haichao stopped and looked at Zhao Gongxun doubtfully.

"Vice President Deng, do we still need our martial arts club?" Deng Haichao said helplessly: "Look around you."

Deng Haichao scanned it once, then scratched his head in embarrassment.

It can be said that the entire martial arts club's funds were earned through the planning of Zhao Gongxun and another vice president. Facing Zhao Gongxun, Deng Haichao always felt like he was relying on him.

"President Zhao, I'm really sorry. I got angry at the moment." Song Renjia smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will compensate you for the damaged items according to the price."

"Compensate according to the price? You..." Zhao Gongxun hesitated a little. Song Renjia's clothes did not look like a rich man.

"He is one of the five major shareholders of Yeyue Group." Su Lingyue said beside Zhao Gongxun.

"Really?" Zhao Gongxun's eyes lit up, "Actually, it's nothing. You use force to make friends. I haven't seen Vice President Deng looking so happy for a long time."

"It's nothing, it won't cost much." Song Renjia said, "In addition to compensation, I also want to invest in your company."

"Investment?" Zhao Gongxun's eyes brightened even more. He had just negotiated with Su Lingyue about the martial arts performance at the opening ceremony, but now he was about to receive another investment.

"Mr. Song, please talk in detail here." Zhao Gongxun made a gesture of invitation.

"Hai Chao, please come too." Song Renjia said with a smile.

"For business matters, you should talk to President Zhao. I don't know much about this." Deng Haichao said with a smile: "I've been working for a long time and I'm covered in stinky sweat. I'll take a shower first."

"This matter cannot be discussed without you," Song Renjia said.

Zhao Gongxun and Deng Haichao were confused at the same time, and even Su Lingyue showed a puzzled expression.

"Then, Haichao, you can come too." Zhao Gongxun hesitated and said to Deng Haichao.

"Okay." Deng Haichao also followed.

Zhao Gongxun brought Song Renjia and his friends into an elegant room. They found seats and sat down. Zhao Gongxun asked, "I wonder what Mr. Song needs from our martial arts club and how much investment is required?"

"The amount of investment is over 100 million," Song Renjia said.

"puff!"

Deng Haichao squirted out a mouthful of water.

Zhao Gongxun was also shocked. An investment of over 100 million? This is not a small investment.

"Brother Song, are you kidding?" Deng Haichao stood up and said, "Our martial arts club can't make one million a year, right?"

"Mr. Song, I wonder if you have invested so much, what requirements do you have for our martial arts club?" Zhao Gongxun is still calm. He knows that there is no free lunch in the world. He is afraid that Song Renjia has made too many demands.
Chapter completed!