"Yeah? Please tell me." Secretary Chen's eyes lit up.

Nowadays, not only is GDP the standard for measuring cities, but the number of martial arts powerhouses is gradually being placed on the surface.

Logically speaking, a prefecture-level city must have at least two professional-level people.

But there is only one Qi Zhenguo in Linjiang City, and Secretary Chen is also very anxious. To be honest, he does not understand the standard issued by the Central Committee.

Professional level warrior?

What's the use? Isn't it just a little bit? In Secretary Chen's eyes, he is willing to exchange a professional warrior for one percent of economic growth.

However, the new documents issued by the Central Committee and policies on the importance of professional martial artists. If Linjiang City only has one professional martial artist, the support for national policies will likely decline next year!

Instead, support another city.

"Well..." Qi Zhenguo was stared at by Secretary Chen, and felt that his face was getting more and more glorious, so he was about to speak.

"Lingling."

Qi Zhenguo's phone rang.

Qi Zhenguo, who was drunk, was about to hang up the phone in one go, but he glanced at the number on the screen from the corner of his eyes: Master Lu Youzhen.

His muscles were tightened all of a sudden, and he controlled his fingers and did not press them down!

If you press it, you will hang up the phone!

How dare he?

His eyes became clear and his blood surged. Qi Zhenguo shouted lightly, and his drunkenness temporarily dissipated a lot. His eyes signaled Secretary Chen and others not to speak.

I felt uneasy and made a "boo" move.

Secretary Chen and other senior government officials were stunned by Qi Zhenguo, confused and were all shocked and suspicious.

But those who play politics have high IQ and EQ. They look at each other and stop making a sound. They know that the person who calls must be a big shot.

Otherwise, how can a professional warrior be treated with caution?

Qi Zhenguo took a deep breath, and the most sincere and simple smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He answered the phone, stood up and said respectfully to the phone: "Master, I have greeted you."

Secretary Chen's eyes suddenly condensed, Qi Zhenguo's master?

He looked at each other with his colleagues, his eyes trembled, and the sound of inhaling slowed down, for fear of rushing to the person on the phone.

How can you survive if you are not well-informed?

Especially for Qi Zhenguo, the only professional-level warrior in the city, they still know a lot.

"Okay, good master, I'll be there tomorrow morning. Well, you're busy."

A few short words fully demonstrated Qi Zhenguo's respect. A professional warrior respectfully looked at the phone, and even though he was thousands of miles apart, he was still cautious.

This scene makes people feel shocked and confused when they see it.

But this absolutely impossible thing happened, and Secretary Chen and others were not surprised, but they were all taken for granted.

"Is that one?"

Secretary Chen looked up at Qi Zhenguo, standing at 1.87 meters tall.

Qi Zhenguo seemed to be happy and nodded: "Yes."

Immediately afterwards, he looked apologized: "Secretary Chen, I'm very sorry. This meal may have to wait for the next time. I'm going to visit the sea of ​​clouds tomorrow."

The dinner was just lively, but Qi Zhenguo proposed to leave.

A shocking scene appeared, Secretary Chen smiled, and laughed more sincerely than before: "Okay, you are busy with your own business, and you must not delay that person's order."

The meal ends here.

Qi Zhenguo put on a white long gown, walked out of the private room, went downstairs to get into the car, and left.

At the dinner party, Secretary Chen and others were also preparing to leave, but two people were confused and asked in confusion: "Secretary Chen? Who is the phone number?"

Obviously, they don't know who is still the identity of that person.

So if you want to inquire, who is the person who can treat Qi Zhenguo and Secretary Chen carefully with just one phone call and dare not be careless?

Secretary Chen smiled faintly and said, "Confidential."

The two of them suddenly realized that they were not of their level and could not find out. They smiled embarrassedly, their eyes flashed and their questions did not continue to ask.

………

Friday night.

After Fang Cheng finished class, he returned to the dormitory and placed his schoolbag on the bed, changed into his martial arts uniform, walked to the parking space behind the dormitory building, pressed the car key, and the sports car started.

Driving out of campus slowly.

After leaving the campus, Fang Chengcai stepped on the accelerator and accelerated toward his master's house.

When he arrived at the door of the master's house, it was already dark. Looking at the master's villa, there was a light inside. Fang Cheng thought about it. Should he want to get some gifts when he first met the two senior brothers?

After thinking about it, this is not the senior brother's family, there is no need.

Fang Cheng walked in and as soon as he opened the door, he saw two middle-aged men standing beside the sofa, as if he was bowing and listening to the master's teachings.

Has the master's attribute become cold?

Fang Cheng's thought flashed through his mind and looked at his two senior brothers:

The one on the left has thick black hair that can almost shine. Her hairstyle is a big back, a righteous face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a slightly thick lips.

The person on the right has slightly sparse hair and a tall figure. What is noticeable is that he is wearing a blue suit dotted with black crystals. His standard round face is not only not obese but looks thin under the polishing of time.

Old Man Lu looked up at the door, saw Fang Cheng coming in, and pulled the corner of his mouth, instantly changing from aloof to a kind style.

"Advisor, come here to recognize your two senior brothers."

"This is your senior brother, Qi Zhenguo." Old man Lu pointed to the middle-aged man on the right. Qi Zhenguo smiled loudly and nodded sincerely at Fang Cheng.

Then, Old Man Lu pointed to the person on the left and said, "This is your second senior brother, Zhou Gang."

Zhou Gang also smiled in kindness to Fangcheng to show kindness.

Do they dare to hold their own identities?

The master pointed out that Fang Cheng in front of him was his closed disciple.

And the two of them are just registered disciples and cannot be compared with each other.

Thinking of the master's identity and strength, the two looked at Fang Cheng with a more friendly look. As for the excuse, how could they do such stupid things?

People in their thirties are close to forty, and even if they are obsessed with martial arts, they still have some emotional intelligence.

"Hello, senior brother, hello, senior brother, second brother."

Fang Cheng bowed to the two senior brothers, a professional warrior! His eyes flashed with light, and he had the urge to have a good conversation.

Old Man Lu raised his eyes and seemed to see Fang Cheng's plan: "Okay, don't say anything about polite greetings for the time being. You two, please give me some advice."

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up and he looked at Qi Zhenguo and Zhou Gang.

Qi Zhenguo had long given up his courage in the path of martial arts, and he became smooth and said hurriedly: "Okay, Master."

On the contrary, Zhou Gang was slightly stunned. He knew the difference between professional and professional levels and couldn't help but hesitate, but his eyes changed several times.

He did not raise any objection after all.

Questioning Master? Even if he is about to break through to the middle of the professional level, he has no such idea.

Old Man Lu smiled, put his hands behind him, walked to the indoor martial arts training ground, and raised his chin: "Start, let this kid see professional-level force."

"I'll do it first." Zhou Gang said with his eyes flashing.

Fang Cheng nodded, and the two walked into the venue and set up their hands.
Chapter completed!