Hearing Li Xiaoxiao's words, Chu Fan was also greatly stimulated, and the veins on his forehead and neck immediately popped out.
He was a little angry and his eyes suddenly became bloodshot.
Chu Fan stared at Li Xiaoxiao and gritted his teeth: "Yes! You, Li Xiaoxiao, are a swordsman genius! You are the [Feihong Star]!"
"You are very strong, but I am useless! If you can't do anything with your skills, you can't do it with force!"
"But do you know how much pressure I'm carrying?"
"When the club was handed over to me, it was surrounded by enemies. The financial chain had long been cut off. The first-line swordsmen and even the substitutes in the youth training camp had been poached by others."
"If I want to show off my talents, I have to have room to do so!"
"Now that the club is like this, tell me, what can I do?"
"what do I do?"
After several regular members and substitutes were poached, Feihong Swordsmanship Club now only has one leader, Li Xiaoxiao, to support it.
The scariest thing is...
Li Xiaoxiao's contract will expire soon.
Before Chu Fan's death, in order to raise funds to maintain the operation of the club and pay full wages to the people below, he passed the bridge early and resold Li Xiaoxiao's contract to other clubs.
For Chu Fan, Feihong Swordsmanship Club is not a home at all, but an orphanage.
Seeing Chu Fan's true feelings revealed, Li Xiaoxiao was a little moved, her expression was no longer so aggressive, she softened a little, and wanted to say a few words of comfort.
But before Li Xiaoxiao could answer, Chu Fan gave his own answer: "Take the initiative to downgrade and sell the top league qualifications to secondary clubs, and you can immediately get a large amount of working capital."
"It can even help me live without worries about food and clothing for the rest of my life, and I will be more handsome than any second-generation rich or second-generation swordsman!"
"But I don't accept it!"
"If I do that, what kind of leader am I?"
No matter how big a hole the previous generation dug, he still had to fill it.
Li Xiaoxiao, who had never communicated with Chu Fan like this before, finally felt the pressure and burden on the leader.
Li Xiaoxiao crossed his arms across his chest, holding the spiritual sword, with a sad expression: "Brother, head master, you should know that I was born and raised in the Feihong Sect, and I have a deeper affection for this place than anyone else."
"If I can see the slightest hope, even if I have to pay a sky-high liquidated damages, I will force myself to stay here and play games for free."
"But now..."
"This sect with almost no inheritance and no successors is going to die soon!"
"In addition to the [sales qualification] you mentioned, there is actually another way."
"That is to apply to the alliance to [block the mountain gate]!"
"In this way, we can get a year's chance to recuperate."
"Take advantage of this year to make money, discover some talented passerby swordsmen and good young talents, and cultivate them carefully."
"Wait until next year, even if you are at the bottom of the top fencing league, at least you will not be disqualified."
When others mentioned Feihong, they all said "Feihong Club", but Li Xiaoxiao said it was "Feihong Sect".
Li Xiaoxiao is willing to do many things for Feihong Sect, but is not willing to risk his own life for it.
Compared with the emotional Chu Fan, the method proposed by Li Xiaoxiao is indeed more rational, calm and feasible.
"I understand, I understand."
It was okay when no one cared about him. His junior brother helped make suggestions, and Chu Fan, who heard the comfort in it, was crying now: "It's too late now... Feihong owes too much debt..."
"If you choose [Block the Mountain Gate], everything in this base will be auctioned by the bank."
"It's all my fault."
"As the leader, I am not capable enough, and I want to let it regain its glory in my own hands, so I missed the best opportunity and ended up like this..."
Chu Fan was so sad that he couldn't help himself and almost shed tears.
only……
The thumping sound of the wooden pestle hitting the ground told the two of them that someone was approaching.
Chu Fan took a deep breath, wiped away the tears from his eyes with his sleeves, and pretended as if nothing happened.
He raised his head and saw a handsome young man with a pale face.
The other party held a pair of crudely made crutches in his armpits, which seemed to be casually whittled by laymen as a means of transportation, with a bright and sunny smile on his face.
“The meal before was really helpful!”
"Master Chu, I'm here to repay your kindness."
I don't know why, but when Chu Fan saw this pale young man who only had a relationship with him, he suddenly felt that many of his unreasonable melancholy seemed to have dissipated a lot.
perhaps……
Some people are born with the power to make people feel at ease.
The pale young man smiled and said in a gentle tone: "Besides [selling qualifications] and [blocking the mountain gate], there is actually a third way to choose."
Hearing this, Li Xiaoxiao, who was sizing him up, suddenly focused his attention.
Chu Fan also remembered the young man’s name—Zhang Guangmu!
When this man was in the park before, he still looked dirty and slovenly.
Now, he seems to have gone through a lot of grooming, showing a fair complexion, clean and refreshing, and even though his clothes are ragged, he still has the demeanor of a good man in a troubled world.
Chu Fan's voice trembled slightly: "What is the third way you mentioned?"
Zhang Guangmu is definitely not an ordinary person!
Maybe he can give the dying Feihong Swordsmanship Club a shot in the arm!
In fact, the above reasons are not sufficient, but Chu Fan is like a drowning person who sees a piece of wood floating on the water.
He will use all his strength to catch the piece of driftwood.
Besides...
Deep in his heart, Chu Fan had an inexplicable intuition.
He felt that the disabled young man in front of him, who had no time to take care of himself, could bring him an inexplicable sense of security.
Zhang Guangmu didn't show off, and said straightforwardly: "I join the Feihong Sect as a swordsman."
"As long as we can accumulate ten wins in the top swordsmanship league, we can avoid Feihong's relegation."
After listening to Zhang Guangmu and Chu Fan chatting for a few words, Li Xiaoxiao sighed.
In his opinion, people like Zhang Guangmu, who are "outrageous with their words", are mostly lobbyists who work together and come with a certain purpose.
Chu Fan was also in a critical condition and sought medical treatment, so he chatted with him so enthusiastically.
Just when Li Xiaoxiao wanted to test Zhang Guangmu's words, he suddenly felt that another person started to speak in his mind.
[Return a favor? I think he is here to take revenge!]
[In the entire history of the Swordsmanship Alliance, the name "Zhang Guangmu" has never been heard of! 】
[A truly strong man must have experienced hundreds of battles and cannot be completely without reputation.]
[Okay! Taking a step back, Zhang Guangmu, who seems to have disabled legs, may be an intellectual talent with the potential to become a top coach and data analyst. 】
[But! According to Zhang Guangmu, he wants to join Feihong, become a swordsman affiliated with Feihong, and compete in the direct top-level swordsmanship league. 】
