Zhang Mingyang's figure suddenly appeared in Ye Chong's mind.
Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I last met this proud principal.
Thinking back to the beginning, he was the one who introduced the other party to the road of martial arts, but he was unable to make the other party advance and develop rapidly on the road of martial arts. It was inevitable that he felt regretful in his heart.
Judging from the current situation, Zhang Mingyang is a rising star on the road to martial arts, but he also manages the Yangcheng Martial Arts Academy as the principal. In his daily work, whether he is dealing with Teacher Yang Wu or contacting Yang Wu students,
They should all be relatively passive.
no way.
In today's world that advocates force, and in a martial arts academy where warriors gather, if the principal does not have enough strength in martial arts, or even cannot use it, he will indeed be a little awkward in doing things, and there is a possibility of being looked down upon.
also exists in large numbers.
At this moment, Ye Chong was curious about how the other party was doing now.
However, the reason why he thought of the other party was not this, but whether Zhang Mingyang could help him solve the accommodation problem.
But he also understood that there were people living in the trees and on the roofs of buildings, so it would be of little use to look for Zhang Mingyang in this situation.
Is it possible to use heavy pressure to make room for others?
But at this moment, Ye Chong suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and walked away quietly.
Yangwu Office Building.
Principal's office.
A man was lying on a large and soft sofa, with his legs crossed and a cigarette in his mouth, feeling extremely comfortable.
This man has a white beard, blond hair, and a handsome face. He looks a bit like someone from the Hierro continent.
As time passed by, the man yawned again and again, becoming increasingly sleepy.
This man had a long journey and came to Yangcheng from afar. He traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers. He encountered many orcs along the way. He was used to being hunted down. Although his health was not serious, he was really tired.
Now, he lay down in a safe, comfortable and undisturbed room. His body and mind relaxed at the same time. His upper eyelids and lower eyelids secretly hugged each other. They were like glue and could no longer be separated.
After an unknown amount of time, the door opened with a bang.
The exhausted Zhang Mingyang was slightly startled and looked at the man lying on the sofa.
In the next moment, he gently closed the door and sat down on the single sofa nearby.
The whole process was silent, as if they were afraid of disturbing the sweet dream of the lying man.
However, when he found the room full of smoke, he couldn't help but smile, lit up a cigarette and started smoking leisurely.
Time passed minute by minute, and amidst the swirling smoke, everything seemed so harmonious and quiet.
Phew~
The man with the gray beard stretched out comfortably, then turned over and said sleepily: "Zhang, aren't you afraid of me breaking into your office like this?"
"There are many martial arts warriors inside and outside the office building." Zhang Mingyang flicked the ashes from his cigarette. "But sir, he was able to sneak into the principal's office silently and fall asleep soundly without any scruples. For me, it is no longer a matter of fear.
."
"Okay, Zhang," the man with the gray beard nodded, "Tell me, what's the problem now?"
"I only know that your husband will not come here just to sleep," Zhang Mingyang continued, "So, the question now is, what's wrong with you, sir?"
"Okay, Zhang, haha, you are indeed an interesting man," the man with the gray beard picked up the cigarette on the table, lit one, and soon drowned himself in the thick smoke, "But
, I am very curious, before you held the martial arts competition, you were not even a martial artist, but you were able to bring together warriors from all over the world and make the martial arts competition a spectacular one. Even the Imperial Martial Arts Ministry and the Global Martial Arts Federation paid close attention to this competition.
And now, although you have made rapid progress and become an intermediate martial arts warrior, compared with the teachers in the school and even your students, your martial arts level is still too low and can be completely ignored.
I have a question, how do you persevere in a world where martial arts is respected?
Will teachers and students obey your leadership?
Zhang, don’t talk to me about management and leadership. Without a strong military base, those are just clouds."
"Strength does not only include force," Zhang Mingyang smiled, "For example, connections are also very important."
"Okay, Zhang, you also know that connections without a basis of force are useless, including blood." The man with a gray beard blew out a smoke ring and watched it curl up and slowly dissipate, "Are you telling
I, your IQ and EQ helped you secure your position as principal?"
When he said this, the man with a gray beard shrugged and continued: "Zhang, times have changed. Now is the world of martial arts, and the rules have changed."
"I know," Zhang Mingyang sighed, "This is also the reason why I never dared to slack off even after I embarked on the path of martial arts."
"Zhang, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry," the man with a gray beard shrugged, "Compared with yourself, your martial arts development path is a bit counterproductive and too fast.
However, if compared with the current situation or the people around you, your martial arts level is obviously too low.
Zhang, I know it's difficult for you.
I'm curious, what will you do next?"
"Is this why you're here?" Zhang Mingyang looked at the other party intently, "Can I ask, sir, is he from the Imperial Martial Arts Department or the Global Martial Arts Federation?"
"Jesse Pinkman." The man with the gray beard smiled, "Zhang, you can just call me Jesse."
When he said this, the man with a gray beard shrugged: "However, I am neither a member of the Imperial Martial Arts Club nor a member of the Global Martial Arts Federation. I was entrusted by someone to come and see you."
Whoosh!
Zhang Mingyang's eyes lit up: "It's Ye Chong, Ye Chong asked you to come."
"That's not important." Jesse Pinkman shrugged, "What's important is that the person who asked me to come see you hopes that I can help you.
But unfortunately, I can't seem to be of much help in your current situation."
"No, Jesse, of course you can help." Zhang Mingyang's face showed excitement, "If you can meet Ye Chong, I hope you can tell him that I really hope to meet him."
"Meet him?" Jesse Pinkman shrugged, "Well, I'm curious as to why you want to meet this person named Ye Chong so much."
"I want to invite him to give lectures at Yangwu, talk about his growth history, and tell the teachers and students in the school how he grew up step by step to become a semi-god of war and a man of the hour." Zhang Mingyang's eyes sparkled.
"Okay, Zhang, you are an interesting guy," Jesse Pinkman said with a smile. "I really don't know what is going on in your mind. You haven't solved your own problems yet, but you are still thinking about how to develop the school."
If you are stronger, aren't you afraid of others taking your place?"
"I'm not afraid." Zhang Mingyang said slowly, "What I'm afraid of is that Yangwu has not become more brilliant during my tenure. That is what I am most afraid of, and it is also my biggest regret as a principal."
"Chang," Jesse Pinkman shrugged, "how do you know if I can see Ye?"
"Because of the way you lie on the sofa, the sounds you make while sleeping, and the way you blow out smoke rings," Zhang Mingyang's eyes flashed, "you all look a lot like him."
puff!
Jesse Pinkman didn't hold back for a moment, and was choked by the smoke and bent over.