There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 154 - 87: The World’s Greatest Gathering (5.2)_2

The martial artist circle is considered a niche group, relatively exclusive to outsiders.

Because Dark Force experts have far exceeded ordinary people, they are sure to face some exclusion from others.

"Forty-two?" Zhang Feng paused, "At first, hearing about Chu Er Shaoye, I thought this Master Chu might be younger.

Unexpectedly, he is already in his forties.

But that’s good, having this age there.

It seems he has researched this subject for many years, and technically and knowledge-wise, he should already be mature."

...

Afternoon.

On a street near the city center.

There is a ten-story office building here, exclusively belonging to the Chu Group.

Brake—

The car stopped in the company’s underground parking lot.

The young man got out first, ready to open the car door for Zhang Feng.

"No need." Zhang Feng had already opened the car door and got down, his gaze directed to the elevator ahead,

"Forgot to ask on the way, is their ’Pei Yuan Pill Tasting Hall’ on the ninth floor?"

"Yes," the young man replied, "I followed my master here once before, it’s not a tasting hall, it’s our martial artists’ dining hall.

But generally, the martial artists in their company are either friends of Master Chu or martial artists within the company.

Outsiders seldom come."

Speaking, the young man began to lead the way.

Zhang Feng nodded and followed him to the elevator entrance.

Ding—

The elevator doors opened, heading upwards.

In the meantime, it occasionally opened and closed, with some company staff coming in and out.

Zhang Feng looked at their neat professional attire and then at his own sportswear.

Seemed somewhat out of place.

Similarly, these upward-going staff were suddenly startled upon entering the elevator and seeing the tall and sturdy Zhang Feng, feeling he was powerful and solid.

But martial artists often come here, so it wasn’t too strange.

However, still several people kept sizing up Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng noticed but didn’t mind.

Only, when the elevator stopped midway and they left, Zhang Feng heard them talking about him.

"Wasn’t that person just now Grandmaster Zhang Feng?"

"That’s him! I also saw the video from another province! Didn’t expect him to come here!"

"He’s definitely here for Vice President Chu..."

Chatting, they walked away from the elevator entrance.

Zhang Feng glanced at their backs, also not expecting he had become so famous.

Ding—

The elevator opened once more, already on the ninth floor.

Zhang Feng bypassed the few inside the elevator and moved forward, "Please make way, thank you."

Exiting the elevator.

Zhang Feng noticed there wasn’t even a reception desk ahead.

But there were posted icons (901—906 Training Room)

(907—912 Testing Room)

(913—915 Tasting Dining Hall)

...

The ninth floor has complete functions, with several rooms at the back, including discussion rooms, data rooms, medical rooms, etc.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng recalled the martial arts halls in the real world.

The Chu Group’s plan is quite mature, worthy of copying.

’Let’s see what else can be copied.’

Zhang Feng’s heart brightened, not needing the young man to lead the way, headed straight to the 901 training room.

Upon arrival.

Peeked inside.

No experts inside, just a few people practicing some martial arts.

Zhang Feng didn’t disturb them, instead stood at the door observing the equipment.

After a few seconds of observation, he went to the testing room, also taking a glance.

But there was nothing essentially worth copying on the equipment.

His real-world test setup was even more comprehensive than theirs, having invested billions in the martial arts hall, like pouring gold into it effectively.

However, their planning didn’t have this ’neatness’.

And those data rooms, discussion rooms here looked quite professional, not available in his martial arts hall.

But Zhang Feng reflected, feeling it’s normal not to have them in reality.

Because upon careful thought, there aren’t Lightweight Skills or Dark Force in reality, why set up such professional discussion rooms for what purpose? For everyone to play escape games?

’Once Dark Force is brought back, and after analyzing the medicine formula, when the real martial arts stands up, all these things need to be arranged.’

Considered Zhang Feng, carefully inspecting around.

And at this moment.

Tap-tap—

Footsteps came from the dining hall ahead.

A middle-aged man with a goatee walked out from the door, smiling broadly and clasping his fists towards Zhang Feng,

"If it weren’t for people in the company seeing you and calling me, I wouldn’t know Grandmaster Zhang was here."

"He is Chu Er Shaoye..." whispered the young man.

"Master Chu." Zhang Feng clasped fists in return and studied his walking steps.

’Baji Fist, Tai Chi have both thoroughly merged into him.’

Zhang Feng instantly recognized his style, consistent with what the young man said on the road,

’This Master Chu is indeed formidable, while distractedly studying food, not only has his physical strength reached Transformation Force, but even techniques have reached the "Intermediate Combat Level" I had in Xiangjiang before entering the realm of innumerable changes.’

Although he has only two aspects reaching intermediate, far fewer than mine.

But I have practiced martial arts from infancy for over thirty years in the infant world, and some intermediate memories are already well-understood, thus can quickly learn other skills through analogy.’

Facing talent, Zhang Feng was full of appreciation, without any jealousy.

On the contrary, Zhang Feng searched for his own shortcomings, wanting to exchange and interact more with talent.

Because Zhang Feng considered talent as a form of knowledge, also learnable.

If whatever talent can do, he himself can do, then he is also one of the talents.

’To improve is to learn, every person I encounter on the road of life is my teacher.’