43: Chapter 43 Where Did They Learn Their Skills?

Chapter 43: Whose Teachings Do You Follow?

In Wenchuan District, on a certain street.

Fang Cheng held a business card in his hand, gazing at a private mansion with a small garden not far away.

This place should belong to a traditional luxury residential area.

Most of the surrounding buildings were two-to-three-story detached Western-style houses, with dense trees lining both sides of the road, creating a very quiet and secluded environment.

He had been standing here, observing that house for a long time.

He saw a gardener trimming holly bushes and a maid hanging out bedsheets and clothes to dry.

He also saw a red sports car drive into the garden, out of which stepped a well-figured young married woman in a white dress.

"It seems like a very normal family..."

Fang Cheng's gaze flickered slightly as he muttered to himself in a low voice.

Previously, when he was working at the Global Elite Combat Club, just as Chen Xiaohai had said, Shen Haoming quickly found him and briefed him on some matters.

It turned out that after the sparring class that day,

Majima Goro had expressed his appreciation for Fang Cheng during a private gathering with the company's big boss, and wanted to invite him over to his house as a guest to improve their relationship.

The next day, the boss called Manager Li, instructing him to handle this matter properly.

Receiving the order, Manager Li then dumped the invitation task onto Shen Haoming's head.

With such a grand setup, it was as if they were afraid someone wouldn't be willing to go as a guest.

If Shen Haoming hadn't mentioned it, Fang Cheng would have almost forgotten about this matter.

He immediately declined, saying that he had already booked four sparring classes today and simply couldn't spare the time.

To be honest, even if he didn't have classes, he didn't want to go and be some troublesome guest.

After all, the other party was a mentally unstable fellow who might go crazy at any time.

Coupled with the language barrier and their unfamiliarity with each other,

just imagining the chicken-talking-to-duck guest-receiving scene made Fang Cheng feel a sense of awkwardness.

Furthermore, unsolicited favors usually hide malicious intentions.

Who knew if this Japanese person was harboring any ill intentions?

However, Shen Haoming earnestly persuaded him, and even brought up the various generous conditions offered by Manager Li.

Such as end-of-month performance bonuses and year-end bonuses.

He even specially approved 5,000 yuan in activity funds for him to use at will.

Between the lines, it was all about properly winning over this big client.

After several rounds of persuasion and entreaties, Fang Cheng found it too annoying to deal with and finally nodded in agreement.

Of course, it definitely wasn't for the sake of that 5,000 yuan Face, but simply out of work duties.

At this moment, Fang Cheng had been observing for ten-odd minutes.

When he saw that young married woman enter the house, he immediately dispelled his doubts.

He then carried a bag of newly bought apples and bananas, and stepped forward.

Visiting someone else's home as a guest, he surely couldn't arrive empty-handed.

He still possessed this bit of courtesy.

After the doorbell was pressed,

very quickly, the maid who was drying clothes trotted over and opened the iron art gate.

Fang Cheng stated his identity.

The maid immediately wore a smile and respectfully welcomed him through the door.

Clearly, the host had already given instructions in advance.

Carrying the fruit, Fang Cheng followed the maid along the cobblestone-paved path toward the main house.

Although it was winter, various brightly colored, unnamable flowers were still planted in the garden.

The layout of the entire mansion appeared well-proportioned and uniquely charming.

As Fang Cheng looked around casually, he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

In the future, when he made money, he would also buy such a detached villa with a garden, hire a few servants, and let his mother enjoy life properly.

Walking through the entrance door, one could see the minimalist-style living room.

There wasn't much furniture placed inside, and all around adopted a multi-sided floor-to-ceiling window design, making it look very spacious.

Majima Goro was sitting by the window. As the sunlight shone in, his bald head was exceptionally shiny and eye-catching.

At this moment, he was talking with an assistant, seemingly giving instructions on certain matters.

Seeing the maid bringing Fang Cheng in, he quickly stood up, squeezing out a slightly stiff smile amidst his fierce-looking flesh.

"Mr. Fang, welcome to my humble home!"

Majima Goro said loudly, strode forward, and extended his right hand toward Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng didn't understand Japanese, but seeing this, he also smiled and reached out his hand.

The two shook hands, exchanged pleasantries, and sat down.

Fang Cheng placed the fruit on the coffee table and sat there without a word.

Majima Goro glanced at his assistant beside him and then said a sentence.

That assistant immediately bowed slightly toward Fang Cheng and translated:

"Mr. Majima says that it is his honor for you to grace him with your presence, and there is no need to bring gifts."

Fang Cheng responded in a gentle tone:

"Just a meager token of my respect, please don't mind it."

Who knew how the assistant actually translated this traditional Xia country polite phrase.

"No mistakes, first release, inside content, check it out one by one!"

Hearing this, the smile on Majima Goro's Face became even more exaggerated.

At this time, the maid brought over ginseng tea.

Fang Cheng politely said thank you, took it, placed it on the coffee table, and didn't drink it.

Majima Goro was exceptionally enthusiastic, and instructed the maid to go to the kitchen and bring out the prepared dim sum.

Fang Cheng quickly waved his hand to politely decline.

Seeing that Majima Goro's demeanor didn't have any of the overbearing arrogance from their first meeting at all, he guessed in his heart that the other party probably had a favor to ask.

Therefore, he turned his head to look at the assistant acting as the interpreter and said straightforwardly:

"Mr. Majima invited me over this time; if there is anything you need help with, just speak directly."

Hearing this, Majima Goro's smile restrained slightly, and his expression began to turn serious.

Under the interpretation of that assistant, he gradually revealed the truth about inviting Fang Cheng to be a guest here:

"Although I am a Dongying person, I have always admired Xia country's traditional martial arts."

"Coming to Dongdu to travel this time is precisely to seek out famous teachers and learn some profound skills, but until now I haven't been able to fulfill this wish."

"Fortunately, when practicing boxing at the club, I met a young talent and peerless genius like Mr. Fang, and couldn't help but greatly admire him."

Speaking of this, Majima Goro's tone paused, his eyes shining brightly as he stared fixedly at Fang Cheng.

"May I boldly ask, whose teachings does Mr. Fang follow?"

When the assistant translated this inquiry, Fang Cheng couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Did he have any teachings to follow?

If he really had to say there were any, it would be the various coaches at the Global Elite Combat Club.

However, saying these words out loud wasn't very appropriate, and probably no one would be willing to believe it either.

Fang Cheng weighed his words and explained:

"I practiced martial arts since I was young, let it lapse for a period during my school days, and only picked it back up in the last two years to exercise my body."

Majima Goro did not continue to probe deeply, seeming to believe his explanation.

Pondering for a moment, he continued to speak.

The assistant also continued to translate:

"Inviting Mr. Fang here this time is simply to have an unrestricted mixed martial arts match with you."

"Please be sure to go all out in combat against Mr. Majima. Mr. Majima will also exert his true strength at that time."

Speaking to this point, Majima Goro took out a checkbook from his bag and picked up a fountain pen.

Swish, swish, swish—he quickly signed a check and pushed it in front of Fang Cheng.

"One hundred thousand yuan."

Looking at the figures displayed on the check, Fang Cheng's pupils shrank slightly.

"This is the reward for the match. If you are injured, Mr. Majima will advance all medical expenses for you, eliminating any future worries."

Fang Cheng hid the look of surprise in his eyes and looked at Majima Goro in puzzlement:

"It's just a sparring match, is it necessary to use this much money?"

As soon as these words came out, the corners of Majima Goro's mouth curled up slightly, and he wore a smile once again.

The assistant also immediately followed up and translated:

"It's not much. Inviting a champion fighter to be a sparring partner has a market price of over fifty thousand yuan per class."

"Mr. Majima believes that you are definitely worth this price!"