I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 28 Eight Extremes

Five days later

The preliminary preparations at the martial arts academy are almost complete.

In fact, the belongings that needed to be placed inside the museum had been arranged properly three days ago.

However, at the beginning of the school's opening, Song Sheng had been trying to bring in more skilled masters.

Otherwise, having only Ip Man would be too few.

Song Sheng's primary goal was naturally the boxing ring, and he set his sights on three of the boxers.

Deng Changjiang of Cai Li Fo Quan, Cheng Beiwang of Tan Tui, and Wu Jiuge of Bajiquan.

All three of them have a high level of kung fu skills, especially Wu Jiuge of Bajiquan. Although he is only in his thirties, he has already mastered the six opening moves and eight major moves of Bajiquan to a very high level.

Song Sheng also witnessed a weapons duel between the two sides, and the six-fold spear was quite formidable.

Next is Cheng Beiwang, who uses the Tan Tui style. He is slightly lacking in weaponry, but his leg techniques are fast and ruthless, making him exceptionally outstanding.

The last one is Deng Changjiang, a practitioner of Cai Li Fo Kung Fu. His Cai Li Fo Kung Fu skills are also quite high, but he is a bit older, approaching forty. However, he has a wealth of experience in martial arts and is worth recruiting.

However, recruiting the three of them is not as simple as it was for Ip Man.

Ip Man was forced by life's circumstances, and he also agreed with Song Sheng's ideas on promoting Chinese martial arts. So, their contact was a natural progression.

These three were all incredibly arrogant.

He was a regular in top-level boxing matches, not short of money, and didn't have any lofty ideals. So he naturally ignored Song Sheng's attempt to recruit people under the guise of promoting Chinese martial arts.

Song Sheng didn't have any good ideas, so he could only deal with them one by one.

Let's start with the most difficult one!

evening

Yihai Building's top-of-the-line boxing arena

Amidst the intense commotion in the audience, Wu Jiuge flew backwards, skimming the ground. Just as he coughed up a mouthful of blood, a brand-new, gleaming horse-slaying sword flashed down behind him.

The cold, sharp light was aimed straight at him, but at the last moment it stopped just outside his neck!

Wu Jiuge's face turned pale as she stared intently at the person standing in front of her, gritting her teeth and growling, "You surnamed Song, are you ever going to stop? You've beaten me three times in five days?! What exactly do you want?!"

Song Sheng sheathed his sword: "Master Wu, my martial arts school is short of a master, what do you think?"

That’s it again!

Wu Jiuge's face darkened: "I've said it before, I'm not interested in teaching martial arts!"

Song Sheng smiled casually: "Alright, then I'll keep beating you until you're interested."

"Are you sick? If you're so capable, why don't you teach them yourself?!"

"I'm not interested in teaching people martial arts."

"..." Upon hearing this, Wu Jiuge was so angry that her liver hurt.

If he weren't truly unable to defeat this guy, he would definitely have stabbed him to death with the Six Harmonies Spear.

"See you next time, Master Wu. I'm off now."

"etc!"

"I want to know, out of all those guys in the boxing ring who's good at punching and kicking, why are you specifically targeting me!"

"Because of fate."

"..." Screw your fate, are you kidding me?

"Of course, another point is that Master Wu's Bajiquan is indeed beautiful."

"Hey! Let's find a place to chat after the show."

"Okay." It seems like this time there's finally some hope. Apparently, a compliment works so well.

Not long after Song Sheng stepped down, Tiger came over and said, "Song Sheng, for Sister Pei's sake, we'll let it go this time, but you can't do this again."

"Um?"

"You're breaking the rules here by focusing on betting on the same person. It's one thing for the gamblers to blindly follow you, but their financial backers will also have something to say about it."

"Sorry, Tiger, it was my fault. This is the last time."

"Alright, I was just reminding you. Oh, by the way, Sister Pei is looking for you."

Song Sheng walked into room number one

Queen Pei, who had been waiting for some time, placed a document on the coffee table and looked up: "Did you do the Sasaki thing?"

"What?"

"--It's nothing."

Queen Pei took out a thick paper bag from under the coffee table: "There is 50,000 yuan here. Zhou Heting asked me to give it to you as a small token of his apology."

"Zhou Heting? Who is that?"

"..." Queen Pei raised her eyelids slightly: "The sugar daddy behind Hansen."

"Hansen?"

"Um."

"Excuse me, Sister Pei, if I may ask, who is Hansen?"

"Um?

Do your opponents in the boxing ring never pay attention to your identity?

"I will naturally take care of what interests me."

For example, Wu Jiuge has already received kind attention from Song Sheng three times.

As for the others who aren't interested, either they weren't taken seriously, or they were killed by him; why should they care?

Queen Pei remained silent for a few seconds before exhaling: "Hansen is the one whose neck you broke in the boxing ring."

"Oh, it's him."

"This 50,000 yuan is a gift from Hansen's benefactor, Zhou Heting, to you." Queen Pei only found out the reason when Zhou Heting came to her door.

The matter is not complicated; it simply means that Song Sheng has effectively destroyed Zhou Heting's biggest trump card.

Enraged, he spent some money to contact Sasaki, who had clashed with Song Sheng, intending to teach him a lesson through Sasaki.

Shortly afterward, Sasaki and his group of employees disappeared without a trace.

I only heard that a large amount of bloodstains were found in a certain alley.

In the days that followed, Zhou Heting felt uneasy, especially when he saw Song Sheng taking to the stage as usual, as if nothing had happened. The feeling in Zhou Heting became even stronger.

In the end, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and send the money through someone to settle the score.

Song Sheng picked up the thick stack of paper bags.

Wow, 50,000 yuan! That's quite a generous amount.

At that time, 50,000 yuan was no joke.

Keep in mind that an average worker's monthly salary is only a few dozen yuan. Based on that salary, 50,000 yuan would be enough for them to earn for a hundred or two hundred years without eating or drinking.

Even in top-level boxing, one would need to fight fifty consecutive matches, assuming no injury.

But in fifty unregulated underground boxing matches, no one can guarantee they'll remain unscathed.

Song Sheng accepted it without hesitation: "Young Master Zhou is very generous. I will definitely thank you properly when I have the chance to meet you."

You won't be able to see him for the time being.

"Um?"

"He went abroad to study."

"..." Goodness, that's so cunning, he's got some talent.

"I'm starting to wonder, what exactly did you do?"

"Me? I'm a good person."

"Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too." Queen Pei paused, then asked, "By the way, do you have a grudge against Master Wu of Bajiquan?"

"no."

"Then why are you still doing this to him?"

"I'm being blunt, Sister Pei, please don't take it personally."

"explain."

"I opened a martial arts school in Yau Tsim Mong and wanted to hire some skilled masters to teach martial arts. Master Wu would be a good fit, but he doesn't seem too keen on it."

"Isn't this considered stealing my boyfriend right in front of me?"

"I don't think so. It's just teaching boxing. It doesn't affect their ability to make money here with Sister Pei."

"Alright, as long as you don't break my rules again."

"I understand, thank you, Sister Pei."