In Yunzhou, Xishan Garden Hotel.
A cab slowly drove in.
A skinny figure hopped out of the car.
"You're the highly skilled fighter that Miss Li recommended?" A subordinate who had been waiting outside the hotel entrance looked at the clean faced youth in front of him and raised this question.
He was clearly doubtful.
This man seemed a little too young.
Meanwhile, inside the hotel.
A few men were drinking tea and chatting at the same time.
One of them was middle aged, in a suit and with authoritative looking eyes. This man was the head of the Liang family, Liang Hao-Nan.
An older and stern looking man was sitting across from him.
He was in a long robe and sitting up straight. His eyes were half closed and he looked like he was of high standing.
"Mr Zhou, please have some tea," said Liang Hao-Nan as he filled up Zhou Bo-Tong's cup with tea. His eyes were filled with respect and there was a faint smile on his lips.
"Mr Liang, it's almost night time. Aren't we heading off yet? I don't have a lot of time, you know? After I'm done with your matter, I still have to go back and teach my 3,000 disciples about boxing," said Zhou Bo-Tong in a low voice. His sparse and calm tone made everyone in the room shiver.
"My goodness! 3,000 disciples?! Confucius himself also only had 3,000 during his lifetime. Mr Zhou, you're like Confucius! You're really a great teacher!"
"Mr Liang, looks like we got the right person this time. With Master Zhou in charge, then we'll definitely be able to succeed tonight and get it easily!"
Everyone quickly heaped praises on Zhou
Bo-Tong.
But Liang Hao-Nan asked curiously, "Master Zhou, I remember that your Yongchun Academy isn't much bigger than this restaurant we're in right now. You might be able to fit 300 people inside, but how do you fit 3,000 people inside?"
"In this modern world, we have high speed internet. When did I claim that my lessons were all done in person?” said Zhou Bo-Tong unhappily with a frown.
"Do not use your ignorance to measure my abilities. I, Zhou Bo-Tong, am a martial artist who has been trained in boxing since I was a child and I have already become a master. I broadcast my boxing technique online and I have thousands of fans watching and following me every single day. Saying that I have 3,000 disciples is a conservative estimate. These days, my disciples have probably gone over 100,000 people online!"
"Of course, of course, I have been ignorant. Please forgive me,” Liang Hao-Nan hurriedly apologized when he realized that
Zhou Bo-Tong had gotten a little angry.
After all, Liang Hao-Nan was counting on Zhou Bo-Tong to fight tonight. So he had to give all respect to this man and Liang Hao-Nan couldn't afford to offend him at all.
"In that case, what are we waiting for?
Hurry up and start moving!" said Zhou Bo-Tong in a cold voice.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)