NIP Chapter 125 Foshan, Ancient Temple Amidst a Sea of Clouds
Chapter 125 Foshan, Ancient Temple Amidst a Sea of Clouds
"Mr. Qian, would you be willing to become the chairman of this foundation?"
Ma Cong looked at Qian Zhenhua and extended an olive branch that he had never expected.
Qian Zhenhua was completely stunned.
He never expected that instead of offering money, he would be "recruited" by Ma Cong.
Moreover, this position sounds much more meaningful and important than simply being a financial backer.
Looking into Ma Cong's clear yet deep eyes, he felt his heart pounding.
He knew he had met someone who was truly capable of great things.
And now, this person is inviting him to board the ship together.
"I...I do!"
Qian Zhenhua blurted it out almost without thinking, his voice trembling with excitement.
"I do! Leader Ma!"
Qian Zhenhua's arrival was like a shot in the arm, exciting everyone in the room.
If Ma Cong's previous rejection of Li Jianguo demonstrated the alliance's "backbone," then Ma Cong's current method of "winning over" Qian Zhenhua demonstrates the alliance's "wisdom."
I won't take your money, but I'll use your people.
It not only solved the most troublesome financial management problem, but also avoided the risk of being controlled by capital, and provided a platform for someone like Qian Zhenhua, who sincerely wanted to contribute to Chinese martial arts, to truly shine.
A stroke of genius that achieves three goals at once.
Wang Benlei stared at Ma Cong, his mouth agape for a long time before finally spitting out, "Kid, what's wrong with your brain? I, Wang Benlei, have lived for over sixty years and have rarely admired anyone, but today I'm completely convinced by you!"
Sun Changqing stroked his beard, a satisfied smile on his face.
He now increasingly felt that betting on Ma Cong was the best decision he had ever made. This young man not only possessed extraordinary martial prowess, but also a visionary mind and skillful tactics.
The future of Chinese martial arts is in his hands; there's no doubt about it.
Qian Zhenhua was overwhelmed with excitement. He gripped Ma Cong's hand tightly and said incoherently, "Alliance Leader Ma, rest assured! I, Qian Zhenhua, will certainly live up to your trust! I will manage this foundation thoroughly and transparently! Starting tomorrow, I will hand over all the company's business to my deputy and devote myself wholeheartedly to the work of the alliance!"
"Chairman Qian, there's no need to rush." Ma Cong patted his hand with a smile. "The establishment of the foundation still requires some legal procedures. You can use this time to help with the handover of your company. In addition, you can start looking for some professional financial and legal talents. From the very beginning, our foundation will follow the most formal and professional path."
"Understood! Understood! I'll get back and do it!" Qian Zhenhua nodded repeatedly, like a soldier who had received a military order.
Once the issues of money and who manages it are resolved, the rest becomes straightforward.
Early the next morning, Ding Hao, carrying the funds given to him by Ma Cong, excitedly boarded a plane back to Foshan. His mission was to conduct an on-site survey of the "Yunhai Temple" to prepare for the alliance's base location.
Qian Zhenhua also swiftly began contacting his team of lawyers and accountants to prepare for the registration of the "National Martial Arts Development Foundation." He even started drafting a fundraising plan to launch the first round of fundraising among his business associates who shared a passion for traditional Chinese martial arts.
Ma Cong, along with several other grandmasters including Sun Changqing and Wang Benlei, began another important task in the hotel's conference room—to draft the preliminary charter and certification standards for the National Martial Arts Alliance.
This is a massive and complex project.
"I think our certification shouldn't just focus on 'fighting prowess'," Sun Changqing said, scribbling on a piece of white paper. "Martial ethics must come first! No matter how skilled a martial artist is, if their heart is corrupt, they pose a greater threat to society! Someone like Lei Lei absolutely cannot be allowed to infiltrate our ranks!"
"That's right!" Wang Benlei slammed his hand on the table. "To join the alliance, there must be a three-month observation period! During this time, we will send people to investigate their character! Anyone with a history of betraying their master or committing other misdeeds will not be accepted!"
"Furthermore, sectarianism must be eliminated!" Grandmaster Li Changfeng of Tongbei Quan added. "Once we join the alliance, we are all one family. We can no longer have that 'I don't share my boxing techniques' nonsense. Of course, this doesn't mean everyone should hand over their best techniques for free, but at least the basic training methods and boxing principles should be made public so that everyone can exchange ideas, learn from each other, and improve together."
"Yes! We can implement a contribution points system!" Ma Cong suggested at the opportune moment. "If you contribute a valuable boxing manual or training experience to the Alliance's 'National Martial Arts Database,' and it is evaluated by our expert team, you will receive corresponding points. These points can be used to redeem access to information on other martial arts schools, as well as to exchange for resources such as elixirs and training guidance provided by the Alliance."
"Pills?" Wang Benlei's eyes lit up.
Ma Cong smiled. The system not only contained martial arts techniques, but also corresponding elixirs and formulas. For example, there was "Tiger Bone Plaster" to strengthen muscles and bones, "Blood-Healing Pill" to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, and even "Breakthrough Pill" to help break through bottlenecks. These things were priceless treasures for martial artists.
When he shared this idea, the breathing of the senior masters present became heavy.
They've practiced martial arts their whole lives; who among them doesn't have some hidden injuries? If such a miraculous elixir truly existed, it would be an incredible blessing for these old folks.
More importantly, this "contribution points system" perfectly resolves the contradiction between "breaking down sectarian barriers" and "protecting sect interests".
You want to learn from others' good things? Sure, exchange your own for them.
In this way, only those sects with truly valuable skills will be willing to bring out their most treasured secrets. Those who are merely pretending will naturally be eliminated.
Over the course of the morning, everyone brainstormed, and a grand blueprint for the future development of the National Martial Arts Alliance was gradually sketched out on this small conference table.
……
three days later.
Foshan, Xiqiao Mountain.
Ding Hao stood before a dilapidated mountain gate, gazing at the ancient temple nestled among lush trees, his heart filled with awe.
This is Yunhai Temple.
Although it is now in ruins and the Buddha statues are covered in dust, its former glory can still be seen from its vast scale and magnificent layout built against the mountain.
Behind the mountain gate is a long stone staircase. At the end of the staircase is a huge platform plaza, paved with bluestone slabs. Although weeds grow in the gaps, it is still flat and open. Standing here, the view is excellent, overlooking the reservoir below and the city skyline in the distance.
Directly opposite the plaza stands the main hall, now stripped of its roof, consisting only of a few massive stone pillars and crumbling walls. On either side of the main hall are rows of relatively well-preserved side courtyards, layered upon each other, extending all the way to the back mountain.
"It's...too perfect..."
Ding Hao muttered to himself, his camera already taking over a hundred photos.
Everything here exceeded his expectations. Not only were all of Ma Cong's requests met here, but they were even exceeded.
This is simply a blessed land tailor-made by heaven for the Chinese martial arts alliance!