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Chapter 97 - 92 I’ll Take It

Chapter 97: Chapter 92 I’ll Take It

The next day, Wu Li briefly talked to Liu Yuanbo about the matter before he and Hong Wenbo took a flight to Capital City.

Actually, Yuan Bo wanted to go with Wu Li to experience the competition, and with his status, he was indeed qualified to watch, but he had to reluctantly give up the idea because he was busy with the opening of the Martial Arts Hall.

On March 8, Wu Li and Hong Wenbo arrived in Capital City and went directly to the Fenglin Group building.

The building was located in the city center. Upon reaching the building, Wu Li looked up and saw it was about 30 floors high. Owning such a building in the expensive Capital City spoke volumes of Fenglin Group’s strength.

When the two entered the lobby, a man in a black suit approached them.

"Old Hong!" The man waved at Hong Wenbo.

Hong Wenbo greeted him with a smile, "Old Sun!"

"Wu Li, this is Mr. Sun Zheng from Fenglin Group; Old Sun, this is Wu Li I mentioned to you," introduced Hong Wenbo.

"Hello, hello!" Sun Zheng extended his hand enthusiastically.

Wu Li shook his hand, "Nice to meet you, Manager Sun."

"Come, let’s talk while walking."

Sun Zheng led them to an elevator and directly pressed for the highest floor, the 32nd.

"Old Sun, how are things?" asked Hong Wenbo.

Sun Zheng sighed, "Not good. It’s too difficult to find the right person in such a short time. Today, the chairman scolded the entire security department for it."

Hong Wenbo was surprised, "Chairman Chen is back?"

Sun Zheng nodded, "Yes, he came back from New Country just for this."

"And Zhao Lixin?"

"Zhao Lixin couldn’t leave easily; he’s still over there."

Wu Li quietly listened as the two chatted. During the journey, Hong Wenbo had briefly mentioned to him that the competitors for this match would only be confirmed at the last moment before the match. Although everyone knew that Zhao Lixin of Fenglin Group and Basong of Yu Group from New Country were the best fighters, nothing was certain until the competition began.

Therefore, at the beginning of the month, Chairman Chen Zhengyang took a team to New Country to book a venue for a pre-match training session. Included in the team were Zhao Lixin and others, with the goal of keeping their strategies disguised. Regardless of its effectiveness, the necessary actions were taken.

Only a few knew about Zhao Lixin’s injury, which was considered a secret within the corporate group. Now, Chen Zhengyang was simultaneously having Zhao Lixin and others continue the feint in New Country while he hurried back to select experts within the country.

Turns out Hong Wenbo was quite thoughtful toward Wu Li, telling him the truth. The people who were participating in the internal selection for Fenglin Group were not aware of the full details but knew they were facing a highly risky match, with substantial rewards for winning.

"Old Sun, since the chairman is back, take me to see Chairman Chen," Hong Wenbo suddenly said.

Sun Zheng seemed surprised, "Are you sure?"

Hong Wenbo chuckled, "I’ve brought the man; what’s there to hesitate?"

Sun Zheng glanced at Wu Li beside him, nodded, and said, "Okay."

Soon, the three reached the 32nd floor, and Sun Zheng directly led Hong Wenbo and Wu Li to the chairman’s office.

The office door was open, and inside sat just one man, deep in thought on the sofa.

Wu Li observed him; he had a commanding square face exuding an intimidating presence as he sat there, making him unapproachable.

"Chairman," Sun Zheng knocked on the door and cautiously called out.

Chen Zhengyang turned his head; his eyes slightly grim, but upon seeing Hong Wenbo, his expression softened, and he stood up with a smile, "Old Hong is here; come in and have a seat."

Hong Wenbo approached Chen Zhengyang with more formality, quickly forwarding to shake hands, "Chairman Chen."

"And this is?" Chen Zhengyang looked at Wu Li.

Hong Wenbo gestured at Wu Li, "Chairman Chen, let me introduce him. He is an expert in Xingyi Fist, Wu Li. He’s the one who, a while ago, faced over twenty knife-wielding thugs by himself and then counterattacked, severely injuring four of them."

Hearing the words "Xingyi Fist expert," Chen Zhengyang’s eyes brightened. Because of Zhao Lixin, he held a high regard for masters trained in Traditional Martial Arts.

Chen Zhengyang extended his hand to Wu Li, "So, it’s the young Wu I’ve read about and whose video I’ve seen—a real hero despite his youth!"

"You flatter me, Chairman Chen," replied Wu Li, holding his hand with neither servility nor overbearance.

"Manager Sun, have the secretary brew some tea with my Dragon Well," ordered Chen Zhengyang.

"Right away," Sun Zheng nodded and went out to summon someone.

"Come, have a seat," Chen Zhengyang invited Wu Li and Hong Wenbo to sit.

"Old Hong, it’s been a while since you last came here. Lixin often mentions you."

"Haha, mainly due to being busy with official matters."

...

Wu Li sat quietly, watching the two chat casually. He couldn’t help but admire Chen Zhengyang, who one moment was gloomy and anxious but could next settle down to have a pleasant conversation without betraying his inner turmoil. A testament to the tenacity of the founder of Fenglin Group.

When the secretary had brewed the tea and they each savored it, Chen Zhengyang finally began discussing the main topic.

"Old Hong, is this young friend Wu the candidate you’ve recommended?"

Hong Wenbo straightened up, "Yes, I am recommending him to participate in the upcoming match."

Chen Zhengyang nodded, "I trust your judgment. I have seen the video of young friend Wu’s skills online, and I must agree he is quite impressive."

Then he looked at Wu Li, "Young friend Wu, do you have a clear understanding of the competition?"

Wu Li nodded, "I know the règles, and I also have a general understanding of the opponents."