The City of Terror Chapter 558

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

 On the other hand, the security guards were cursing behind his back. They guessed that he was probably some rich person's child and was fed with a golden spoon. They cursed his fate, thinking his reincarnation was unfair.

  As for the security manager, his gaze exceeded that of the staff and security guards. He was an honorable layman disciple and not someone who came from some random martial arts school.

  When he saw Wei Xiao Bei, he understood that this person whom Shi Yong Ping called an important guest was not fake.

  At first glance, the person's seemed very ordinary, but after careful thought, it was as though he was calm like the sea, yet possessing an irresistible power.

  After noticing this, the security manager became a bit weak in the legs.

  When Wei Xiao Bei turned and walked in, he looked at the security manager and sighed as he exclaimed that the Shaolin Temple was truly the holy land of martial arts.

  Even a secular layman disciple was able to reach the level of Negative Jing.

  Wei Xiao Bei knew that the Shaolin Temple did not really have that many monks. Under normal circumstances, they did not exceed a hundred, excluding the monks' layman disciples.

  Among them, there were people from normal households, from rich households, and even some people from the military.

  It was said that some monks even had more than a hundred disciples under them with the least number being 20-30.

  Naturally, young and new monks did not have the power to accept these layman disciples.

 However, even if that was the case, if all the layman disciples were totaled, there would be more than 2000 of them!

  Put simply, it would be impossible for this many disciples to stay in the temple and do nothing since the number of things to learn was unimaginable.

  Another way to say it was that, those layman disciples were like the youths that Wei Xiao Bei had accepted. At most, they were disciples in name only, and what that they learned was incomparable to that which his personal disciples had learned.

  However, it was because of this, that the security manager had reached the level of Negative Jing. This also showed how powerful the Shaolin Temple was as an organization.

  Wei Xiao Bei looked forward to his continued relationship with the Shaolin Temple.

  This was one of the reasons why he stopped there.

  Although Wei Xiao Bei was unwilling to become an instructor, Shi Yong Ping, who was disheartened, did not even have the heart to think about this. Naturally, if the two sides were not proactive, this might not have succeeded.

  However, Wei Xiao Bei wanted to recruit a number of guards from the Shaolin Temple for his security company.

  It must be said that there were innumerable martial arts schools surrounding Mt. Song with the word Shaolin in their names. This number may have been a little exaggerated, but there were more than a hundred of them during the golden ages. Some of them even had fish and dragons mixed together.

  There were some schools that were actually founded by original Shaolin monks and so these temples held similar reputations.

  Some were managed by the layman disciples and were considered listed martial art schools.

  Finally, there were the fakes that were all a facade with no substance.

  Because there were many fakes, the Shaolin-managed martial art schools started to become akin to swindling schools. As a result, the Shaolin Temple cracked down on these fakes, causing many of them to disappear.

  However, martial art schools were a special educational industry that made quite a lot of money. In the end, even if many fakes were closed, it did not stop all of them.

  Of course, Wei Xiao Bei only wanted to recruit people from genuine schools. Naturally, the best would be those from the Shaolin monk managed schools. He was worried that if he chose from those managed by the layman disciples, he might make a mistake in choosing good seedlings.

 After the first employees entered the room, the scene before them was like a warzone, leaving them dumbstruck.

  Even the customer manager who had abundant experience and knowledge could not help but stare with wide eyes and an open mouth.

  The gorgeously decorated walls were covered with tiny white dots. After careful inspection, it was obvious these dots were actually ceramic chips, half embedded into the wall.

  The solid redwood table that was more than 10 centimeters thick had actually been split in half. There was even a deep palm print on it that was more than 5 centimeters deep.

 Faint cracks were visible on the floor.

  These cracks were enough to make people think that an earthquake had just occurred.

  All the vegetable dishes that were carefully prepared by the chef, were all stuck to the ceiling. There was even a piece of tofu inside the 50-inch television screen.

  The fact that the staff was not shrieking was already an indication that they were quite well trained.

  Even the security manager who wanted to befriend Wei Xiao Bei, was totally stunned, his eyes twitching as he gawked.

  His eyesight was pretty good, and he was able to tell that the palm print belonged to Shi Yong Ping. But the problem was that the important guest, Wei Xiaobei, did not have a single drop of soup or piece of ceramic on him.

  Just from the state of the room, it was easy to tell how powerful the move Shi Yong Ping used was.

  “Mr. Wei, the place is in complete disorder, why don't we give you another room?”

  As the security manager, learning the names of those who stayed in the highest class suite was required. Thus it was normal for him to know Wei Xiao Bei's surname.

  “Okay.”

  Wei Xiao Bei nodded his head as he thought that the old monk Shi Yong Ping was a bit too particular, making it impossible for him to rest in bed.

  After changing rooms, the security manager took the initiative to give his business card to Wei Xiao Bei before leaving.

  Wei Xiao Bei truly sought human resources, thus he was not stingy with his own business card.

  The business card was simple. There was only his name and phone number.

  Naturally, Wei Xiao Bei was helpless about this.

  Even if he was the security company's chairman of the board, he could not write that down as he was trying to keep a low profile. On the surface, he did not have and relations with the security company.

 Cheng's Martial Arts Museum? Plus a patron of the museum?

  Wasn't this the tempo of trying to usurp power?

  In truth, due to various reasons and unexpected delays, Wei Xiao Bei had not yet returned to the ancestral land of Bajiquan with his master. As for finishing his apprenticeship, his master had also forgotten about it.

  In the end, he could only advertise his name and phone number on his business card.

  There was no title, no business, there wasn't even a place of employment, and this made him feel that it was not presentable.

  However, when the business card landed in the security manager's hand, he felt different about it this time.

  He must be a big character!

  Thinking about it, only a big character would have such a refined and simple business card.

  Those people who wanted to print hundreds of titles and proclaim that they earned millions, were only nobodies with dummy corporations.

  In short, the security manager's admiration for Wei Xiao Bei increased.

  Although Shi Yong Ping had come to Wei Xiao Bei's room and destroyed the table, he did not forget about Wei Xiao Bei's matter.

  After Wei Xiao Bei changed rooms, he did not even have time to drink water when Shi Yan Zhen came in.

  Wei Xiao Bei did not want to stay there for too long. He was worried about the situation back in Cui Hu City. Thus after seeing Shi Yan Zhen come in, he was quite happy. Shi Yan Zhen immediately drove a car and brought him to leave the hotel.

  Seeing Shi Yan Zhen's skilled driving, Wei Xiao Bei sighed at society's advancement.

  Just 10 years ago, who could have imagined a monk skillfully driving a car.

  It was very important for those martial arts schools to be situated in such close vicinity to Mt. Song.

  Since they were labeled with the word Shaolin, these schools needed to be closer to Mt. Song, otherwise, even orthodox schools might be treated as fakes.

  Just like that, the first martial arts school quickly appeared in Wei Xiao Bei's view.

  On the school, there was a golden horizontal tablet hung over the wall 'Shaolin Ethical Training School.”

  “Oh, this name ain't bad. Martial ethics are important.”

  Seeing the tablet, Wei Xiao Bei smiled.

  After having a contest to climb the precipe before, Shi Yan Zhen's admiration for Wei Xiao Bei had reached the point of him wanting to prostrate before him. Additionally, many of his disciple brothers were exclaiming in admiration for him, causing Shi Yan Zhen to look at him on the same level as the senior monks.

  Hearing Wei Xiao Bei praise the name, Shi Yan Zhen felt glorious. Thus, he could not help but smile after parking the car, “This ethical school hired brother Yan Wu to be an instructor. In the previous nationwide young martial artists competition, two people were able to become champions and they even won the group championship!”

  Wei Xiao Bei nodded his head and got out of the car, following behind Shi Yan Zhen as he entered the school.

  Wei Xiao Bei had some understanding of the nationwide young martial artists' competition from the students of the Cheng Clan Dojo who wanted to participate in it.

  The competition was separated into individual and group matches. It was then further divided into the sequence of movements in martial arts.

  In terms of performance exhibitions alone, which were judged based on appearance, there were 87 types of sequences.

  As for actual combat, they were only divided into sword, spear, saber, staff, and barehands.

  Thus, there were 94 champions in one competition. There were 92 individual champions, but there were two group champions, one for performance exhibition and one for actual battle.

  From the division of the competition, it was easy to tell how much Chinese martial arts had declined.

  From Wei Xiao Bei's point of view, the performance competition was only attractive in appearance but had no substance. There were 87 of them while there were only 5 actual battles. This proportion was beyond reasonable.

  On the other hand, the ethical school was actually able to obtain two battle champions. This represented two-fifths of the actual battles. This was not a simple feat. Moreover, they had even obtained the actual battle group champion as well.

  It must be known that group competition required the power of the entire team. Every single person had to contribute to the total points, allowing them to become the champions after the tally.

  Of course, Wei Xiao Bei also knew that this was a youth-only competition where the competitors were below 18 years of age.

  Many sects and ancient martial art families did not participate for various reasons, so as a result, the nationwide youth competition had less powerful opponents.

  However, in any case, being able to obtain three champions in a national level competition was already proof of the school's strength.

  Of course, this school had also triggered a thought in Wei Xiao Bei's mind.

  Should I open up the Cheng Clan Dojo again?

  Even if my senior brothers are not here to help, my two disciples and I should be enough.

Chapter end