CHAPTER 180: CHAPTER 95 ++ TIME (5.8)_2

"According to the direction you mentioned, if it’s really promoted widely, reaching the whole nation practicing martial arts,

then medicinal herbs will definitely be in short supply."

"Exactly." Zhang Feng looked at the herbs in his hand. "Anyway, we’ll first purchase a batch now, just enough for our own training."

"They’ve already been purchased," Master Wang replied. "Calculating the quantity, plus the failure rate provided by Dr. Wu, we should be able to make about 2000 doses.

At the rate of one person per ten days, it’ll last more than half a year."

"Keeping three months’ worth is fine." Zhang Feng concluded, "The excess can be sent to some sects, like Xingyi and Wudang, and also prepare a copy of the Cultivation Technique for them."

"Is it like... planting branches?" Master Wang speculated. "Having them establish their own martial arts schools?"

"Yes, not just passing the medicinal recipe, but also the Cultivation Technique." Zhang Feng looked at the building ahead. "It’s like this building.

Building it alone might take several years, even decades.

This is akin to the two of us teaching martial arts; no matter how dedicated, our energy is limited. We might teach hundreds or thousands of students, but there’s no guarantee we’ll find a prodigy among them.

But if these things spread out, maybe some prodigies will emerge on their own.

By then, we can try to invite them over for some data testing.

Our ultimate goal is martial arts powered by big data.

As long as the endpoint is not deviant, all paths leading to it, no matter how winding, are correct."

...

Forty minutes later.

At the gym owner’s home.

"Ugh~"

In the bathroom, the gym owner was vomiting, while Master Wang was patting his back and occasionally feeding him some of Zhang Feng’s medicinal soup.

Meanwhile.

In a hall with a normal decor,

Zhang Feng was examining a Miao knife on the table.

The blade was four feet one; the handle, one foot two inches, moderately thick, made of composite metal. Under the incandescent lamp, it glimmered with a cold and sharp light, very eye-catching.

’Not bad.’

Zhang Feng wanted to pick it up and swing it a few times, but it was his first time at his friend’s house, so he had to ask for permission.

At the very least, if Zhang Feng owned a knife, he wouldn’t like others picking it up and swinging it around without his consent.

Switching perspectives, Zhang Feng felt the gym owner probably wouldn’t like that either.

Click-clack—

About half a minute later, the gym owner, looking refreshed after throwing up, came out of the bathroom.

With a thought in mind, Zhang Feng said to the gym owner, "This knife is nice."

"I was just about to find a time to give it to Master Zhang!" the gym owner said without hesitation. "I ordered the knife a while ago; it only arrived yesterday, but since Master Zhang was organizing martial arts manuals with Master Wang these past few days, I didn’t dare to disturb you."

"Thank you." Zhang Feng had nothing else to say, so he didn’t refuse. He directly picked up the knife and swung it a couple of times.

"Does it feel right?" the gym owner asked, noticing it seemed like Master Zhang was in a good mood?

Was it because of the knife gift?

If so, then he’d need to give more gifts in the future, like a set with sword, spear, and staff.

"It’s definitely light." Master Wang saw Zhang Feng playing with the long knife as if it were a leaf, and knew the knife was too light.

"That’s an understatement, the knife is just right." Zhang Feng, facing his two friends, sincerely smiled and said, "The truth is, it’s indeed light, but it looks nice, and that’s what matters.

If there’s really a fight, it’s not certain this knife will be at my side, more about adaptability.

After all, it’s not like you can always carry a knife while going out."

"Haha..." The gym owner laughed and invited Zhang Feng to take a seat.

"I’ll go make tea." Master Wang often came to the gym owner’s home, so he was well-acquainted with the place.

"How many people do we have now?" Zhang Feng put down the knife and got straight to the point, "Just talking about those CEOs."

"Twelve people, they are..." The gym owner listed their names one by one, and concluded, "With the influence these people have, if they agree, they could establish martial arts schools in about two or three provinces."

"That’s about enough." Zhang Feng nodded, accepting the tea from Master Wang. "Using a few provinces as a pillar to spread influence, the foundation for this expansion is sufficient."

"I can contact another six people," the gym owner said, taking out his phone. "But you mean... not to recruit more? Should we not reach out to these few just yet?"

"As I said, having a solid foundation is enough." Zhang Feng shook his head. "There’s no need to waste more time gathering more people.

Because striving for perfection doesn’t really serve any purpose.

Our fundamental aim is to influence, which in turn will attract more people, as I mentioned to Master Wang before."

"Indeed! Master Zhang mentioned that..." Master Wang sat next to the gym owner and briefly recounted what Zhang Feng had said.

The gym owner listened, somewhat baffled, not expecting Master Zhang’s vision was to spread across the world!

Although he always knew this era-defining extraordinary trend was unstoppable.

Now that it was about to ’spread,’ the anticipation before this impending storm made him very excited.

"These twelve people you found, what are their conditions?"

Zhang Feng was straightforward, asking directly, "They’re all friends, so there’s no need for polite words, just tell me directly, what did they say when you invited them to the gathering."

"Well..." The gym owner hesitated for a few seconds, then bluntly said, "They want to meet you, to talk face-to-face with you.

I guess they want, like President Xu and others, to ask you for ’good health unprecedentedly rare.’"

The gym owner said this, feeling a bit speechless too, "They believe you’re a miracle doctor because President Xu and others promoted you.

As for the martial arts practice, and our medicinal recipe and Cultivation Technique, honestly, they aren’t very convinced.

Because frankly speaking, if I heard someone could use internal energy to shatter bricks... Master Zhang, how would that sound to you? Does it seem believable?"

"At first glance, it doesn’t seem scientific, only a madman would invest; this is quite normal." Zhang Feng didn’t deny it, "So when have you scheduled to meet them, what time?"