Chapter 109: Chapter 103 Contract 2 Chapter 109: Chapter 103 Contract 2 As the two had just entered the building and pushed through the glass doors, they saw Chen Chen walking out of the elevator with her glasses on and dressed in professional attire, a skirt suit. Trailing behind her were two young girls that, from their attire, appeared to be college students. Although they were also dressed in form-fitting skirt suits, a faint youthfulness clung to them, not fully dissipated. They were far from possessing Chen Chen’s natural poise.

Lin Fei did not greet her, and they simply nodded to each other in passing before moving on. Lin Fei, with Jiang Nan in tow, stepped into the elevator, and his pocket vibrated with the buzz of his cell phone immediately. He knew for certain it was a message from Chen Chen. She had come specifically two days ago to report that recruitment was to begin. Aside from regular employees, the newly established company also needed a general manager who was well-versed in Lin Fei and Chen Chen’s methods, and this candidate had to be selected from within the club, to facilitate communication between the two regions. After all, Chen Chen’s own capacity was limited, and she was completely unable to handle many aspects of running a company on her own. Hiring another general manager to oversee operations was a natural decision.

When the elevator reached the second floor, Lin Fei gently removed the Longsword Ring that was slung over his shoulder. Jiang Nan, curious and a bit nervous, watched the ring in his hand—the black scabbard was covered in various antique patterns and looked quite valuable.

“Ding!” The elevator doors slowly opened. What came into sight was a black marble wall, with the three white characters for “Swordsmanship Club” neatly aligned across from the elevator. The tidy regular script gave a sense of precision and grimness, rather striking to the eye.

The hallway was somewhat quiet, with no one around. The Swordsmanship Club was an institution Lin Fei had funded directly for his own use. Ostensibly, it recruited learners enthusiastic about swordsmanship and profited from tuition and additional merchandise sales, but in reality, it was sustained by ample funds from within the club. It cared not for profitability.

The floor was also smooth black marble, surrounded by snow-white tiles. So far, there were only a few members in the entire Swordsmanship Club—Lin Fei himself, Xiao Ling, three administrative staff, and a manager transferred from within the club, specifically in charge of the nitty-gritty of the initial operation, procedures, equipment, etc. As for the other floors, everything was taken care of by the club’s personnel in terms of renovation.

After the renovation, Lin Fei began to practice swordsmanship here. The place was very quiet with very few people. Each Sword Practice Room was fitted with thick soundproof panels, offering excellent acoustic insulation. The rooms were made similar to dance studios; one side of the walls was a single large mirror, allowing the Swordsmen to correct their postures at any moment. There was also a reading room set up with all kinds of materials about swords, including maintenance knowledge. Lin Fei took Jiang Nan straight to the manager to draft a contract, and then sent Jiang Nan off to the reading room to study maintenance knowledge, informing her that someone would come to assess her skills soon.

“Why are there so few people here?” Jiang Nan asked, before Lin Fei left.

“This place has been recently renovated; the original people haven’t moved over yet,” Lin Fei said with a smile. “Settle down here, read and learn. Take advantage of the winter break while you have time; once school starts again, it will be very tiring. I’m going to practice swordsmanship now, in the Sword Room next to you. If you need anything, you can come and get me. We’ll go back together later.”

“Oh.” Jiang Nan, still just a high schooler and unfamiliar with society, was a bit confused about the situation but obediently agreed.

Lin Fei gently closed the door of the reading room and hung a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on it before turning to head towards the Sword Room on the left and opening the door.

Inside, a middle-aged man with flecks of grey in his hair stood silently in the center of the Sword Room, clad in a somewhat worn grey suit that was nevertheless tidy and clean. His hands gripped a curved longsword that resembled a Japanese Sword.

“Thank you for waiting,” Lin Fei said to the middle-aged man with a smile.

“I haven’t been waiting long, really,” the middle-aged man said somewhat nervously, ceasing his previous motions and sheathing his longsword.

“Since you’re referred by Master Fei, I’m certain you’re no mere showman. I hear you wield a Two-Handed Sword?” Lin Fei’s gaze shifted to the man’s longsword that looked like a Japanese Sword.

“It’s the family’s Two-Handed Sword Technique; I’ve been practicing it since I was young,” the man said in a low voice.

“Then, might you spar with me for a few moves?” Lin Fei’s expression became solemn, shifting the ring to his left hand while his right took hold of the sword hilt.

The man’s face changed as if recalling something; the grip on his longsword suddenly tightened, and the look in his eyes became sharp as he focused on Lin Fei. But after a moment, he relaxed. “Never mind that, I might hurt you…”

“That’s alright,” Lin Fei whispered calmly, “I, too, practice swordsmanship. Please teach me.”

The middle-aged man’s gaze faltered for a moment before solidifying.

“Please instruct!”

Without drawing his sword, Lin Fei quietly closed the door behind him.

“Sss…” The middle-aged man drew his sword with a faint hissing sound. Once the sword was drawn, he seemed to transform, his Essence Qi and demeanor significantly elevated compared to before.

“Be careful, my swordsmanship carries a powerful momentum.”

Lin Fei nodded slightly, similarly drawing his sword slowly. Although he could have drawn it instantly, this was a sign of respect for the opponent — a sort of etiquette.

True to form, upon seeing him draw his sword in a similar manner, the middle-aged man’s eyes lit up, knowing he had encountered someone knowledgeable.

“I’ve heard from Master Fei about your Dragon-Intent Swordsmanship, Master Yuan Yonglong—its imposing nature is formidable! May I have the honor to witness it?”

Yuan Yonglong, perhaps having not received such recognition for a long time, found his eyes welling up with tears at merely a few words.

“I’m embarrassed,” he closed his eyes in a bashful gesture.

“Watch closely!” Yuan Yonglong suddenly emitted a serious aura, which made the entire Sword Room feel oppressively heavy.

Lin Fei only took one glance, and his expression became serious. Although the pressure wasn’t as intense as that brought on by force, the mere fact that it was produced solely by his aura was undoubtedly astonishing. Initially, he had simply mentioned this to Mr. Fei, meaning he was planning to open a specialized swordsmanship training class and asked him to find a master with decent Cultivation Level to teach. He didn’t expect Mr. Fei to actually find a true expert.

Yuan Yonglong’s expression was solemn as he gripped the hilt with both hands, his longsword horizontal across his chest. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.

Roar!

Whoosh! The longsword thrust diagonally forward, its tip nearly teleporting from one point to another in an instant.

A strong gust of wind rolled through the air, and a faint white Essence Qi surged from the tip of his sword.

In the Sword Room, it was indistinguishable whether the sound was from the blade cutting the air or Yuan Yonglong’s low roar, resembling a true dragon’s roar, resonating to the core of one’s being.

Lin Fei’s ears were still buzzing even after Yuan Yonglong had sheathed his sword. It was evident that Yuan Yonglong had revealed his most profound techniques.

“Impressive!! Master Yuan, that move must be a secret technique, right? It was marvelous!” Originally, Lin Fei had slightly underestimated Yuan Yonglong, but after witnessing this move, he simulated a defense against it in his mind; even he’d likely be startled by the sound. He hadn’t expected the combination of the sword and airflow friction and a person’s roar to really have a shocking, beast-like impact. If one were caught by surprise by such a move, likely no one could withstand it.

“It seems traditional swordsmanship shouldn’t be underestimated.” Lin Fei acknowledged that apart from resisting head-on, his only option would be to use a speed far surpassing Yuan’s to dodge. Otherwise, facing this move, his mind and spirit would be greatly shaken, leading to huge flaws in a moment of distraction.

“This move is one of the secret techniques of Dragon-Intent Swordsmanship,” Yuan Yonglong himself broke into a sweat on his forehead after just that one move. Seeing Lin Fei’s admiration, a hint of pride showed on his face. “I’ve practiced swordsmanship for nearly twenty years to achieve this result. I wonder if it’s enough for the position of an instructor at the Swordsmanship Club?” He coveted this job, thinking of the living expenses and tuition fees of his two children back home; his desire for this position grew even stronger.

“More than enough.” Lin Fei put away the look of surprise on his face, “Starting today, as long as you don’t leave the Swordsmanship Club, you will be the Chief Instructor here! How about a monthly salary of eight thousand? In addition, if there’s a time you need to fend off challengers, a bonus of ten thousand for each appearance. If you’re satisfied with that, you can go to the administration to sign the contract.”

Yuan Yonglong couldn’t help but show a trace of joy on his face. “Satisfied, very satisfied!! It’s way beyond my expectations! Can I go sign the contract right now?”

Lin Fei nodded: “Of course! Actually, I am also a swordsmanship enthusiast; may I ask you to guide me on these techniques? I am very curious about your family’s Dragon-Intent Swordsmanship.” Although they had not sparred in the end, Yuan Yonglong deliberately avoided it, afraid of injuring him.

Yuan Yonglong paused, hesitating for a moment. “I can provide guidance, but this swordsmanship requires a very long time to train…”

“No problem,” Lin Fei said with a smile, “I have confidence!”

Yuan Yonglong, having practiced for decades to see any results, naturally regarded Lin Fei as the scion of a wealthy family and wasn’t convinced by his claim. He thought that Lin Fei would surely give up once he experienced the hardship. Agreeing to it didn’t bother him. He nodded, “That’s no problem then. Additionally, I have a few apprentices; I don’t know if I can…”

“Bring them over too,” Lin Fei answered with a smile, “the Swordsmanship Club is short-staffed right now, and your apprentices can also take on some coaching duties. We can discuss the salaries in detail later. It’s no issue.”

“So, I’ll go sign the contract now?” Yuan Yonglong seemed eager.

“Certainly.” Lin Fei took out his phone and called the person in charge of drafting contracts, instructing him on the matter. Yuan Yonglong then hurried out of the Sword Room. It was clear that he was indeed in dire need of this job.

The Sword Room became quiet once again.

Lin Fei quietly walked over to the spot where Yuan Yonglong had stood earlier.

He gripped the hilt of his sword and thrust it forward vigorously.

“Roar!!”

Once again, a huge roar echoed, but it was nowhere near as soul-stirring as Yuan Yonglong’s.

Lin Fei, deep in thought, sheathed his longsword.