"Brother, don't be in a hurry. Have you considered changing to another place to play your sword game well? You have taken care of that mother-in-law Chen Huan. You are a master."
As soon as this man approached, there was a strong smell of perfume.
He was a little taller than Lin Sheng, with a big build and a rough voice, but his authentic Celine accent gave off a strange feeling.
The people of Xilin are mostly yellow people, but the yellow people here are generally whiter than the yellow people in Lin Sheng's previous life, and they are much whiter.
And the blacks and whites here, relatively speaking, are not as severely differentiated as the earth in the previous life.
White people are only slightly whiter than yellow people.
In the port of Huaisha City.
Foreign whites are not uncommon, and most of them come from the Leon countries across the sea. It is the most developed area in the world.
Lin Sheng turned around and carefully looked at the man who called him.
This man is a white man with dark yellow hair, a golden nose ring on his nose, a blue tiger tattoo on his body, a bare upper body, and a pair of wide gray breeches on his legs.
"Hello, my name is Russell. The manager of the Steel Scale Clubhouse. I saw the match just now and played very well."
"Russell" Lin Sheng was taken aback, this name is good. "My name is Lin Sheng, you said you are the manager of Steel Scale Club"
"Don't talk here, come with me." Russell pulled Lin Sheng around and ran away.
The two walked quickly all the way, turned a street corner, and arrived at another swordsmanship club.
This is also one of the other two clubs that Lin Sheng has visited before, both of which have very expensive membership fees.
The outside of the clubhouse is decorated like a luxury hotel, resplendent and magnificent, and there are two black lions on both sides of the entrance.
Everything inside is round, round headlights, round halls, round pillars, and round counters.
There is also a girl with a round face at the front desk
Russell pulled Lin Sheng straight to the second floor.
After going up to the second floor, the two quickly entered a spacious and gorgeously decorated fencing sparring classroom.
Two swordsmen in armored helmets are fighting each other.
"Madilan Xiayin, come quickly, I brought a master back!" Russell yelled as soon as he entered the door.
"This guy made the long-legged girl next door in Tengchong cry just ten minutes ago." Russell quickly exaggerated the facts to highlight the publicity effect.
"What"
Hearing the words, the two swordsmen stopped their movements and turned their heads to look over.
Of these two people, one is a black youth, and the other looks like a mixed-race girl.
Russell pointed at the black man and said, "Madilan, the chief steward of the clubhouse."
Then he pointed at the mixed-race girl: "Xia Yin, the chief equipment engineer of the clubhouse. Oh, by the way, she is a mixed race of Celine and Aiou."
Finally, he pointed at Lin Sheng again.
"Master, Lin Sheng who beat Chen Huan to tears"
Lin Sheng was speechless, and glanced at the situation in the classroom.
The whole classroom was no different from the dance studio, the floor was covered with thick and high-grade cushions, which did not look like cushions, but more like expensive black marble with patterns.
On the left is a large floor-to-ceiling mirror, which is convenient for the swordsman to correct his movements.
There are built-in grids in the corners, and there are sets of metal armor and helmets that are expensive at first glance.
There are also various sword blades of different lengths hanging on the weapon rack.
"How come the conditions here are much better than those next door?" Russell laughed twice. "There is no shortage of anything here, but there is a shortage of masters. Are you interested in joining here?"
Lin Sheng looked at him in bewilderment.
"What's the meaning"
"One thousand a month, you come to guide at least five times, which is two hundred times, no problem, Chen Huan can't even get this price." Russell bid.
The black Madilan also approached with a smile, showing his white teeth.
"Hello, friend. This clubhouse is a small organization established by the three of us with our own money. The purpose is to exchange Naxi swordsmanship and other ancient martial arts."
"He's very powerful, Madilan, it's no problem for one to beat the three of us," Russell praised in an extremely exaggerated tone.
"What are you doing? I'm just a beginner.