Recruiting dozens more people on the original basis rarely happened before. Almost every session had a fixed quota.
But since Zhang Feng went there, he made an exception. Pukan also asked for a few more people from other countries in order to balance the situation. However, Zhang Feng was not satisfied. There were more than 20 people in the last session, and Pukan had no way to do anything.
Not to mention this, even his daughter is Zhang Feng's. He has a premonition that this training camp will become Zhang Feng's in the future.
Even if he thinks about this, there is nothing he can do. Is it possible that he will do this until his death
When it comes to who this industry should be passed on to, there is no one in the world who is more suitable than Zhang Feng. Besides, Zhang Feng is now justified.
One of the key points is that his daughter gave birth to a girl. If she wants to pass it on to another generation, she will also be a girl. Even if she is more powerful than her daughter Sharapova in the future, she will still be a girl.
Therefore, it is most suitable for Zhang Feng. Pukan does not have that kind of traditional concept.
Now Zhang Feng is thinking about who he wants to go to this year, and there is still half a month left.
Now my uncle came here to play, riding a small electric donkey. He likes to ride this small electric donkey, it is comfortable and not stuck in traffic.
He was very bored living there in the villa, with almost nothing to do. He came here mainly to play with Haohao. He had nothing in common with General Wan, old beggar and a few old guys.
"Uncle, do you know about the Halberd of War training camp?" Zhang Feng asked.
Murong Dasen looked a little surprised: "Of course I know, his name is Pukan, right? Haha, I met him back then and shook hands with him. He was a good soldier and later founded a training camp by himself... "
"I didn't expect my uncle to know him!"
Zhang Feng was surprised. He didn't expect his uncle to know him.
"I was a representative back then, and I went to their country to discuss projects. This Pukan left a deep impression on me!" Murong Dasen recalled the past.
Zhang Feng also didn't expect that Murong Dasen could become a representative. The representatives back then were very powerful and ordinary people couldn't do it. Murong Dasen was not an ordinary person in the first place. He was so strong that he was a master among masters.
"Uncle, they are recruiting students in half a month. Do you want you to go too?" Zhang Feng asked.
"We'll see when the time comes. It doesn't matter whether I go or not!" Murong Dasen said:
"Good for you!"
Zhang Feng said: "You can also go and see Mina, you are her uncle!"
"Haha, that's great!"
Murong Dasen smiled, not sure if he had already agreed.
In the evening, Zhang Feng went to the Red Star Club. When he got there, he would usually find a seat at the bar to sit down and drink. If there was a seat, he would sit in a corner. If there was no seat, he would just find a corner to sit and drink, if he was alone.
He is not given special privileges in the bar, such as leaving a seat for him at any time. Zhang Feng does not do these things.
He can think things through here, and he can think about them in a quiet place, but different problems require different environments.
Watching beauties dancing will always make your mood better. Every night the most beautiful socialites in Kyoto and handsome rich men gather here.
It's packed every night, and every day there's a lot of money.
"Brother Feng, what do you want?"
As soon as Zhang Feng sat down, the waiter came over, because Zhang Feng drinks different wines every time he comes here, and he drinks what kind of wine according to his mood.
"A small bottle of Erguotou and a plate of soy sauce beef!" Zhang Feng said.
"Yes!" the waiter responded respectfully.
No matter what it is, Zhang Feng will always be incompatible with this place. The food he eats is also incompatible with him, and the clothes he wears are also from street vendors. They have been worn for two or three years, but they are all washed very clean.
This is the top bar in Kyoto. Who would come here to drink Erguotou with soy sauce beef
Zhang Feng alone.
Drinking wine, eating delicious sauced beef, and watching the beauties twisting their waists on the dance floor is a real enjoyment.
This time happens to be ten o'clock in the evening, which is the best time, with the most people and the most beautiful women.
No one would notice Zhang Feng sitting in the corner.
Ten minutes later, someone passed by and saw a person in the corner. A bottle of Erguotou cost more than ten yuan and a plate with only half of the meat slices left. Moreover, this person looked very shabby. He couldn't help but smile and said: " Bitch, how did you get in? Do you know where this place is?"
Zhang Feng raised his eyes and saw that he was a little yellow man with a tuft of yellow hair on one side of his head. He looked very individual. He was wearing a brand-name suit and had an unfamiliar face. He was probably a second-rate young man from some family.
Zhang Feng ignored
He was eating slices of meat.
"Are you deaf? Can't you hear?" Huang Mao said angrily.
Zhang Feng still didn't speak, pretending he didn't exist.
"Boy, do you dare to despise me and seek death?" Huang Mao said angrily again.
Zhang Feng was drinking. This wine should be drunk slowly, but there was such a person blocking Zhang Feng's view of the beautiful woman.
"Here, you're blocking me!" Zhang Feng said.
Huang Mao said: "Humph, I'm blocking you. You country bumpkin, who let you in? Is this a place where you can come? Do you know that you're in my way?"
Zhang Feng said nothing.
"I'm asking you a question, boy, are you looking for death..."
Zhang Feng suddenly got angry, reached out and slapped him, knocking him down immediately.
"You, you... you dare to hit me..." Huang Mao was stunned.
This guy doesn't say much when he's cruel, and he hits people when he does.
"Get out!" Zhang Feng said coldly.
Huang Mao stood up and was about to hit someone, but was stopped by someone behind him. He turned around and saw that it was the security guard of the club. Huang Mao shouted loudly: "He hit me, he hit me... let me go, let me go." Drive me..."
The two security guards ignored him, carried him out, and threw him outside.
Zhang Feng had a calm expression, remembering to drink and look at the beautiful woman. Huang Mao was very angry when he was thrown outside. Not only was he beaten but also thrown out. He couldn't bear it, so he called someone, but when he said When the location of the venue was Red Star, no one dared to come.
"Trash, all trash..." Huang Mao cursed.
Huang Mao, who was furious, went in again. The security guards did not stop him, but he was already being targeted. If he continued to cause trouble, they would not let him in again.
When Huang Mao walked over to Zhang Feng, he already had a wine bottle in his hand, and he was about to hit him when he came over.
But the people following him subdued him again.
"Sir, you have violated relevant regulations and intentionally hit people. Please get out now. You will be blacklisted!" the security guard said.
"He beat me, why?" Huang Mao was very unconvinced.
"Even if he beats you to death, your death will be in vain. You can't afford to offend him!" the security guard said domineeringly.
Huang Mao was surprised. He did not doubt the security guard's words.