The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 1309: (1) One head with sea water

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Chapter 1309 (1) A head of sea water

Wang Meng went well all the way and returned to China to meet with the chief. Turned in the golden book, without telling what happened, and the chief did not ask. Because he believes in Wang Meng.

The mission is completed, Wang Meng bids farewell and goes back to prepare the martial arts gym.

It's just that he is the only one in the martial arts gym? There must be coaches, deputy curators, deacons, finance, admissions office, and so on. Can't Wang Meng be busy alone?

In other industries, it is not difficult to find such talents, but as one of the criteria for employment of such talents to become a world-class Chinese ancient martial arts museum, one must be Guwu.

The one who swept the floor in the martial arts hall must also be Guwu. This is the standard of Guwu Martial Arts Hall. After all, this is the world's first ancient martial arts museum open to ordinary people.

Wang Meng was worried and sat in the courtyard, smoking a cigarette.

Wang Meng is about to open the martial arts hall, and the family is happy.

I thought it would take you a year or two for Wang Meng to go out to practice this time, but he came back soon. Wang Meng lied and said that he could not find a suitable retreat. But it wants to open a martial arts hall. Everyone in the family guessed that Wang Meng had gone on a dangerous mission before.

Wang Meng opened the martial arts hall and finally stabilized, and his family no longer need to worry about it.

Li Yinglong wanted to help Wang Meng, but he was anxious and couldn't help because he didn't know Gu Wu. The killer is okay, there is one in the backyard.

Fan Linlin's daughter wanted to help but couldn't help.

Zhao Yong is rich and generous, but he can help. With a wave of his hand, he bought a street-facing mansion on the most prosperous street in the capital, including design and decoration.

Seeing Wang Meng's melancholy, I didn't want to take care of the idiot's Xiao Wanzi, so I didn't want to go first.

"You big idiot! The more you live, the more you go back. Who asked you to open the martial arts hall, don't you just find someone you want? You big idiot, idiot, idiot, with a head of Pacific water." Xiao Wanzi cursed.

Quack! Wang Meng's eyes are bright, yes!

Wang Meng asked Fengshen for help. Because of these trivial matters, you have to find Fengshen.

Sure enough, Fengshen said, this matter is easy to handle. Now that the ancient people have fully entered the WTO, there are all kinds of talents, and I asked Wang Meng if he needs a Guwu chef?

Wang Meng straightened his teeth.

The martial arts hall had eyebrows and wanted to give a name, so Wang Meng waved a big pen and cursively wrote a plaque, Huaxia Martial Arts Hall.

Wang Meng took the cursive script he was very satisfied with and found a plaque company nearby to make a plaque.

Seeing Wang Meng’s cursive script, the young man wearing glasses making a plaque researched for a long time. He was really curious and couldn’t help asking: "Sir, what font are you writing in, and which country are you writing?" /

The plaque is a self-employed college student, from the Department of Chinese Language and Literature. He thinks he is talented and proficient in Chinese culture, but he has never seen this kind of calligraphy.

Wang Meng was taken aback: "Hua Xia characters? Authentic Chinese cursive script!"

The well-mannered college student burst into tears at the time: "I think I have been studying hard for more than ten years. I thought I was already proficient in various Chinese calligraphy fonts. I didn't expect that there were still omissions. Brother? You go to someone else's house to make a plaque. I’m going to close the door and quit, I’m going to study. Brother? Tell me, where did you learn this calligraphy?"

"Self-taught!" Wang Mengmei was broken.

"Fuck!" Instead of rubbing the sand in his eyes, the college students who would rather Que Wu rush out blasted Wang Meng out, and would rather trade than do business, rather than spoil his own knowledge.

Giggle, Xiao Wanzi is already laughing, clutching his stomach and laughing.

Wang Meng dumbfounded: "Wipe! I am good at cursive writing? It is fluent, powerful and profound, and he is a bit foggy. Isn't it much better than the cursive script of the hospital doctor?"

"You big idiot! Where are you calligraphy? You are ghost painting symbols! Hahahaha." Xiao Wanzi laughed and his stomach hurts.

Wang Meng did not believe in evil, so he went to a plaque club. The master of this plaque club was an old man. Wearing myopia, red and blue lead is pinned to the ear. At first glance, he was a student of five cars, and he was only talented, but because of cheating in the scientific examination, he did not appear to be the top pick.

After reading Wang Meng’s calligraphy, the old man looked surprised. He quickly found the magnifying glass and looked at it carefully again. The more he looked at it, the more shocked he became. He kept saying: "Okay!" "Okay!" "Okay!"

Wang Mengmei, with her head upright and her nostrils facing the sky: "Little Wanzi? What's it like? Know where to buy goods!"

Xiao Wanzi looked at the old man dumbfounded, and said suspiciously: "This old man is not blind? That's okay? How did he see it?"

"Hey! This is called an expert, don't you understand?" Wang Meng was proud.

At this time, the old man put down the magnifying glass, took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and put on the glasses again. Then he said to Wang Meng blushing with excitement, "Friends?"

Friends? Wang Meng was taken aback.

The old man continued: "Although I am a plaque master, I used to be a Taoist priest. I think I am proficient in giving Taoist runes and ghost runes, but I have never seen such illusory and profound runes with connotation. Dare to ask, Where is the Taoist mentor? What is this symbol?"

Hahahaha, Xiao Wanzi smiled and lay on the ground: "What's up? What's up? I said you are a ghost symbol, right? Hahahaha."

Wang Meng did not pay attention to Xiao Wanzi, his face did not change his face, his hands were behind his hands, the **** stick possessed: "I am Qing Zixu Gao Miao Shang Yuan Huang Daojun, the 336th generation disciple of Yuqing Yuan Shi Tianzun is also , Goodbye!"

After Wang Meng finished speaking, he collected the drafting paper and left.

"No!" the old man said gruffly.

"Hahaha, you idiot! Don't be embarrassed anymore, let the chief give you an inscription?" Xiao Wanzi, who laughed a lot of tears, reminded.

"The chief manages everything every day, how can this little thing bother the chief?" Wang Meng said. In fact, he is afraid of cursive scripting to let the chief know, which is embarrassing.

Wang Meng found a plaque club again. This time he was smart and asked the plaque club to design it directly.

You're done.

The staff introduced by Fengshen is here.

Two coaches, one cashier, one administrator deacon, and one deputy curator. All have professional practising certificates.

Wang Meng knows that it seems that China has already started training on this matter, and has already made plans for the future. Wang Meng had to convince the leaders of the country to be far-sighted and intelligent. Plan ahead!

The deputy curator is a woman, about forty years old, dignified and beautiful.

The deputy curator is very important. After Wang Meng leaves the martial arts gym, she will take over.

Wang Meng didn't expect to be a woman either.

The cashier is a girl of about twenty years old, with a pretty face. Looks smart.

The administrator is a man in his thirties with a big waist. The administrator is the deacon who manages the daily work. Responsible for the front and back duties.

Two coaches, one is about thirty-seven-eight, female, beautiful and dignified.

A man in his forties, slender and handsome.

Both men and women are very beautiful.

However. These people looked familiar to Wang Meng.