Chapter 202 You are a Kendo Master 【From this perspective, this is really possible! 】 [Doesn't that mean that Huirui is in a state of slow death? ] [I really hope that day will come soon. I really want to see Yinhai launch more excellent drugs! ] [However, since we can all guess the final outcome of Huirui, then it should be possible that the senior executives of Huirui could not guess it, right? If they guessed it, then why do they seem to be quite obedient? ] In the comment section of the post, a netizen expressed his doubts. This reminded many netizens. [Yes, although Western capital has little humanity, their IQ is normal, and it is impossible for them not to see their own ending a few years ago. ] [In the past two years, those people from Huirui tried to curb the development of Yinhai and did a lot of things, such as bribing patients to blackmail Yinhai and asking the World Health Organization to stop the export of Yinhai drugs. Now it seems that we can't see what they are doing. ] [Could it be that Yinhai is now strong enough to scare them? I have seen an expert's estimate, and he said that Yinhai's valuation is even greater than the market value of Huirui.] [The brother above, you think too simply. If it were that easy to scare it, then the world would be peaceful. ]

[To be honest, Huirui's influence overseas is still more powerful than Yinhai's, so it is not too afraid of Yinhai. ] [That doesn't make sense. If you're not afraid of Yinhai, why did you stay silent and let Yinhai grow and develop slowly? ] [I don’t know, but I always feel that Huirui Capital is up to something bad. ] [Absolutely! From its previous behavior, I know it's not a good thing! No, I have to remind Yin Hai to be careful.] Five days later. Cheng Ming received a call from Feng Xiao, and the sword had been made. He was very happy to come to Yangcheng Traditional Culture College. After some communication, Cheng Ming arrived at the Sword Forging Academy. When Cheng Ming came here, he found that this was actually an ancient building similar to the ancient Jiangnan gardens, with pavilions, towers, high gates and courtyards. The only thing that looked a bit out of place was the plaque "Traditional Culture Sword-Forging Skills Academy" at the gate. Cheng Ming walked into the yard. It was quiet inside and he didn't see anyone. "anyone there?" "Who's in there?" Cheng Ming tried shouting a few words. A head suddenly popped out from the inner courtyard gate. "Who are you looking for?" Cheng Ming looked in the direction of the voice and saw a rough-looking man standing there. He was wearing long trousers and long sleeves, but his sleeves were rolled up, revealing his dark skin. Cheng Ming walked over and said politely, "Hello, I'm here to see Professor Feng. I've already contacted her by phone." "Oh, you are the Boss Cheng?" "Yes, it's me."

"My name is Zhao Ji, and I'm Professor Feng's student. Please come with me. Professor Feng is not here today, and she told me to give you the things if I come." As he spoke, Zhao Ji led the way in front, while Cheng Ming was secretly shocked behind. This guy is actually a college student? If he hadn't said it, Cheng Ming would have thought he was a professor at the school who looked a little too anxious. Zhao Ji walked in front, Cheng Ming followed behind him, crossed the yard and came to a boiler room. But the whole process was quiet, and apart from the two of them, no third person was seen. Cheng Ming couldn't help but ask, "Zhao Xiaozhao, it seems like there are very few people here?" Zhao Ji turned around and showed a silly smile. "There are only four people in our Sword Forging Academy, including teachers and students. Teacher Feng is not here today, and another senior is out dating. There is also another student from the same class as me who is playing games in the dormitory now." Cheng Ming was stunned. I thought this academy was really interesting, with only a few people, it didn't look like an academy, more like a sword-making sect in a martial arts drama. We came to a yard that seemed to be displaying finished weapons. There were many wooden shelves here, on which were placed various exquisite weapons. Zhao Ji brought Cheng Ming to a relatively simple long sword. "Boss Cheng, this is the sword you ordered." Zhao Ji said. "There's a knife next to it, and there's a hatchet there." He pointed to a knife and hatchet of similar style on the other side. When Cheng Ming took one look at the weapon, he felt that its appearance was very simple, but it gave people a sense of high-end feeling with its cold and shining light. "Boss Cheng, you didn't make these weapons for collection, did you?" Zhao Ji asked curiously. "How did you know that?" Cheng Ming suddenly became interested in chatting with this handsome college student. "This sword is too ordinary, with almost no decorative elements. Look at the weapons that other people here have requested to be made. Which one is not gorgeous and beautiful?" Zhao Ji said, "Also, you even asked for a sharpened blade. Generally, decorative swords do not need to be sharpened." Cheng Ming nodded: "You guessed right." As he spoke, Cheng Ming picked up the ancient long sword. The texture of the sword really made Cheng Ming love it. Even though it had no decorations, it still looked like a work of art. Cheng Ming was itching to show off his skills, so he performed a sword dance. Zhao Ji's eyes lit up. "What a beautiful sword flower!" Zhao Ji praised, "Mr. Cheng, it seems that you are a master of kendo?" Cheng Ming shook his head: "I'm not a kendo expert, I just like to practice on my own." In fact, I never practiced it at all. However, the master-level swordsmanship proficiency granted by the system is equivalent to giving Cheng Ming the memory of practicing swordsmanship for decades. That memory is so moving, as if he himself had really practiced swordsmanship for decades. It is fair to say so. Cheng Ming said as he performed a few dance moves in the yard. After gaining the memory of swordsmanship and getting a good sword, Cheng Ming couldn't help himself.

His sword moves are smooth and flowing, and his sword skills are unstoppable. Not only are they powerful in attack, they are also very entertaining to watch. Zhao Ji on the side couldn't help but praise: "Mr. Cheng is really an expert in swordsmanship!" Cheng Ming: "Xiao Zhao, do you also know swordsmanship?" "I don't quite understand." He scratched his head. "However, I have seen many martial arts performers come to our place to buy swords. Sometimes they will do a few dances when they are excited. I feel that those award-winning martial arts masters are not as good as you, Mr. Cheng!" "and" "And what?" "And I always feel that your swordsmanship, Mr. Cheng, has a kind of murderous aura that those swordsmanship masters don't have!" Zhao Ji said. Despite this, there was no fear or terror in his eyes when he looked at Cheng Ming, but instead a hint of admiration. Cheng Ming smiled but didn't say anything. Of course there is murderous intent. His mastery of swordsmanship, one of the eighteen master-level weapons, not only allows him to perform martial arts, but also the killing skills that have been lost in the history of Dragon Country! This killing skill is a sword technique that was summed up by the ancestors of the Dragon Kingdom over thousands of years and is truly used for killing! How come there is no murderous intent? Cheng Ming tried the knife and the short axe again, and he was very satisfied with the quality of these weapons. "By the way, Professor Feng said that I have to pay for the materials for these weapons myself. How much does it cost in total?" Cheng Ming asked. "Three weapons, each worth eighteen thousand." "Okay, I'll turn around." After paying the money, Cheng Ming put the weapons in the trunk and prepared to drive away from Yangcheng. (End of this chapter)