Martial Arts Master

Lou Cheng, who was touched by Li Xiaoyuan's hopes, undoubtedly gave him encouragement and blessings.

The "visit" of such a friend who he was not very familiar with but had known for a long time, and the wonderful fact that the two of them were still in almost the same circle, aroused his nostalgia for the past and the excitement when he first entered the ring. Perfectly mirroring last night’s renewed “my future is not a dream” thought.

In a similar state, he was in a very good mood, almost as drunk as he was before he quit drinking, so that after sending Li Xiaoyuan to the apartment arranged by Longhu Club, he took a walk by the riverside bridge for a while. He climbed up and looked far into the distance, and took a picture of the splendid beauty of the "City That Never Sleeps" to show to Yan Zheke.

The next day, in the business car heading to Longhu, Lou Cheng sat upright with his eyes half closed, as if he was relaxing.

Auman flipped through his notepad, glanced at Lou Cheng, and whispered softly:

"Mr. Lou, at nine ten in the morning, you have to go to the large conference room on the fifth floor. There are several guests."

"What kind of guest?" Lou Cheng asked in a calm tone without opening his eyes.

Auman had already prepared his words and replied with a smile: "Guests from two game companies."

"Huh?" Lou Cheng expressed his doubts in monosyllables.

What does the game company want me to do?

I own their shares, am I a director on the board of directors?

"That's it." Auman explained with a smile, "Your current endorsement contract and image rights issues are all being handled by the 'Foreign Affairs Team', following the club's procedures. They have recently negotiated two game contracts, one for console fighting. The class is called the 'Great Martial Arts Master', and they spent a lot of money to obtain most of the Wai Gang's authorizations, allowing ordinary people to control different strong men to compete for top titles."

"So you need me to cooperate with them in data modeling and move design?" Lou Cheng has also played similar games. The once popular "King of Fighters" falls into this category, so he is not unfamiliar with it and already knows it in his heart. .

"Probably." Auman replied in the affirmative and continued, "There is also a game called 'League of Strongmen', which should be a real-time battle game on mobile phones."

Lou Cheng nodded slowly and said, "Then tell them in advance and don't waste my time too much."

An assistant can't do this for you.

"Okay." Auman replied calmly.

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After morning exercise and breakfast, Lou Cheng put on clean and refreshing clothes, took the time to go to the large conference room on the fifth floor, and saw game company personnel sitting on both sides.

"Good morning, Mr. Lou, I'm really sorry to trouble you." One of the men wearing rimless glasses stood up and greeted him.

"It should be." Lou Cheng responded with a smile without putting on airs, "What do you need from me?"

"We have actually built a model through your recent Waigang-level battles and reproduced the effects. However, because you have participated in too few games, we are afraid of omissions, so we still have to trouble you and let us make a simple one. Don’t worry about data collection, it won’t involve anything too specific.”

The man wearing rimless glasses explained with a smile: "The other thing is the 3D modeling of your appearance and the design of your exclusive celebration actions."

"...No problem." Lou Cheng muttered briefly.

After a while, all the problems were solved, and his unique celebration was set to roaring to the sky and "exploding" into the starry sky.

When the other group of people also achieved their goal, they didn't dare to waste Lou Cheng's time and stood up to leave one after another.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Lou. This is our internal test. Uh, you can treat it as a trial version. If you have time, you can play two games and make comments, especially about yourself. Let us It can be adjusted in time." The man wearing half-rimmed glasses bowed and handed Lou Cheng a CD with the words "大武道家" written on it with a water-based pen.

From the previous conversation, he realized that Lou Cheng also loved to play games.

"We will also send you relevant demos as soon as possible." The production staff of "Strong Alliance" followed up.

"Okay." Lou Cheng took the things and watched them leave.

When the door closed and the large conference room was empty again, he was silent for a few seconds, walked with interest to the projection screen where he had just demonstrated, and put the disc into the host.

Hey, I don’t know what level they gave me... Lou Cheng sat cross-legged and watched the light light up and the logo flash.

Soon, he entered the selection interface and found more than a hundred portraits of Waigang strong men.

No surprise, he chose himself first.

"This face is a bit stiff..." Lou Cheng curled his lips.

Then he glanced at the screen and pressed the random key. After a flash, the screen was fixed on the "Dragon King".

"What a coincidence... Well, 'Dragon King' must be one of the strongest, and it can be compared with 'my' situation..." Lou Cheng felt happy and started to fight.

"I'll rub it, it's so strong!"

"My manipulation ability is even inferior to that of the 'Dragon King'..."

"It doesn't reflect 'my' characteristics of blending martial arts and cultivation..."

"No, I have to get serious."

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After seven or eight rounds, he suddenly raised his arms and waved his fists, quite excited, while on the screen, "Dragon King" slowly fell down with a bruised nose and face, contrasting with "Lou Cheng himself" who raised his finger to his mouth.

At this moment, the door of the conference room suddenly opened, and Chen Qitao, dressed in dark green, walked in, looking across the distance of more than ten meters and casting his eyes on the big screen.

Uh... Lou Cheng was stunned for a moment.

I didn't even notice anyone approaching...

Worthy of being the "Dragon King"...

Chen Qitao stared at the screen, then slowly looked at Lou Cheng, his expression unchanged and his steps paused slightly.

I said I was just random, do you believe it... Lou Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself blankly.

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On Brutal's flight to Huacheng, Yan Zheke put down her first-class seat and planned to wrap herself in a quilt and take a nap.

When you wake up, you'll be landing soon! The girl thought so.

According to her original plan, she should return to Xiushan first and spend some time with her family before heading south. But on the day of booking, she chose Huacheng by some mistake.

It must be someone's strong will that produces a curse-like effect, hmm, that must be the case! Yan Zheke muttered silently to himself, began to empty his mind, and fell asleep quietly.

After sleeping for an hour or two, she slowly woke up, turned her wrist and looked at her watch, then fell asleep and woke up again to check the time.

After repeating this, she simply changed her position to a reclining position, took out a book, and read it out of boredom, looking at her wrist more and more often.

After a while, she even picked up her small backpack, took out the information, and worked on the questions to pass the time. However, her mind could not be completely immersed in it, and she could not get the results for a long time.

Phew, she exhaled and looked out the window. She saw the dark clouds flashing with the light from the wings, and there was peace and silence.

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In the speeding silver-gray business car, Lou Cheng had a piece of tape taped on the corner of his mouth, looking like he was about to fall apart.

"The 'Dragon King' is so serious about sparring and so violent... He doesn't really care about that, does he?" As his thoughts turned, Lou Cheng wanted to cover his face and sigh.

Looking across the window, he suddenly remembered something, struggled to sit upright, and spoke calmly:

"Let Lao Zhao drive to the nearest import-export supermarket."

My parents bought groceries there when they came to Huacheng.

"Ah..." Ouman was startled for a moment, then said, "Mr. Lou, what do you need? I can buy it without you having to make a special trip."

"It's okay. I have to go out and walk around every day when I'm free at home." Lou Cheng smiled and rejected the assistant's kindness.

After a jam, the commercial vehicle arrived at its destination. Lou Cheng found his black-rimmed glasses, put them on and put on a velvet hat. Shi Shiran walked towards the entrance of the supermarket, leaving Ouman stunned for a moment.

After entering the supermarket, he found a cart, just like in Cannes, the United States, strolling through the fresh food section and other places, picking up a few boxes of good ingredients when he saw them.

At the same time, his mind was already thinking about what to cook and what ingredients and condiments were missing.

After strolling around happily, he pushed the full shopping cart to the checkout counter. There were many old men and women lined up in front of him. They sometimes turned back to add other items, and sometimes gave up some things they finally decided not to want.

After waiting patiently for a while, Lou Cheng paid with his mobile phone and walked out of the supermarket quickly, carrying three large bags of food. He was no different from the pedestrians coming and going, but it didn't seem to take much effort.

Ouman was sitting in the car and happened to catch a glimpse of this scene. He couldn't believe his eyes for a moment.

This was the first time she had seen Mr. Lou like this.

I didn't expect him to have such a side...