Under Lin Feng’s guidance, Tang Zhendong walked for over ten minutes, feeling increasingly alarmed.

Initially, he thought Lin Feng’s Martial Hall would be a small venue, akin to those gymnasiums that casually cheat naive students and white-collar workers out of small change, just like those found by the roadside...

Who would have thought that this Longfeng Martial Hall of Lin Feng’s would be unexpectedly large, with five floors each covering over a thousand square meters, plus an open atrium of several hundred square meters—this space is comparable to a shopping center.

Moreover, the brand-new fitness equipment, all imported from abroad, were high-end items. Some were priced so highly that Tang Zhendong, a wealthy tycoon, was a bit taken aback...

In addition, the Martial Hall had nearly a hundred service staff and security personnel—just the number of employees alone exceeded many small to medium-sized companies, indicating that this Martial Hall was definitely not just a casual endeavor; at the very least, it provided nearly a hundred jobs...

Where did Lin Feng get the funds to create such a large Martial Hall? At this point, Tang Zhendong inevitably felt some doubt, but the next second, Ning Fuxun’s words unraveled the confusion in his heart...

"Lin Feng, I didn’t expect you to have everything fully equipped and even added some extra arena facilities. I thought according to my plans, completing these would lead to financial issues..." Ning Fuxun said as he lightly punched a high-end punching bag, smiling.

"Just from the Martial Hall’s public funds, it would be impossible to equip facilities so comprehensively, let alone host a proper opening ceremony..." Lin Feng looked into Ning Fuxun’s eyes, smiling, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. "Boss Ning, your accounting is too precise; I had no choice but to invest some of my own money..."

Tang Zhendong knew from hearing this that the real investor of the Longfeng Martial Hall was Ning Fuxun and that Lin Feng was merely an employed manager. Why did Ning Fuxun hire Lin Feng as the manager?!

Regarding Lin Feng’s accusations, Ning Fuxun showed no sign of embarrassment; as an old fox, he long forgot how to spell the word ’awkward’.

"Haha... Of course, I know you have money..." Ning Fuxun said openly to Lin Feng, "Honestly, letting you invest money was indeed part of my plan; if you were reluctant or lacked the courage to invest, how could I trust you with managing the Martial Hall?!"

Truly shameless... Lin Feng had never seen someone turn miserly into grandeur before, but he laughed it off quickly, thinking it normal. One can hardly expect a person who becomes Jiangzhou City’s richest to be generous!

Tang Zhendong became more and more surprised; the tone between Ning Fuxun and Lin Feng was very relaxed, appearing as if they both understood each other well. Their relationship seemed rather unusual?!

"Oh, by the way..." After a few words with Lin Feng, Ning Fuxun suddenly turned his curious gaze towards Tang Zhendong, asking with a smile, "Old Tang, how come you’ve come to attend this opening ceremony... Surely such a small occasion wouldn’t warrant your esteemed presence?!"

To figures like Tang Zhendong and Ning Fuxun, if not considering their connection to Lin Feng, such a small venue as the Longfeng Martial Hall indeed wouldn’t be able to invite them...

Tang Zhendong didn’t expect Ning Fuxun to ask the question he wanted to ask, making him a bit embarrassed; his eyes drifted over to Lin Feng and Tang Rou, who were holding hands, and said lightly, "The reason I attended is that Lin Feng and my daughter Tang Rou were college classmates..."

"Really? Such a coincidence?!" Ning Fuxun said with some surprise, glancing at Tang Rou with a smile, "My eldest daughter, Ning Aoxue, is also a student at Jiangzhou University—the same school as Lin Feng. Does the Tang family’s young lady happen to know her?"

"So you’re Ning Aoxue’s father..." Tang Rou’s face immediately became awkward. Speaking of which, Ning Aoxue was always known to be the famed ice-cold campus beauty, overshadowing Tang Rou throughout their time at school. How could Tang Rou not know Ning Aoxue, especially since Lin Feng currently works as Ning Aoxue’s bodyguard, and Tang Rou has even visited Ning Aoxue’s villa a few times...

"They really are classmates! Haha... What a coincidence!" Ning Fuxun laughed, but a dark hue flashed in his eyes; he had just seen how Lin Feng and Tang Zhendong’s daughter were intimately acquainted. Could this Tang Rou be Aoxue’s rival in love?!

This thought quickly passed as Ning Fuxun negated it; if Lin Feng truly had a relationship with Aoxue, he probably wouldn’t show such intimacy with that Tang family girl in front of him, would he? Lin Feng would at least be courteous to his feelings!

Could it be that Lin Feng and Aoxue have no hidden dealings, and he was simply overthinking? Ning Fuxun started doubting himself, but he had seen before the delicate, resentful glances exchanged between Ning Aoxue and Lin Feng, which should suggest some entanglement—did he misinterpret it?

Meanwhile, Tang Rou looked slightly reproachfully at Lin Feng, thinking why Lin Feng didn’t warn her sooner that this uncle was Ning Aoxue’s father, nearly putting her in an awkward position with ’Uncle Ning’...

Lin Feng looked innocently at Tang Rou, shrugging slightly; he thought Tang Zhendong knew Ning Fuxun and that the families were quite familiar with each other. Who knew they were merely acquaintances with nodding terms? Tang Rou unexpectedly didn’t realize Ning Fuxun was Ning Aoxue’s father; Lin Feng hadn’t intentionally kept it from her...

Hearing that Lin Feng was a classmate of Ning Fuxun’s daughter, Tang Zhendong felt a bit better; at least Lin Feng’s connection with Ning Fuxun didn’t seem bizarre...

"Boss Ning, I’m sorry, but there’s a question in my heart that I must ask..." Tang Zhendong gestured towards Lin Feng, turning to Ning Fuxun, unable to resist asking, "The Martial Hall you invested in is so grand in scale, surely the investment wasn’t small; why would you hire Lin Feng to manage it for you? I mean no offense to Lin Feng, but I just don’t understand—the fact Lin Feng is so young... Aren’t you worried?!"

Tang Rou became somewhat nervous hearing her father suddenly question Lin Feng; she was afraid that Lin Feng might suddenly get angry and argue with her father.

Ning Fuxun, hearing what Tang Zhendong said, showed no change in expression but turned to glance at Lin Feng’s face. Only when he saw Lin Feng’s unchanged expression did he smile faintly and ask, "Does age play such a significant role in Boss Tang’s criteria for selecting talent?"