Zheng Yuanshan, in his early thirties, was already a Fifth-Order Fist Master and a Steward of the Martial Association. Such achievements truly placed him far beyond the vast majority of people.
Standing over 1.8 meters tall, he had handsome features and a dignified presence. He exuded the air of a young prodigy wherever he stood.
At that moment, with one hand in his pocket and the corner of his mouth tilted into a faint, confident smile, he continued, "Xiaoduo, let me teach you martial arts. It will definitely be twice the result with half the effort."
"As for the tuition fee... well, we're direct relatives. I won't ask for much. Let's just say two hundred thousand a month!"
He held up three fingers and grinned. "At first glance, it might seem expensive, but don't forget, I'm a Steward of the Martial Association! Most people can't hire me even if they wanted to. Besides, the going rate outside is usually five hundred thousand a month."
