Chapter 636 - 326: Heaven-Defying Sword Kick! Fu Zhan and Wei Weiwei’s Ambition

Chapter 636: Chapter 326: Heaven-Defying Sword Kick! Fu Zhan and Wei Weiwei’s Ambition

"Boss, when did you get here?" Zhu Ling finally noticed Chen Jincheng and asked, startled.

Chen Jincheng smiled and said, "I’ve been here for a little while. You looked so focused, I didn’t want to disturb you. Besides, I noticed you’re starting to resemble someone."

"Who?" Zhu Ling asked curiously.

"A goddess. The kind of goddess many men want to marry but know they’re not worthy of," Chen Jincheng explained with a smile.

"And who is she?" Zhu Ling grew even more curious.

"You, of course!" Chen Jincheng said with a laugh.

"Ah!" Zhu Ling was taken aback by the sudden turn in conversation, her pretty face instantly flushing with shyness.

A moment later, she said in a barely audible whisper, "Well, she only wants to marry one person."

"Ahem... ahem!" Chen Jincheng immediately changed the subject. "This clay pot rice smells amazing! Tell me about the ingredients."

Zhu Ling obliged and began explaining the ingredients to him until the clay pot rice was ready for him to taste.

He had to admit, her clay pot rice was excellent. It didn’t just look good; it was delicious. After they split the dish, he polished off his portion in one go.

"Boss, are you full?" Zhu Ling asked when she saw this.

"Not full yet!" Chen Jincheng said with a grin.

"Then I’ll go make more. It’s your fault for bullying me so relentlessly this afternoon." As Zhu Ling said this, she started to get up, but he grabbed her and pulled her onto his lap.

"Feel that? I’m full, but *it* wants to eat again," Chen Jincheng said with a mischievous smile.

"No way! I’m too sore from this afternoon!" Zhu Ling immediately refused.

But Chen Jincheng just smiled and pointed to her lips. "You have some here..."

Seeing him like this, Zhu Ling was utterly speechless. She could only get up and kneel down under the table.

...

After a session of self-discipline, Chen Jincheng found a small wooden stick in the house to use as a sword. He wanted to practice a sword kick.

In his past life, there was a cool video of someone kicking a sword into their hand and changing outfits, but it was actually just clever editing by the creator.

Later, a famous martial arts celebrity did a similar knife-kick on the Great Wall, but whether he actually had the skill was unknown. Many people analyzed it frame by frame, claiming it was also just editing.

In other words, this kind of feat probably wasn’t humanly possible, unless the martial artists from Wuxia stories were real.

But Chen Jincheng wanted to try it without any editing tricks.

Because he had an advantage no one else did.

His physical constitution was formidable, at the absolute peak of human limits in every aspect. You could say that with systematic training, he could compete with any athlete in the Olympics.

But he wouldn’t do something like that; it would only cause problems.

Therefore, with such a difficult move, plus his special BUFFs, he might just be able to pull off the sword kick for real. That would make him a true Sword Saint, and the Sword Dance left behind by the Martial Arts Master, Teacher Yu, would have to take a backseat.

With this in mind, he went out into the yard, tossed the small stick into the air, and kicked. But the stick was too light and went flying.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to go out to a sporting goods store, buy a baseball bat, and return to the villa to try again.

Zhu Ling was very confused. She couldn’t understand what her boss was doing, relentlessly battling a baseball bat.

However, the smile on Chen Jincheng’s face grew wider and wider. Despite constantly failing, he felt he was starting to get the hang of it. If so, he really could achieve the effect without special effects.

That would be legendary.

「The night passed.」

When he got up the next day, Chen Jincheng checked his phone and saw that, as expected, his visit to the Longquan Divine Sword Pavilion’s livestream was on the trending list.

Many people were now discussing what kind of video he was going to shoot with the sword, and speculation was rampant.

However, one theory was the most widely accepted: buying a sword was definitely related to a wuxia, historical, or ancient-themed video. That was the most likely scenario.

Fu Zhan arrived at the Coastal City Publicity Association early in the morning, found Wei Weiwei, and asked her, "Did you see this morning’s trending topics on Douyin?"

Wei Weiwei nodded. "It must be true that Mr. Chen bought the sword to film a historical video. He’s preparing for the Jinglan City project and the Hanfu event. Maybe he’s planning to play the role of a swordsman or something similar."

Fu Zhan nodded. "I think so too."

As people from the Coastal City Publicity Association, it was natural for them to guess this possibility.

So, this Mr. Chen was already making preparations.

Fu Zhan immediately asked, "Weiwei, how are the Hanfu we’re preparing for the scenic area coming along?"

Wei Weiwei replied at once, "There’s no problem at all. The daughter of the director recommended by our superiors is a top design student. She’s even participated in the costume design for several major film and television productions. We spent five million on design fees for her team, so the Hanfu they’ve designed are bound to be good. I’ll show you a few!"

Fu Zhan nodded. He watched as Wei Weiwei pulled up several costume design sketches on her phone and showed them to him. At first glance, he thought they looked good, no worse than those from historical film and TV shows.

"These shouldn’t be any worse than Mr. Chen’s, right?" Fu Zhan said with a smile.

Although their tourism bureau and Second-Life Star were collaborating on this project, Second-Life Star was taking the lead. Everything was proceeding as Mr. Chen had directed, but this made their tourism bureau seem rather useless.

So, they had also made some preparations of their own, trying to secretly compete with Second-Life Star to prove their own worth.

...

When Chen Jincheng woke up, he found that Zhu Ling was already up. He went downstairs to see her busy in the kitchen, just as she was walking out with breakfast.

’It’s great having a girl who can cook,’ he thought. ’You get a heartwarming breakfast in the morning.’

But just as he was eating, he received a WeChat message from Wei Weiwei of the tourism bureau. "Mr. Chen, we’ve designed some Hanfu over here and have completed a few drafts. What do you think?"

Chen Jincheng looked at the Hanfu design sketches Wei Weiwei had sent.

He knew at a glance that this was the current design style for film and television costumes: rigid, lacking in aesthetic beauty, crude, and colorless.

Compared to the evolved costume designs from after 2021, these were like a pile of crap. The difference was starkly visible.

Simply put, an equally beautiful girl wearing one of Second-Life Star’s Hanfu would look radiant and eye-catching. But wearing one of these designs sent by Wei Weiwei, she’d look like a servant girl.

’Seriously, whoever wears those servant-girl outfits is going to be embarrassed.’

’But, she sent them over to ask for my opinion. I can’t just tell her they’re a pile of crap, can I?’

’She obviously sent them looking for approval. I’m not so clueless as to miss that.’

He had to judge them by current standards. So, he replied, "Not bad. They’re much better than what you see in most shows."

’One must be magnanimous.’

Meanwhile, Wei Weiwei received the reply and said to Fu Zhan, "Vice Director Fu, look! Mr. Chen thinks these Hanfu are good too. So, we should also select some good actors to wear them and showcase our style!"

Fu Zhan nodded and said, "I’ll go to the Coastal City Song and Dance Troupe and invite some of their pretty female members over. Those girls are all carefully selected; they won’t be any worse than those female influencers from Second-Life Star."

As they discussed their plans, they both found themselves looking forward to the Hanfu event.