From various signs, it seemed Luo Yang's number of apprentices would just keep increasing.
The martial arts school in the county would be taught by the Left and Right Protectors.
And the space in the village would also be used to teach martial arts by the Left and Right Protectors.
But there needed to be a place, and the shed behind Lang Yifeng's house was quite suitable.
"Master, I understand. I'll start remodeling tomorrow," Lang Yifeng nodded and said.
"Starting from tomorrow, if people from other villages come to learn martial arts, you're responsible for registering them. I'll send you a bank account number later; deposit the tuition fees into that account," Luo Yang said.
"Master, I've got it," Lang Yifeng said excitedly.
Who would have thought that Lang Yifeng, the local bully who had dominated the village for years, was now as docile as a little lamb in front of Luo Yang.
"Old Du, Old Huang, I'm going for a walk with you two, to have a talk," Luo Yang said.
