I am Han Fuzhi from the beginning of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 128
After signing up for the Freshman Warrior Competition, Han Fu learned that it would take another week to sign up before starting the preliminaries.

So he was not in a hurry to do anything. Anyway, with his strength, only the fat Li Yuanba who lived opposite him needed to pay attention. With his strength, it was not difficult for others to deal with it.

"Hi, Han Fu, have you joined the club these two days?" As the phone rang, Han Fu picked up and heard Huang Yuping's voice.

"No?" Han Fu asked suspiciously.

"I joined a senior sister's club. Everyone in the club forms a group, forms a team to do tasks together, and discusses the martial arts club together. Do you want to join?"

Huang Yuping asked, "Lu Chenggong and the others are also planning to join."

"Forget it, I might not join the association very much." Han Fu shook his head, Huang Yuping and the others guessed that most of them were martial artist apprentices, and there were relatively few warriors.

And he is a warrior, and he is doing tasks with a group of warrior apprentices that cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. He can only be said to be a nanny.

Next, Han Fu sat in a martial arts class to study. Although he was in the social class, there were too few people. The teachers in the social class were actually from the martial arts class.

The content of the lectures was mostly about how warriors cultivate and the details of stances, but Han Fu, who let himself explore, solved some problems at once.

Although there is little improvement in strength, if he is allowed to practice without the system, it will have some effect.

"It seems that we still need to listen to the lectures more." He secretly decided in his heart.

"Hey, brother, you are also a freshman! What club did you join?" The strong man in the social class who was at the same table with Han Fu secretly asked Han Fu.

"I didn't join the club." Han Fu shook his head and said.

"No? How can you do without joining the club? No one will answer your questions, no one will help you solve your troubles, and you can't make money if you have money!"

"By the way, I know you are a warrior, but warriors also need to make money! Many people in our social class are unaccepted, and we have set up a fortune-telling martial arts club. Do you want to join?" The strong man said with a smile.

"Make money? How do you make money?" Han Fu asked suspiciously.

"It's simple. Our social class's business has similar cooperation with each other. For example, you can use your military certificate to name a few of our big companies and share dividends every year."

"Can my martial artist certificate be registered in your company?" Han Fu asked suspiciously.

"That's right, a first-level martial artist earns 30 yuan a year, and [-] yuan a year for three companies." The burly man nodded and confirmed.

"What about the third-level fighters?" Han Fu asked.

"The company of the third-level warrior is 30 yuan a year, hehe, it's quite profitable."

"If the company has a problem that needs you to solve, it will also calculate the money. This is the big one, and it is almost a million or more at a time."

Han Fu thought about it, and felt that 100 million a year is not much, but no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat!

"This Fortune Martial Arts Club has joined." Han Fu immediately took out his mobile phone and scanned the WeChat account of his deskmate.

"Xiao Zhuangzhuang is you!" Han Fu glanced at the muscular selfie in the toilet and said speechlessly.

"That's right, just call me Xiao Zhuang. Xiao Zhuang is my girlfriend's nickname. You post your martial arts certificate in the group, and they will prepare the contract by then."

Xiao Zhuang smiled and nodded.

"Are you still the president?" Han Fu glanced at Xiao Zhuang. This martial artist apprentice, with a punch of three hundred pounds, is actually the president?
"Of course, other people don't bother to do it, so I'll let you what you want." Xiao Zhuang said indifferently.

"Forget it, you are still the president, and I don't have time." Han Fu thought for a while and thought that bringing a group of guys who are not warriors is boring, so forget it.

"Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Xiao Zhuang's eyes popped out when he saw the martial artist certificate passed by Han Fu on his phone.

"Are you a third-level warrior?"

"Of course, is the third-level warrior strange? There are also several third-level warriors among the freshmen." Han Fu nodded. There is no holiday, some of them broke through during the summer vacation, and some were saved from nearby provinces.

"This is the most powerful freshman! He actually joined the social class?" Xiao Zhuang didn't know what to say.

"What's so strange?" Han Fu asked back.

"Everyone in the group exploded!"

"I'll go, there are masters in our class!"

"Oh my god, it turned out to be a third-level martial artist certificate. Our company needs a third-level martial artist as a guest, 30 a year."

"hehe, me too."

"It's 30 drizzle a year, and I also need a third-level warrior as a guest."

"Great, don't rush, the third-level fighters can name ten companies in total, let's go first!"

"Boss, we don't have a company at home, so the brothers will be under your care from now on."

"Hehe, you local tyrants, with so much money, are still martial artist apprentices. If I had already been a third-level martial artist."

"Nimma, Ye Xiwei, you are a local tyrant, please hug your thigh." A big watery-eyed expression.

"Hehe, let's go." A look of contempt.

Soon, a large number of pictures in the entire group swiped the screen, and the building was crooked all of a sudden.

"Don't worry, I'll chat with ten of them privately for you. Ten of them are worth 300 million a year. Just wait for the money!"

Xiao Zhuang scratched his head and smiled foolishly.

"Strange, I see that many people in the class seem to be much smarter than you, why did you apply to be the president in the end?"

Han Fu glanced at Xiao Zhuang, who was tall and strong, with a silly smile on his face.

"Are they all busy! I also want to exercise myself, so as not to get out of the academy and be sold and return the money to the number."

Xiao Zhuang straightened his face and said seriously.

Han Fu heard the same thing, nodded and said: "You are smart, but you can't let go of your strength. After all, this is a world of warriors."

"Don't worry! Your strength is improving day by day. Among other things, it is very possible to become a martial artist after graduation."

Xiao Zhuang's face was full of confidence.

Following Xiao Zhuang's operation, Han Fu, who opened the book and stopped for half a class, heard: "Okay, big brother, 300 million has been transferred to your card, and it's for one year."

"Oh, by the way, if I have something to do, can I not go?" Han Fu suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Of course, you are a martial artist, not a thug who is always on call. If you don't go, it's just that you won't be rewarded."

"That's good."

When Han Fu heard that this was a great thing, he could live comfortably every year without doing anything by himself.

It is conceivable that the same is true for other warriors who have reached the third level, they don't have to worry about eating for themselves.

After one class, Han Fu returned to the dormitory, still compressing and thinking about what the teacher explained before.

"Nowadays, dark energy is hard to cultivate. It's something that can't be found. If it's physical, it's still short of money!"

Han Fu sighed, 300 million sounds like a lot, but in fact it only adds up to [-] points of constitution.

"It seems that these days, taking advantage of the fact that the Freshman Martial Arts Competition hasn't started yet, we're going to go into the rift first."

Han Fu sat down and took a sip of water, carefully studying some resources on the map, lest it would be a pity to miss the treasure after seeing it.

(End of this chapter)