Urban: Sign-In at a Martial Arts Academy from the Start

Chen Mo graduated from college straight into unemployment. The only inheritance he received was a run-down martial arts school left behind by his grandfather, along with a 300,000-yuan IOU and a sign reading "Prime Shop for Rent."

On opening day, no students showed up. Three protection racketeers did.

Just as he was about to lock up and run, a chime sounded in his mind: "Sign-in successful. Location: Grandpa's martial arts school. Reward: Master-level proficiency in Bajiquan."

Chen Mo looked at the three thugs grinning viciously in front of him, then at the fists he had just received from signing in.

Three seconds later, he called 110. "Hello, officer? There are three people here... Yeah, they seem to have broken bones. They fell on their own."

From then on, Chen Mo realized there was something strange about this old school. Sign in at the martial arts school, and he got Bajiquan. Sign in by the punching bag, and he got the Iron Shirt technique. Sign in in front of the ancestral tablet, and he got... the letter Grandpa had left behind marked "Do Not Open."

Until one day, an old man in a Rolls-Royce blocked the entrance and handed him a black card. "Young man, I'll give you fifty million for this school. Will you sell?"

Chen Mo glanced back at Grandpa's ancestral tablet as it wiped the floor, then at the freshly updated sign-in prompt in his mind:

"Tomorrow's sign-in location: International Martial Artists Association Headquarters."

He smiled. "I'm not selling. But you can get a membership card. The annual fee is 88,000, and I'll guarantee you'll learn it all."