nyslfriends Chapter 127 Illegal Organization
Chapter 127 Illegal Organization
Li Jianguo's chest heaved with rage. He pointed at Zhao Lixin's nose and yelled, "Is your brain filled with mush? Can't you think of any other way besides these underhanded tricks?"
Zhao Lixin was thoroughly scolded and kept his head down, not daring to say a word.
Li Jianguo took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down.
He knew he was truly panicking and had lost his composure.
Ma Cong's rise to power was completely beyond his control. The old methods used to deal with江湖草莽 (jianghu caomang, meaning outlaws and ruffians) were no longer effective.
This Ma Cong is no fool; he's more cunning than a fox.
I can't beat him in a tough fight.
He won't fall for your soft approach.
He's cunning; he doesn't give you a chance at all.
To deal with such people, you must use open strategies.
Use a perfectly legitimate and overt scheme that he cannot refuse or resist.
Li Jianguo paced back and forth in his office, his mind racing.
Suddenly, he stopped walking.
His eyes fell on a calligraphy scroll hanging on the wall, which read "Standards, Inheritance".
Regulations...
Inheritance...
Li Jianguo's eyes gradually brightened.
He turned around abruptly, looked at Zhao Lixin who was still huddled there like a quail, and a cold smile appeared on his face.
"Go, gather all the experts and advisors in the association and draft a document."
"What document?" Zhao Lixin looked up, puzzled.
"The 'Administrative Measures for Further Regulating the Operation and Teaching Activities of the National Martial Arts Industry'!" Li Jianguo said, emphasizing each word.
"Management regulations?"
"That's right!" Li Jianguo's eyes gleamed with calculation. "This 'Measures' should clearly stipulate that from now on, any organization or individual in China that engages in commercial activities such as opening a martial arts school, conducting commercial performances, or organizing competitions under the names of 'martial arts,' 'national arts,' or 'kung fu,' must obtain an 'industry qualification certification' issued by the China Martial Arts Association!"
"This certification is divided into organizational certification and individual certification."
"The organization needs to be examined to see if its venue safety, fire-fighting facilities, teaching staff, and teaching syllabus meet the standards set by our Wushu Association."
"Individuals, that is, coaches, must hold a 'Martial Arts Coach Qualification Certificate' issued by our Wushu Association! This certificate is graded, from low to high, corresponding to our Wushu ranks. Anyone without a certificate is strictly prohibited from teaching!"
Zhao Lixin was stunned. He felt as if he understood what Li Jianguo meant.
"Does the chairman mean... we should use this 'certification' to block him?"
"It's not a 'block,' it's a 'regulation,'" Li Jianguo corrected with a cold laugh. "We're doing this to protect the interests of martial arts enthusiasts and prevent them from being deceived by unqualified 'fake' organizations and 'charlatans.' We're safeguarding the healthy development of the entire industry!"
His words were spoken in a grand and righteous manner.
But Zhao Lixin knew in his heart that this move was a complete disaster!
Isn't Ma Cong's National Martial Arts Alliance going to develop its own certification standards?
Okay, go ahead and do your thing.
Our martial arts association will directly introduce an official standard from the level of national industry management!
At that time, Ma Cong's certification will be a "street-level certification" within your own circle. But the certification from my Martial Arts Association will be a nationally recognized "official certification."
If you have a martial arts school, and the industry and commerce bureau, fire department, and sports bureau come to inspect it, will they recognize your Ma Cong certification or our martial arts association's official document?
As a coach looking for a job, is it more effective to show off your National Martial Arts Federation badge or a qualification certificate issued by a unit under the State General Administration of Sport?
There's no need to choose at all!
No matter how well you build your base, Ma Cong, or how lively your alliance becomes, as long as you don't get "certification" from our martial arts association, you will be an "illegal organization"!
The disciples you train are "unlicensed personnel"!
Let's see how you develop now! Let's see if those sects that want to join your alliance still dare to come!
"Brilliant! Chairman, that's brilliant!" Zhao Lixin exclaimed in sudden realization, almost clapping his hands in excitement. "This move is called 'The Battle of Standards'! We've directly positioned ourselves on the high ground of the rules! No matter how skilled Ma Cong is, he still has to abide by the country's laws and regulations!"
"Not only does he have to comply, but if he wants to legitimize his alliance, he must proactively come to us and ask for our certification!" Li Jianguo laughed smugly. "Then, what the certification standards are, and who decides them, won't that be up to us?"
"He wants to set up a base in Foshan? Fine. First, send our expert team to 'inspect' the site. Is it up to standard? Does it meet fire safety standards? Does the curriculum syllabus conform to the 'Scientific Outlook on Development'? We can find some fault and make him pay dearly!"
"He wants to hold a certification conference? Even better! Those people he certifies will eventually have to come to our martial arts association to take the certification exam if they want to teach legally, right?"
"This tactic is called 'luring the enemy into a trap.' I draw a circle for him; whether he wants to come in or not, he has no choice but to. Once he's inside, he can forget about getting out!"
Looking out the window, Li Jianguo could almost see Ma Cong in a panic, begging for mercy.
He felt that he had finally regained control.
"What are you all standing there for?" He glanced at Zhao Lixin, who was still grinning foolishly. "Get it done right now! I need this document out as quickly as possible! Use all official channels and media platforms to make this a huge splash!"
"Yes, President! I'll go right away!"
Zhao Lixin excitedly accepted the order and left, his steps becoming much lighter.
Only Li Jianguo remained in the office.
He walked to his desk, picked up the phone, and dialed a number.
"Hello, Lao Zhang? This is Jianguo. Yes, I have something I'd like to ask the leaders of your General Administration of Sport for a favor..."