PDLP Chapter 128 We set our standards!
Chapter 128 We set our standards!
The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.
Just as the National Martial Arts Federation's headquarters in Foshan was undergoing a vigorous restoration and renovation project, a storm originating in Beijing was sweeping across the entire martial arts world at an astonishing speed.
The Huaxia Wushu Association, in conjunction with the State General Administration of Sport, jointly issued the "Management Measures for Further Regulating the Operation and Teaching Activities of the National Wushu Industry".
Just as Li Jianguo had planned, the core content of this document points directly to "qualification certification".
The document was issued in the form of an official document to relevant units such as sports bureaus, industry and commerce bureaus, and civil affairs bureaus in all provinces and cities across the country.
At the same time, the Wushu Association used its powerful official media resources to conduct extensive publicity and interpretation of the "Measures" on major television stations, portal websites, newspapers and magazines.
For a time, "certified practice", "qualification certification" and "standardized management" became the most popular terms in the martial arts circle.
Experts from the Wushu Association have frequently appeared on television programs, discussing the necessity and importance of the introduction of this "Measures".
"We must recognize that martial arts instruction is a professional, scientific, and inherently dangerous activity. An unqualified instructor not only fails to impart correct knowledge but may also cause physical harm to students during the teaching process."
"The purpose of introducing coach qualification certification is to set an entry threshold and completely eliminate those 'pseudo-masters' and 'Sunday coaches' who are not qualified from our teaching staff, so as to protect the fundamental interests of the majority of students."
"Similarly, certifying martial arts venues is also for the safety of students. How can we let our children learn and train safely in places that don't meet fire safety standards or have potential hazards?"
These words were well-reasoned and presented in a dignified manner, which resonated widely in society.
Many people who were unaware of the facts, especially parents who were planning to enroll their children in martial arts classes, expressed strong support for the Wushu Association's new regulation.
"That's great! It should have been regulated a long time ago! There are all sorts of people opening martial arts schools these days, and it's impossible to tell which ones are genuine and which ones are fake."
"Exactly! From now on, I'll only register at venues and with coaches certified by the Wushu Association. That way, I'll feel much more at ease!"
"When the authorities step in, things change. Those charlatans won't be able to survive this time!"
Under the deliberate guidance of the Wushu Association, public opinion quickly shifted in their favor.
This news quickly reached Ding Hao, who was supervising construction in Foshan, and Qian Zhenhua, who was preparing a foundation in Beijing.
"Leader! Something terrible has happened!"
Ding Hao called urgently.
"Today I went to the Municipal Sports Bureau to inquire about the procedures we need to complete for future events at our training base. They gave me a document, which is the Wushu Association's 'Management Regulations'!"
"They said that for our base to officially operate, it must first pass the Wushu Association's 'venue qualification certification.' Furthermore, any coaches we train who want to teach martial arts outside the base must also obtain the Wushu Association's 'coach qualification certificate'! Otherwise, it will be illegal operation and will be shut down!"
Ding Hao's voice was filled with anxiety and anger.
"Those bastards are despicable! They see us doing so well and want to cut off our path from the very beginning! Alliance Leader, what should we do? Should we stop construction?"
Almost at the same time, Qian Zhenhua also called.
"Leader Ma, the Martial Arts Association's move is aimed at us, and it's an open conspiracy. We're in a very passive position!" Qian Zhenhua's voice was heavy.
"I consulted my legal team, and this 'Measures' is backed by the General Administration of Sport and is legally sound. If we stubbornly refuse to comply, they can easily work with departments such as industry and commerce and fire protection to make things difficult for us and make it impossible for us to move an inch."
"Moreover, public opinion is currently very unfavorable to us. Many of my friends in the industry were originally prepared to donate to our foundation, but after seeing the news, they are starting to hesitate. They are worried that our alliance will eventually become an 'illegal organization,' and their money will be wasted."
Both phone calls brought bad news.
Li Jianguo's move, the "Standards Dispute," was a decisive blow, striking precisely at the Achilles' heel of the Chinese Martial Arts Federation.
He exploited the information gap and the public's natural trust in "official" figures, successfully portraying himself as a "rule maker" and "industry guardian," thus pushing Ma Cong's martial arts alliance into the awkward position of being "unorthodox" and "non-compliant."
The atmosphere in the conference room of the budget hotel was heavy.
Several grandmasters, including Sun Changqing and Wang Benlei, gathered here. They had just learned about this matter through the news.
"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!" Wang Benlei was furious, his face flushed red. He slammed his fist on the table. "That Li Jianguo is a complete scoundrel! He can't beat us, so he resorts to such despicable tactics!"
"This isn't some underhanded tactic; it's an open conspiracy." Sun Changqing's face was grim. He sighed, "He's laid out the rules in plain sight. If you follow them, you're at his mercy; if you don't, you're breaking the law. We're in a dilemma now."
"What should we do then? Are we really going to have to beg him to certify the alliance we've worked so hard to build?" an old master said unwillingly.
"What's the difference between that and accepting amnesty?" Wang Benlei roared. "Then he can do whatever he wants to us! I, Wang Benlei, would rather quit than put up with this humiliation!"
"Stop arguing!"
Ma Cong, who had been silent all along, finally spoke.
His voice wasn't loud, but it silenced the entire room.
Everyone was watching him, waiting for him, the leader of the alliance, to come up with an idea.
Ma Cong's face showed none of the anxiety and anger that everyone had imagined; instead, it was unusually calm.
He picked up a pen from the table and drew a circle on a piece of white paper.
"Li Jianguo has drawn a circle around us, trying to get us to crawl into it."
Then, he drew a bigger, rounder circle next to the original circle.
"His idea was good. However, he miscalculated one thing."
Ma Cong raised his head and his gaze swept over everyone present.
"He thought that the standards were up to him."
"But today I want to tell him, and I want to tell the whole world."
Ma Cong tapped the larger circle he had drawn on the table heavily with his pen.
"What, then, is the true standard?"
Wang Benlei was completely bewildered: "Alliance Leader, what do you mean by that? Aren't we already at his mercy?"
"Dying? Not a long time." Ma Cong smiled, a smile that carried a powerful confidence.
He picked up his phone and called Ding Hao back first.
"Ding Hao, listen up. The construction schedule not only can't be stopped, it has to be accelerated! Use the best materials and the fastest speed to build the base! If you don't have enough money, ask Chairman Qian for more!"
"Furthermore, on behalf of the National Martial Arts Alliance Preparatory Group, send an invitation letter to the Foshan Municipal Government and the Guangdong Provincial Sports Bureau. State that in one month, we will be holding the first 'National Martial Arts Alliance Certification Ceremony' and 'Southern School Martial Arts Exchange Meeting' at the newly built 'Huaxia National Martial Arts Heritage Base,' and invite them to attend and provide guidance!"
Ding Hao, on the other end of the phone, was completely dumbfounded.