I Also Like Sparring

Yinghai is a chain brand with three gyms in Luoying City.

The largest flagship store is located near the city center square, covering an area of nearly 10,000 square meters, and its momentum is no weaker than the adjacent commercial plaza.

At this moment, Li Qingshan and Zhao Hongzhou were inside the flagship store.

"Qingshan, I knew you were destined for great things."

"Sure enough, as soon as you entered the Martial Arts Class, you soared to the sky."

The middle-aged, balding manager smiled warmly, acting like they were very familiar.

"Manager Zhou, you're too kind. I should thank you for your care in the past."

Li Qingshan smiled and shook hands with him.

Zhao Hongzhou stood there dumbfounded, his eyes darting back and forth between the two smiling faces.

Manager Zhou was the human resources manager of the flagship store.

He had only seen Li Qingshan a few times when he was working part-time, and the two were not acquainted at all.

Just as Zhao Hongzhou was stunned, a bottle of low-level Nutrient Solution was stuffed into his hand.

"Zhao Hongzhou, you did a good job this time. You can introduce more excellent students in the future." Manager Zhou patted Zhao Hongzhou on the shoulder and said, "We at Yinghai are happy to provide a platform for these rising Martial Dao stars and help them build their Martial Dao path."

"Manager, I..."

Zhao Hongzhou's face flushed red immediately. He glanced nervously at Li Qingshan and was about to decline.

He brought Li Qingshan here, but not to get a reward.

Seeing that Zhao Hongzhou was about to push the Nutrient Solution away, Li Qingshan quickly interrupted:

"What are you looking at me for? Thank Manager Zhou."

"No need, no need."

Manager Zhou waved his hand and got to the point.

"Qingshan, as the number one in this year's Martial Arts Class, how about I set your hourly rate at 1500?"

"1500?" Li Qingshan was stunned.

Are there really that many suckers these days?

"If you think it's too low, I can raise it a bit!"

"No, no, I don't think it's too low."

Li Qingshan quickly waved his hand and asked:

"Manager Zhou, I just entered the Martial Arts Class. Will anyone buy my classes?"

An hourly rate of 1500, two hours a day, is enough for him to buy a bottle of Nutrient Solution.

However, the premise is that someone has to buy the classes.

"Hehe, you underestimate the value of 'Number One in the Martial Arts Class'."

Manager Zhou waved his hand, confidently saying:

"Don't worry, your classes will definitely be in high demand, and we at Yinghai won't take a cut."

These days, the truly talented martial artists are all in the New Continent.

As for the martial artists who stay in the Old Continent, to put it bluntly, apart from the Martial Dao teachers in various places, the rest are all trash.

In this case, promotional gimmicks are far more important than strength.

Although Li Qingshan didn't know how the other party made money, it was naturally best if it could be a win-win situation.

"Happy cooperation!"

Just then, a commotion came from the front desk.

"I don't care, you have to change my coach!"

"I bought classes to learn martial arts, not to change places to do calisthenics!"

Troublemakers?

Li Qingshan turned his head to look, and saw a chubby kid with a schoolbag on his back, about 12 or 13 years old, clinging to the front desk counter, refusing to give up.

Manager Zhou's expression changed, and he quickly jogged to the front desk.

Li Qingshan nudged Zhao Hongzhou's arm and asked:

"How are your 'clients'? They're not all as difficult as this little fatty, are they?"

"My client is a little girl, very obedient."

Zhao Hongzhou looked at the front desk and said helplessly:

"Besides, this little fatty is one of a kind in the shop."

Li Qingshan raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"How so?"

"His name is Cao Shaoyu. He just started junior high this year and loves to dream of being a great hero, fighting every day."

"He's already gone through several coaches and isn't satisfied with any of them."

Clearly, the scene unfolding before them wasn't the first time it had happened.

"That's quite interesting."

Li Qingshan shrugged, folding his arms and watching the show.

Whether it was because the little fatty Cao Shaoyu came from a powerful background, or simply because Manager Zhou had high professional ethics, Manager Zhou kept nodding and bowing, wearing a smile on his face.

However, Cao Shaoyu wasn't buying it.

"Refund? Am I here to ask for a refund? I'm here to learn Martial Dao!"

Cao Shaoyu's face flushed red with anger, and he pointed a chubby finger at the sign on the wall.

"Is this how Yinghai does business? You don't even have a decent coach?"

"I don't want a refund, I'll add money. If 1000 class-hour fee isn't enough, then make it 1500… no, 2000!"

"You find me a coach worth 2000 class-hour fee to teach me Martial Dao!"

Zhao Hongzhou shook his head, speechless.

"What Martial Dao, this little brat just wants to fight!"

He was also envious of the 2000 class-hour fee, but he didn't have the ability to teach.

"Isn't that a coincidence?"

A light laugh rang out.

Before Zhao Hongzhou could react, Li Qingshan had already walked to the front desk.

"I'll take this order."

"Qingshan, this…"

Manager Zhou wrung his hands, hesitant to speak.

"Don't you speak!"

Cao Shaoyu impatiently interrupted, looking up at Li Qingshan with suspicion.

"Can you really teach me Martial Dao? The real Martial Dao kind!"

As he spoke, Cao Shaoyu gestured with his hands, looking rather comical.

"Whether it's the real Martial Dao, I don't know."

Li Qingshan smiled, reaching out and gently tapping Cao Shaoyu's forehead, where there was a bluish-purple bruise.

"But at least, I can teach you how to fight."

"Hiss!"

Cao Shaoyu covered his forehead, shrinking his neck, but his face broke into a smile.

"Okay, okay, coach, I'll learn Martial Dao with you from now on."

With the deal made and the trouble resolved, Manager Zhou didn't look too happy.

After hesitating for a moment, he leaned closer to Li Qingshan and whispered, "Qingshan, do you want to reconsider? Cao Shaoyu's order is a bit troublesome."

"Just teaching a little brat, it's nothing." Li Qingshan shook his head, saying casually, "If he's still not satisfied, I can just give him a refund."

"The trouble I'm talking about isn't this little brat!" Manager Zhou said anxiously, his voice a bit louder.

"Hey Zhou, who are you calling a little brat!"

Cao Shaoyu immediately jumped up, dissatisfied.

"I finally found a coach, don't you ruin it for me."

Manager Zhou ignored Cao Shaoyu, looking at Li Qingshan, and said seriously, "The coach Cao Shaoyu wanted to replace is called Yu Zhuo, a second-year student in the Martial Arts Class, your senior."

The Martial Arts Class lasts three years per grade.

In the first year, all senior high school students can apply, and their strength varies.

But to stay until the second year, one must have at least Body Tempering level three.

"Senior?" Li Qingshan raised an eyebrow, becoming more serious.

"Yu Zhuo is very strong? But I'm not exactly stealing his business, am I?"

"Yu Zhuo is at Body Tempering level three. As for how strong he is..."

Manager Zhou glanced at Li Qingshan, the implication clear.

Although Body Tempering level three was just the threshold for second-year students, Li Qingshan, a freshman who had only been in the Martial Arts Class for a month, couldn't compare.

In the end, being the top freshman was just a gimmick.

However, Manager Zhou noticed that Li Qingshan didn't seem to grasp his meaning, his face showing no sign of nervousness.

"While it might not be considered stealing business, Yu Zhuo has always been quite domineering. Once he finds out, he'll probably want to 'spar' with you," Manager Zhou said earnestly.

"Our store doesn't have the right to interfere in private 'sparring' between martial artists. Even the Patrol Bureau won't get involved unless there are serious injuries."

"And you're both in the Martial Arts Class, so you won't be able to avoid it even if you want to."

The previous decision to refund Cao Shaoyu was not only because the little fatty was difficult to deal with, but also because of Yu Zhuo.

The store only had so many private instructors, and the others wouldn't want to provoke Yu Zhuo over a single client.

"Coach Yu is a bit fierce..."

Cao Shaoyu shrank his neck after hearing this, but this time he was determined to change coaches.

"If it comes down to it, I won't ask for a refund for the remaining classes with Coach Yu."

Cao Shaoyu shouted loudly, while his gaze swept towards Li Qingshan, afraid that the new coach would be frightened by Yu Zhuo and wouldn't dare to take his class.

"This isn't about refunding classes," Manager Zhou said speechlessly, shaking his head.

"You're still young, you don't understand the adult world. This is a matter of face."

Cao Shaoyu's lesson fee for Yu Zhuo was 1000, and now he was switching coaches, and the lesson fee had increased to 2000.

Wasn't that a slap in the face for Yu Zhuo?

Cao Shaoyu didn't understand and rubbed his hair irritably.

"I just want to change coaches, why is it so troublesome!"

"Actually, it's not troublesome at all, it's just that Manager Zhou is overthinking it."

Li Qingshan found it amusing and reached out to smooth his hair.

"I'm not Yu Zhuo's dad, why should I consider his feelings when taking a client?"

Li Qingshan turned to look at Manager Zhou and said casually:

"Is Yu Zhuo in the store right now?"

"Yes." Manager Zhou nodded blankly, not understanding what he meant.

"Lead the way, I also happen to enjoy 'sparring'."