The woman had been a little hesitant at first, but after Feng Jun talked her into it for a couple of sentences, she made up her mind decisively and signed up for a thirty-thousand-yuan membership card.
From this sale alone, Feng Jun would earn a commission of 2,400 yuan.
The woman also asked about personal training. When she heard that he did not have a coaching certificate, her disappointment was plain to see. In the end, she even said, "Then help me find a personal trainer later."
The coaches nearby turned green with envy. Personal training commissions were far better than membership sales, starting at ten percent.
Membership commissions, on the other hand, started at three percent. The woman had purchased a thirty-thousand-yuan card, which was why Feng Jun could get an eight-percent commission.
If Liu Shuming had not just suffered at Feng Jun's hands, some coach would definitely have come over to meddle in the junior employee's business.
Of course, no one had the nerve now. They could only watch him with longing eyes.
Feng Jun replied with a smile, "There are plenty of body-sculpting trainers, but not many with real skills. I'll keep an eye out for one for you."
What he said made Hongjie Club sound highly professional. The junior employees had always spoken that way in the past, so there should not have been anything wrong with it.
But the other coaches' eyes turned blue with anger. Damn it, it was just body sculpting. Like anyone here couldn't do that.
Everyone felt stifled, but they could not argue, much less complain—the club expressly forbade such behavior.
Zhao Qi, however, sidled over and said with a cheeky grin, "Feng Jun, your charm's really growing."
Feng Jun rolled his eyes at him and could not be bothered to respond. Before long, though, he quietly slipped into the staff changing room and studied himself carefully in the mirror.
Sure enough, he felt that his appearance really had changed somewhat. He could not say exactly where, but... something had definitely changed.
Could it be his temperament? Was this the legendary "it's all about temperament"?
In any case, he was quite satisfied with his changes. He had grown taller and slimmer, the fat that had once been so hard to lose was mostly gone, and even his looks and temperament had changed.
If he kept exercising for a while longer, he would reach an even more perfect state.
The woman worked out on and off for two hours before being called away by a phone call. Several employees who were on good terms with Feng Jun gathered around him, noisily demanding that he treat them.
Feng Jun was usually frugal, but he was not stingy. He had just been about to agree when he saw Zhao Qi joining in, and his enthusiasm vanished at once.
I could treat anyone but you!
So he smiled and cupped his hands. "I'll definitely treat everyone, but I want to buy a phone today... Mine is practically falling apart. Once payday comes, I'll definitely treat you all."
"That's not very decent of you," Zhao Qi was the first to shout. This guy was just that irritating. "That was thirty thousand yuan, a full 2,400 in commission. How much could one meal possibly cost?"
Feng Jun gave him a bland glance. "The money I've lost in the dorm alone would have paid for several meals."
Zhao Qi's face immediately flushed bright red. He flew into a rage. "Y-You... what do you mean by that?"
Feng Jun glanced at him, turned, and headed for the door without answering.
Zhao Qi was unwilling to let it go. He took two quick steps forward and reached for the other man's shoulder. "Stop... Explain yourself!"
Feng Jun twisted aside and knocked his hand away, then turned back and asked coldly, "I lost money in the dorm. Don't you know that?"
Zhao Qi's face reddened even more. "Of course I know you lost money, but saying that to my face... what do you mean?"
"I'm just saying I lost money... everyone knows that," Feng Jun said flatly, spreading his hands. "I never said you did it. Why are you baring your teeth like that? Feeling guilty?"
After losing the money, he had asked around everywhere, so everyone knew about it. Everyone also knew Zhao Qi was the most suspicious, so no one could say Feng Jun was wrong to put it that way.
Zhao Qi had swallowed a silent loss and could only watch Feng Jun leave. Only after Feng Jun walked out the main entrance did he stomp his foot and curse, "Cheap, miserly bastard, and you dare slander me! Sharing a dorm with you is eight lifetimes of bad luck."
While he desperately tried to clear himself, Feng Jun had already returned to the dorm, packed up his belongings, made preparations to leave, then headed downstairs and straight for the mobile phone market.
He really was planning to buy a new phone. His old-man phone had only a handful of apps. The worst part was that the customized phone came with an uninstallable ChatChat app, yet did not have enough memory to update it. Snatching a red packet took at least half a minute, and it would freeze if he was not careful.
Before, he had been reluctant to buy a phone and worried it would be stolen. But now his future was bright, he would not be staying in the dorm much longer, and he had landed a big sale today. Why should he not buy one?
Most importantly, with a new phone, he could not only try more apps, but also find out whether his strange encounter was limited to old-man phones or worked on other devices as well.
He absolutely had to figure that out as soon as possible.
Feng Jun browsed the mobile phone market for quite a while before finally buying a phone. It was domestic, had excellent performance, and offered great value for the price.
The Maolin mobile phone used a nano SIM, while his old-man phone used a standard SIM. Feng Jun thought about it for a long time before deciding not to replace the old SIM card. He would leave the new phone without a card for now and test it over Wi-Fi first.
Buying the phone and having software preinstalled took him a long time. By the time he left the mobile phone market, it was nearly six o'clock.
He planned to stay at the hotel. He had already booked the room for a day, so there was no point wasting it. He had not checked out at noon for precisely that reason.
The hotel was not far from Hongjie Club, about a kilometer away. Feng Jun was familiar with the area, so he chose to cut through a small alley.
The alley was exceptionally narrow. It barely even counted as an alley, just a gap between several buildings. Two small electric scooters could pass side by side, but larger ones could not.
On the other side of the buildings was a bustling downtown street full of traffic, but this side was silent and deserted.
The moment Feng Jun turned into the alley, he spotted three people standing ahead with their hands in their pockets.
The three had their backs to him, so without thinking, he ducked back out. Then he quietly poked half his head around the corner to see what they were doing... Huh, there was actually someone he knew?
In the middle of the three was a broad-shouldered, thick-waisted man. Feng Jun recognized him from behind at a glance—who else could it be but Liu Shuming?
The next moment, a short man ran in from the other end. Urgent footsteps followed behind him, along with a woman shouting loudly, "Stop him... Catch the thief!"
She shouted, but who else was interested in meddling in this business? The woman could only chase after him alone.
When she rushed into the alley and saw three more people ahead, she froze. "Y-You... What are you doing?"
Liu Shuming had a piece of black gauze covering his face. He gave the woman a sinister smile. "You've got some nerve."
The woman chasing after the thief was only in her early twenties. She wore her hair in a ponytail, a white short-sleeved silk blouse, light-blue denim shorts, and white sneakers.
She truly was brave. Facing four burly men, after a brief moment of shock, she did not turn and run. Instead, she sneered. "Looks like this masked friend was waiting specifically for me?"
"If I don't cover my face, you think I'm waiting for Sky Eye to film me?" Liu Shuming waved a hand. "Take this bitch down!"
"Hold it!" The woman snorted coldly and spoke without haste. "Do you know who I am? If you dare touch me... you're dead!"
"Touch you? I'm going to rape you first, then kill you!" Liu Shuming grinned viciously. "Damn it, you just had to make it hard to part with your money."
Before he finished speaking, the two men beside him charged forward together, punching and kicking the woman.
But the woman was quite formidable. She actually managed to withstand the attacks of two men. Though she was somewhat overwhelmed and took several hits in succession, she still found chances to strike back.
It was not until the thief rushed up, leaped at her, and tightly wrapped his arms around one of her legs that she was completely forced onto the defensive.
"Damn it, I should've worn stockings."
At that moment, Feng Jun, who had been watching from nearby, finally recognized the girl—wasn't she one of the four girls from the day before yesterday?
Liu Shuming had tried to take advantage of them then, but two of the girls had been especially good fighters. This girl was one of them.
Feng Jun was not especially good at recognizing women, and this girl was no breathtaking beauty, merely above average. But girls who could fight this well were extremely rare.
Just as the girl was being pinned to the ground by three men and could scream herself hoarse without anyone hearing, clapping sounded nearby.
Liu Shuming turned his head in surprise, his eyes narrowing instinctively. It was you?
Feng Jun walked over while clapping, a broad smile on his face. "What a... spectacular sight. Filming a movie?"
Liu Shuming wanted to deal with this guy too. Relying on the black gauze covering his face, he deepened his voice and growled, "Damn it, if you don't want to die, get lost!"
That was what he said, but he had no intention of letting Feng Jun leave. He was waiting, waiting for Feng Jun to turn and run so he could attack from behind.
Feng Jun did not fall for that. He crouched, darted forward, picked up half a brick from the ground, and threw himself at them. "Fuck, what kind of skill is bullying a woman?"
He had trained in combat and moved with remarkable agility. In just three or four moves, he split open a huge gash in Liu Shuming's head with the brick and kicked another man flying.
That was only because Coach Liu had some skill himself. If it had been someone like Qin Tao, that useless shut-in, one blow from the brick would have knocked him down.
After Feng Jun took care of two men, the woman who had been pinned down also broke free. Seeing that things had gone wrong, the four men shouted and turned tail, running away together.
The girl was about to chase after them, but Feng Jun did not want more trouble. "All right, your bag is here. What are you chasing them for?"
The girl paused, then stopped as well. She turned, picked up her bag, and said with a dark face, "A monk may run, but the temple cannot... Thank you."
"It's nothing." Feng Jun shook his head with a smile. "Why did you chase them in here?"
"My bag was snatched. How could I not chase after him?" the girl replied unhappily. Then she tilted her head and looked at him, asking thoughtfully, "Have I... seen you somewhere before?"
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