Chapter 010: The Butcher's Skill in Carving the Ox (Part Two)
After he finished speaking, he walked back to Wang Jian's side and said politely, "Let me take you to change your clothes."
Wang Jian observed Yangzi's initial movements and noticed that although his hand and foot coordination was quite good, his footwork was evidently lacking. Therefore, after Wang Jian nodded to Yangzi as a signal, he waved his hand at him.
The third floor features a bowling alley and sauna, the fourth floor houses a bar and VIP lounge, and the fifth floor is designated as the VIP club, which is not accessible to general members
Wang Jian nodded and said, "Upon arriving at this esteemed place, is it true that without a local household registration, one cannot find work here?"
Wang Jian stroked his chin, furrowed his brow in thought for about twenty seconds, and then nodded: "I will only act as a coach"
Little Huzi was taken aback by Wang Jian's words, then laughed heartily and waved his hand: "Alright, I will send you a set later."
Upon hearing Wang Jian's words, the little mustache chuckled heartily, his eyes reflecting a hint of admiration. He then walked over to the manager, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Aliang, how many times have I told you to be more composed"
Come in
Yangzi glanced at Wang Jian, his eyes filled with displeasure: "I was quite harsh."
"Since you are here for an interview, let's have a chat." Little Huzi lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and then offered one to Wang Jian: "Do you have any practical experience?"
Let me take you to change your clothes first
After a muffled sound resembling a slap, a heavy thud followed as the object hit the ground
Brother, first have someone drive out this troublemaker
What is going on
After turning a corner, the mustached man led Wang Jian into a room filled with hanging sandbags and a boxing ring in the center. There was no need to ask; this was undoubtedly a fighting gym. Nowadays, wealthy individuals tend to seek out novel and thrilling experiences, and the simple treadmill and resistance machines no longer satisfy their eccentric tastes. Thus, practicing combat has become quite fashionable.
But brother... he is just insane, purely causing trouble
Aliang, please help me make a call to Sister Xuan, and then drive over to her place to pick up today's plan
Who allowed you to sit down
The little mustached man smiled and nodded: "Are you interested in practicing with me and my brothers? These are all gold medal coaches from our - picture - book."
This tentative kick, according to common logic, should either miss entirely or be blocked, allowing him to proceed to the next round of attack and create the illusion of having strong footwork. However, what he did not anticipate was that as his knee advanced, it met with Wang Jian's hand blade.
Yangzi certainly would not hold back; he raised his knee and struck fiercely at Wang Jian's face.
The demeanor of the manager while speaking is far from that of a formal high-ranking official; he clearly resembles a petty thug who is angry out of embarrassment. From Wang Jian's observation, this guy is likely the boss's younger brother-in-law or older brother-in-law; otherwise, a young slacker like him has no other place to go except to become a civil servant.
What surprised Wang Jian the most was the short man, who was no taller than 1.6 meters. He appeared to be quite frail, yet Wang Jian knew he was the most formidable among them. His physique closely resembled that of Bruce Lee; when not exerting himself, he looked like a frail old man, but once he unleashed his strength, the density of his muscles could far surpass that of the burly man who could break stones with his chest.
Wang Jian did not offer any defense; he merely pointed to the resume on the table, the implication being clear, indicating to the visitor that he was only there for an interview
From your words, I can tell that your parents dote on you
Little Huzi's eyes sparkled as he stood up and walked to the door, opening it and shouting loudly to the staff outside: "Call Lao Wu, Yangzi, Dabin, and Xiao Tian to the fighting room"
Brother, you haven't come for such a long time. Why do you start giving me orders as soon as you arrive? I am currently studying business management
Ah, the young man has quite an eye. You are not a local, are you
Setting aside the notion that Wang Jian is a master, the seedling assumed the starting stance of Muay Thai, and its gaze transformed to resemble that of a fierce tiger ready to pounce, faintly glimmering with a green light
Wang Jian was like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden, finding everything novel and fresh. He showed no restraint, eagerly inquiring about any peculiar devices he encountered, while the little man with a mustache patiently explained the functions of various instruments and the layout of the facilities.
Brother, I still do not know your name
Xiao He, clearly a person of some standing, walked in, and immediately the manager became submissive, merely pointing at Wang Jian to make a preemptive accusation.
Where could I possibly be? I also came from outside. When I first arrived ten years ago, I was in a much more destitute situation than you are now, barely surviving on leftover food.
Practical experience? What a joke! Who is San Ye? He is the kind of person who has fought from the East to the West, and if he doesn't find something to manage for three days, he gets restless. Zhang San's cat, Li Si's dog, and Zhao Liu's troublesome brother—who hasn't suffered losses at the hands of Wang Jian? ... And practical experience ... San Ye's accumulated experience is more than enough to compile a comprehensive guide to unregulated combat.
The man never lifted his head, still speaking in a contemptuous tone: "Do you understand my question? Who allowed you to sit down?"
Wang Jian carefully looked around at the little mustache and then silently shook his head: "You are not an expert; you can just enjoy the spectacle."
The short man, who was pointed out by Wang Jian, merely nodded indifferently at Wang Jian and swiftly climbed onto the stage, moving as nimbly as a mouse. As for Wang Jian, he leisurely walked up to the platform, not even bothering to take off the tattered canvas bag he was carrying.
Wang Jian scratched his head and spread his hands: "Do you understand politeness?"
a practitioner of a particular skill or craft
Wang Jian defeated the top expert of this club in a single move, taking only a little over 1 second in total
At that moment, the manager's eyes widened as he realized that the scruffy young man across from him was indirectly insulting his lack of upbringing. Consequently, he slammed the file in his hand shut and pointed towards the door
Good! Good!
However, perhaps because the manager's shouting was rather loud, and the morning here was quite quiet, several internal security personnel quickly arrived at the manager's office, followed by a man with a small mustache, who at first glance resembled Kogoro Mouri.
Go away
Outside, there is a profound silence
I am here for an interview
However, this is not certain. Just now, Yangzi saw Wang Jian and Xiao Huzi Xiaoge come in together, so it is possible that Xiaoge informed him. Moreover, this is not a life-and-death match; it is merely a regular practice, so knowing about it is not a big deal.
If viewed from the perspective of outsiders, they would surely mock Wang Jian, as he has chosen what appears to be the least impressive option. However, those present are aware of the underlying circumstances, and their eyes widened in surprise, especially that man with the small mustache. Though he remained silent, his heart was filled with joy: clearly, Wang Jian is a master! Even if he is not as formidable as Yang Zi, he certainly will not be far behind!
Little Mustache was taken aback by his words, then turned his head and forced a couple of stiff laughs, saying, "You really know how to joke, little brother"
Wang Jian wore a faint smile on his face, but in his heart, he was dismissive: "Are you a thug or a coach? I suppose only you know the answer to that." However, this guy is quite capable; these few individuals are much more formidable than the so-called champions who are constantly praised on television. Those so-called champions may perform well, but in a real fight, they would be utterly useless.
Of course, Wang Jian did not wish to appear overly arrogant. He first cupped his fists in salute to the four individuals, then pointed at the short one and said, "You, I concede to you"
Wang Jian's voice was very soft, audible only to Yangzi, who was less than two meters away. Upon hearing it, Yangzi's expression changed immediately. After all, those who practice martial arts know that one can discern the opponent's technique even before a move is made. This person is either bluffing or is truly a master.
Wang Jian was completely indifferent to the attitude of the person opposite him, continuing to ask the manager across from him in his own way. The roar of a useless person on the other side did not seem to bother Wang Jian at all
"So, you have practical experience, right?" Little Mustache did not pay attention to Wang Jian's words, but continued to talk to himself: "I am a fan of martial arts. I almost went to Shaolin Temple to become a monk back in the day. By the way, I have a few coaches who know a bit of martial arts. Could you... could you show me some moves?"
Wang Jian placed his resume from the bag onto the table, seated himself appropriately in the chair opposite the desk, and waited silently for the other party to provide him with news
Wang Jian chuckled and repeated it once more
This was indeed a decisive mistake on Yangzi's part. If he had engaged in a conventional manner with Wang Jian, given his agility and Wang Jian's nonchalant attitude, he could have easily lasted five minutes without much issue. However, his lower body was inherently weak, and when he attempted to strike, Wang Jian saw through it. The first move was countered, causing his strength to be redirected, which led to an unstable center of gravity. He stumbled and fell, and then Wang Jian managed to subdue his throat while crouching.
What courtesy is there to discuss with a poor person like you, get lost! If you don't leave, I will call security
Is the recruitment advertisement posted by you?
For instance, that fellow who is at least 1.9 meters tall, the muscles on his body are striated, indicating that he practices external martial arts, akin to the kind of skills used to break large stones with the chest. On the other hand, the one who is robust yet has a lewd expression, has yellowish-brown calluses all over his fingers, which clearly shows that he has trained in hand techniques like inserting iron beans.
I am here to apply for the coach position. Wang Jian gently pushed back the cigarette that Xiao Huzi had offered him and took out his own cigarette, taking a puff: "I am not accustomed to foreign cigarettes"
Suddenly, Wang Jian felt a jolt in his heart as he realized that this man was trying to get close to him, and the approach felt somewhat inexplicable. To be honest, Wang Jian would rather interact with someone like the earlier Ah Liang, who was purely foolish, than deal with a person who had a cunning and sinister appearance. Although judging a person by their looks is quite childish, the saying that appearance reflects one's inner self is not just an empty phrase.
Wang Jian. The 'Wang' in Wang Jian, which must stand upright even when buried in the ground.
However, although he was reluctant, Ah Liang did listen to the little mustached man. He glared fiercely at Wang Jian and stormed out, while the little mustached man sat in his seat and waved to the two security guards at the door, signaling them to leave.
They certainly did not spare the use of a whip to teach you how to respect others when they were young
This is Wang Jian's first experience of such a high-end gym; what he had seen on television was utterly inferior. Every area here has different signs and classifications, and there are even indoor tennis courts and golf ranges. From the outside, one could hardly imagine that this gym contains an entirely different world within.
The manager suddenly raised his head, squinted his eyes, and began to scrutinize Wang Jian, finally frowning and saying, "What do you mean?"
Although Wang Jian was completely baffled and did not understand what this little mustached man was up to, he was certain that the man had some ulterior motive. Moreover, this demand was certainly not as simple as just being a coach; otherwise, a high, handsome, and wealthy individual like him would not show such affection towards someone as financially challenged as himself.
I am here for an interview
Wang Jian said nothing, merely stood up and followed behind the man with the mustache, passing through the long corridor and staircase, and entered the main venue of the gym on the second floor
The sound from inside the door seemed somewhat arrogant and cold, but Wang Jian paid it no mind, directly turning the handle and walking in. The office was spacious, decorated in an exceedingly luxurious manner. The dark green carpet felt softer underfoot than Wang Jian's bed, and the desk by the window was as large as a double bed. Behind the desk sat a man who appeared to be under thirty, deeply engrossed in whatever he was looking at.
As for Muay Thai, it is certainly heavy
Wang Jian lifted his eyelids to glance at the man with the small mustache and sighed: "You are his brother; you should know what kind of person he is, right?"
Wang Jian suddenly chuckled, glancing at the manager named A Liang, thinking to himself: What kind of enterprise can you manage? Aside from state-owned enterprises, everything you manage is bound to go bankrupt.
No need, no need to change clothes
It's acceptable
Wang Jian made a sound of acknowledgment and casually remarked, "That must definitely be something shameful."
However, Wang Jian was somewhat surprised to see the four individuals who had arrived in the room earlier. Upon seeing these four men, Wang Jian immediately recognized that they were definitely practitioners, as their bodies and hands bore the distinct marks left by years of training. While this might seem inconsequential to an outsider, Wang Jian could discern at a glance the specific skills each of these individuals excelled in
Wang Jian adjusted his posture in the chair to make himself more comfortable, showing no reaction to the man's words. He simply took a sip from a bottle of tap water he had filled himself, then propped his chin on his hand and looked at the manager.
Is that all you have?
In fact, it is not that Wang Jian is unaccustomed to foreign cigarettes, but rather that he immediately detected the added substance in the cigarette of the man with the small mustache, which is commonly known as marijuana, a scent with which Wang Jian is very familiar. The old carpenter had specifically taught Wang Jian how to identify various drugs, including marijuana.
Little Huzi looked at Wang Jian and nodded, pointing to the window: "Just now, when you forced Old Liang back, I happened to be driving by and just followed in."