The process of purchasing daily necessities and drinks was quick. Russell sent the order before going out. When he drove up, the things were ready.
After inspecting the goods, counting, getting on the bus, paying, and then blowing out a cigarette to brag to the boss, a month's worth of inventory is ready. Unless the sales of a certain drink are very good, he needs to make another trip in the mid-term, but this rarely happens. Since taking over the apartment building, he knows the approximate consumption.
On the way home, Russell went to a gym in the city center. He often came here for entertainment during his breakup, but he rarely came here when he became a landlord.
Gyms are aimed at the general public, with relatively low levels of hardware and software. Most of the equipment is treadmills, rowing machines, exercise bikes, dumbbells, barbells, etc.
It's very ordinary, but very popular, because aerobics and yoga classes are a highlight, attracting many wolf friends. Although they claim to be fitness enthusiasts and argue hard for it, their characteristics such as not exercising, never sweating, and wearing loose pants still expose their wretchedness.
For Russell's current physique, the gym is on the same level as playing house. He came here because there was a fighting club next door. The club was still under renovation at the time, but it should have opened now.
Since it was a fighting club, the equipment and facilities were definitely more professional than those at a gym. Russell decided to take a look first and apply for a membership card if appropriate, so that he could come often in the future.
The fighting club is located on the tenth floor of the building. Russell simply went through the formalities and went to the locker room to change clothes. His chest muscles are not very big, his body is not an inverted triangle, and his body fat content is not as low as that of professional athletes. But his advantages are smooth overall lines, solid leg muscles, obvious back muscles, and extremely eye-catching serratus anterior muscles.
He looks thin when dressed, but looks muscular when undressed. It's hard to tell that he has a good figure!
It happened that a coach from a club was also in the locker room. This was an experienced coach. He could tell at a glance that Russell had practiced. In order to prevent the little sheep with no basic knowledge from being hit, he immediately raised Russell's customer level and took him to the amateur area. .
Yes, there are only amateur players, no professionals. Even the word amateur is a bit elevated, and it is more appropriate to describe it as hobby and enthusiast.
Russell chatted with the coach for a while, and then he learned a little about the club's situation.
When a fighting club opens its doors for business, the owner's purpose is naturally to make money. He makes comments such as, 'I personally like the sport of fighting very much. The purpose of opening a store is not to make money, but to promote it to the public and let more people know about this sport.' , it is pure self-deception, the purpose of opening a store is to make money, and the purpose is quite clear.
It's hard to make money in fighting because it's not suitable for the masses, but it's not unattractive. In the eyes of ordinary people, the word "fighting" is very high-end, giving people an unclear and powerful feeling. Although they think it is dangerous, they can't help but be curious.
How to capture customers' curiosity and develop it into hobbies and habits is particularly important. If you follow the professional approach, then unfortunately, the customers will disappear the next day. They come here to sweat, exercise, vent... and brag and chat.
To put it bluntly, it is to relieve stress, not to seek abuse!
Rather than becoming a boxing champion, ordinary people want to be more practical. They want to learn two moves to defend themselves, or just to show off. As for how to play the game, which parts to hit to score high points, and which coach has the gold belt, they have no interest at all. Those things are too far away from them.
In order to attract customers, the club's coaches mainly teach some concise and beautiful fighting skills, or aerobics based on real fighting, which are very popular among young users. This is exactly the kind of fighting they want.
It can keep fit, shape your body, and look cool!
This is why the club seems to be quite large, but they are all amateur players.
"In fact, our main customers are the police force..." the coach said proudly: "It's still early, and our big customers won't come until the afternoon or evening."
The coach looked around, approached Russell with a sly look, and whispered: "Our boss has connections in the police force, so he doesn't have to worry about not having high-end customers. Those cops are energetic and... are willing to spend money!"
Russell: "..."
The coach played a few words with Russell again, and when he saw that he didn't talk much, he started to help him warm up.
Russell pressed his legs, stretched his waist, and started playing with the barbell, and then bench press, but these had no effect. The coach hummed and tutored him for a long time. He was very tired, but Russell was still cold.
"Dude, it's okay!"
Seeing Russell not blushing and out of breath, holding two dumbbells as if playing, he took him to the Octagon. The other side of the ring was occupied, and a few pretty girls were playing no-holds-barred fighting... It's an exaggeration to say that, but in fact it was just a hey-hey-haha punch, and then rolling around on the ground with their arms. They didn't care about the rules, as long as they were happy.
There is also a group of people watching, all of them men. Whenever a girl hugs and throws her to the ground, they will let out laughter that is destined to be harmonious.
After putting on the armor, the coach also knew that Russell was not a novice, so he emphasized some rules and directly began to test Russell's level. According to the coach, he has played in competitions before and won rankings, but his level was not at the top level, so he changed his career to become a coach.
"Pay attention, I will kick to the right, be careful to block!"
The two stood still, the coach gave a reminder, and approached Russell with small steps. His expression was very focused, and the rhythm of his steps was not amateurish. The moment he got closer, he raised his leg and kicked the armor on Russell's right arm.
Bang!
Russell blocked it easily. To be honest, he thought dumbbell training was more effective than this, but the coach was so serious that it was hard for him to hit others.
"This time it's you, just use the foot you're most accustomed to and just kick me over. Don't be afraid of hurting me!"
The coach took a defensive posture, moved slightly to change positions, saw Russell's shoulder, and judged that it was a right kick, and quickly raised his arm to parry.
This kick hit the armor, and the coach nodded secretly, his posture was very entertaining. And the next second, a huge force came down his arm, his feet softened, and he hit the Octagon directly.
who I am? where am I? What just happened? Could it be that I fell asleep?
The lying coach looked confused. He knew that he had met a master, but he was not angry. He could see that Russell was merciful and did not mean to hurt anyone. He stood up and smiled, first jumped a few steps in place, and then attacked Russell.
A high leg sweep went directly to Russell's shoulder. It was very fast, powerful, and rhythmic, but Russell blocked it easily.
The coach nodded towards Russell, indicating that he would attack instead, but Russell shook his head and refused, putting on a defensive posture. The coach was not polite either. He strode forward and punched quickly... but he was still blocked.
In the next minute, the coach no longer held back and used all the skills he had mastered, including uppercuts, leg sweeps, straight punches... a series of rapid and powerful attacks.
All blocked!
Russell couldn't help but gasp. The coach was already holding the octagon cage and he had nothing to do. He finally saw that the level gap was too big and they didn't take him seriously at all.
After the two left the Octagon, the coach asked enthusiastically: "Your reflexes are too strong. I have never met anyone more perverted than you. How about it? Have you ever thought about playing professionally?"
Russell shook his head, and the coach secretly said it was a pity, but he couldn't force it, so he gave himself a step up: "That's right, you look like you are probably not short of money, and your age is not suitable..."
Afterwards, the battered coach went to the locker room to feel depressed alone. Russell came to the equipment area. He wanted to know where his upper limit of strength and endurance was, and started a self-harming crazy training in the eyes of others.
Two hours passed. Russell did not find his limit. Instead, he received several fragrant business cards. Several girls came over to strike up a conversation and left them before leaving.
Most of these girls are rich girls from well-to-do families. They come here to learn how to prevent wolves. They look down on ordinary men, but it's different for someone like Russell who has great endurance.
He's handsome, has a good figure, and has strong stamina. If he can't be a boyfriend, it's still good to have sex.
Sexy men and women, they don’t think they have anything to hide!
Russell thought so too, so he collected all the business cards. There were two girls in them who had trained their breasts so well that they could pinch someone to death. They had to ask for advice on two tricks.
The coach, who finally got rid of the shadow and walked out of the locker room with a forced smile, watched all this silently, turned around and walked into the locker room again, this time he also took a towel.
"Which one should I start with first?"
Russell was quite troubled, and finally decided to start from B and upgrade the challenge step by step.
If you don’t have A, you can’t afford A!
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【Street Diary】
In the Phujie group, some people have just written tens of thousands of words, and they are asking everywhere if they can cut it if there is no shortcut.
I told him, yes!
