On the morning of the 22nd, agent Roger Philippe came to Detroit and brought him a strength trainer directly to his home.
"Zhou, this is Hughes Swelton, 36 years old, with a master's degree and has been engaged in physical fitness and strength training for 4 years. I think he has a very good level, at least first-class, but he does not have well-known clients. So if he is not famous yet, you can give him a try," Philip introduced.
"Hello, Mr. Swelton, please take a seat."
"Hello Zhou, you can call me Hughes."
"You guys talk first, I'll make coffee."
After the two greeted each other, Phillip went to the kitchen.
After Swelton sat down, Zhou Quan sat on the sofa opposite and asked seriously: "Hughes, my current requirement for strength training is to increase the strength of the lower limbs. The main purpose is to enhance speed, jumping, and agility. .By the way, I also hope that the increase in lower limb strength will enhance the protection of the lower limb joints.
My upper body strength can be reduced appropriately, and the overall tonnage can be reduced to 90 kilograms. Can you do it? "
Swelton said sincerely: "Zhou, Mr. Philip has initially discussed your requirements with me. I have considered them. I can fulfill these requirements. I have the ability. Please believe me. In fact, these requirements It’s not too demanding, I can do better.
For example, core strength, which you didn't mention, but only by increasing core strength can your overall strength be better exerted. And the stronger your core strength, the less likely you are to get injured. "
"You're right, Hughes, I hope to increase my back attack, so the back muscle groups are also in the training plan. I hope my lower back will be healthier."
"No problem, this involves core strength training, Zhou, we need a detailed communication, and then I will make a detailed training plan based on your requirements and my suggestions..."
After some communication, Zhou Quan decided to hire Swelton as his personal strength trainer, with a tentative annual salary of US$50,000.
This level is not high, but it is not low either. The current per capita monthly income in the United States is US$2,000, and US$4,000 has doubled. Moreover, if Swelton proves his ability in the future, Zhou Quan will also give him an appropriate increase. salary.
In addition, there are not many working hours. Swelton can still take on other clients, but it cannot affect Zhou Quan's training.
At this time, Phillip came out with coffee and said: "Zhou, I will get your training place done as soon as possible. Do you have any requirements?"
"I don't have any other requirements. Just don't go too far from here." Zhou Quan said.
"Okay, that's no problem. This is a high-end community with many fitness venues. We can just rent a training room. It's very convenient." Philip smiled.
At night, the Palace of Auburn Hills is brightly lit.
Zhou Quan drove to the arena, came out of the parking lot, and happened to meet a group of Knicks players.
He knows some of these guys, the sinister and cruel locker room leader Charles Oakley, the silent and awkward gorilla Ewing, the silly John Stokes, the best brother of the human movie Gerald Wilkins, the big-ass Mark Jackson, All-Star veteran Vandeweghe and so on.
"Boy, what are you looking at?"
Seeing Zhou Quan standing there looking at them, Oakley also stopped, stared at Zhou Quan with sinister eyes and asked.
"I am Zhou Quan. Welcome to the Auburn Hills Palace." Zhou Quan said with a smile.
"Iron Fist?"
Oakley was also a little curious. Was it this young man with a kind face who couldn't help but let people get close to him who smashed Ranbir's face and broke the postman's liver?
"Boy, why don't you go boxing?" he asked curiously.
“Am I masochistic?”
Zhou Quan complained in his heart.
Whether it was neurological reaction speed or spatial imagination, it was impossible for him to engage in boxing before, and he would be beaten to death in the boxing ring.
Even now, although his sense of space has reached full level, it is still impossible because his nerve reaction speed is still slow.
Just because the NCAA's number one executioner can beat Laimbeer and the postman doesn't mean he can stand in the ring and fight against professional boxers, because hockey executions are fighting, not boxing.
"Because I love basketball, it is part of my life." Without hesitation, he gave a noble reason.
Oakley shrugged his shoulders and said in a warning tone: "Boy, I'm an amateur boxer, so stay calm and don't mess with me and my people, or you will suffer."
An angelic smile appeared on Zhou Quan's face, and he immediately said: "Okay, old bird, as long as you don't provoke me and my people, I will definitely not provoke you and your people."
Oakley raised his eyebrows. He was not surprised. If a person who could become the number one executioner in the NCAA and defeat Ranbir and the postman acted like a weakling in front of him, he would definitely suspect that it was a fake. Iron Fist.
But he asked curiously: "What if we provoke you?"
Zhou Quan still maintained a gentle smile on his face, but said with a sharp sword: "Then I hope you can fight better than the postman and don't be knocked down by my punch. Don't be like that weakling Ranbir, no. Dare to challenge me."
Oakley's face twitched wildly. He was sure that this was definitely a licensed product, not a parallel import. It was a real Iron Fist, not a fake Iron Fist.
"Boy, don't think that just because you defeated those two guys, you think you are good at fighting. Those two guys are both tough. They are ruthless enough and black enough, but can they fight?"
He snorted coldly, and the ferocity in his eyes became intense.
As one of the four villains, he would not allow a rookie to act arrogantly in front of him, even if it was a rookie who defeated Ranbir and the postman.
"Charles, let me teach him a lesson."
A door panel stood out actively and shouted loudly.
"Who are you?"
Zhou Quan looked at the doorman curiously.
A muscular man about two meters tall. His arms as thick as thighs are not half as thin as a postman. He is the kind of person whose arms can run a horse. His shoulders are wider than him. His whole body is the same as a door panel. His body shape is somewhat similar to his. He is also He has a body like a door panel, but is a few times bigger than him, and is incredibly strong.
To be honest, this kind of figure is not good-looking. He doesn't like his door body. His shoulders are too broad and make him look shorter.
Seeing Zhou Quan's disgusted look, the doorman became a little angry, "Why, you don't like me?"
"Anthony Mason," he said angrily.
Zhou Quan nodded and asked, "Anthony, how do you want to teach me a lesson?"
Anthony Mason chuckled and said, "Wrestling."
"Pfft!"
A group of people behind Oakley laughed.
Zhou Quan was also startled. Door panel, are you the Knicks person responsible for making jokes?
"Anthony, get out of here!"
Oakley cursed angrily.
Looking back at Oakley, Anthony Mason shrugged and stepped back indifferently.
"let's go."
After Mason's interruption, Oakley didn't bother to cause trouble and left with the others.
