Start the liver experience with push-ups

Afternoon, a little past one o'clock.

Fang Cheng didn't appear in the training hall where he was supposed to be.

Instead, he changed into a blue suit, holding a stack of advertising flyers, standing in front of Gate 7 of the shopping center.

The surrounding crowd was bustling and endless, all going to the mall for shopping and leisure.

"Hey brother, want to learn Kung Fu? Strengthen your body, essential for home self-defense..."

He occasionally shouted advertising slogans, handed out flyers, and promoted boxing classes to the men passing by.

However, he was met with a wave of rejections after only a few words.

On the other hand, many young women chose to stay and listen patiently.

But it seemed that their intention to flirt was more than to buy a class.

Some bold girls even directly asked for his personal contact information.

Fang Cheng had a polite smile on his face, but his forehead was slightly sweaty.

He felt that the work of the marketing department was simply not something a normal person could handle.

If he could choose, he would rather do 1000 push-ups than endure this awkwardness.

How awkward?

Like telling a bad joke in public a hundred times.

That's probably the feeling.

The day before yesterday, Fang Cheng found his supervisor and expressed his intention to experience various positions and accumulate work experience.

As a result, before the report was even finished, Manager Li took the initiative to call him for a talk at noon today.

At first, the conversation was quite harmonious.

As usual, he encouraged him with a few words, saying things like 'work hard' and 'the company won't mistreat excellent employees'.

Afterwards, Manager Li hinted that Fang Cheng could officially stay.

As long as he performed well, he would be promoted to deputy head of the department next year, and in a few years, he could even become the head.

Fang Cheng remained noncommittal and did not express his position on the spot.

The supervisor's empty promises were too far away, and the deputy's salary wouldn't be much higher.

Of course, having the opportunity to be promoted and get a raise was definitely a good thing.

Seeing that Manager Li seemed to be in a good mood, Fang Cheng took the opportunity to propose a request for a rotation of positions.

Manager Li pondered for a moment and said that he could consider it.

However, Fang Cheng needed to go to a new position first to prove his ability.

As a result, he was transferred from the logistics department to the marketing department.

Looking at the tide of people around him, Fang Cheng sighed inwardly.

He couldn't help but wonder if Manager Li had misunderstood due to hearing problems? Or was he doing it on purpose?

Wantong Shopping Center has been holding a lottery event for the past few days.

As long as the consumption inside the mall reaches the target, you can find the organizer to redeem gifts and participate in the lottery.

It is said that the prizes include refrigerators, color TVs, and the most fashionable home computers.

Therefore, even though it's not a weekend holiday, it has attracted a large number of citizens to join in the fun.

Fang Cheng's task today is to recruit a group of new students to sprint for the club's year-end performance.

There are also many industry competitors with similar ideas.

Those who run yoga classes, dance classes, health centers, and gyms upstairs have all come out.

Wantong Shopping Center has been deserted for more than half a year since its opening, and has been occupied by training institutions for half of its area.

Now that the shopping mall management is holding events to attract popularity, everyone will naturally not miss this opportunity.

Almost all locations with high traffic have colleagues from the same industry distributing flyers and advertising.

The club also managed to grab a prime location next to Gate 7.

"Fang Cheng-ge, can you come and help us?"

A sweet voice floated into his ears.

Fang Cheng looked back and saw two young ladies in OL uniforms waving at him.

There was a table at the door, and several advertising display stands that had not yet been installed.

It was his colleagues from the marketing department.

"Okay!"

Fang Cheng responded decisively, and his heart immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, doing anything was better than standing there handing out flyers.

After fixing the display stand and posting the promotional posters.

Patting the dust off his palms, Fang Cheng's eyes scanned the pictures and text on them.

The first two posters mainly introduced the club's environment, facilities, teachers, courses, and related preferential conditions.

The last one was a photo of a certain fighting star.

On the life-size image with strong muscles, his eyes were sharp and substantive.

On the right was a very eye-catching title:

"Fighting King Zheng Haokang will be visiting our club on December 17th, please look forward to it!"

Below was a large amount of text introducing the life experience and honors of this sports star.

Dongdu City, Wenchuan District, Sanda King, Olympic champion in boxing, two-time national champion in free fighting.

Afterwards, he switched to KFC and successfully won the lightweight gold belt, becoming the first Xia country boxer to win the world's top fighting event championship.

Because he had trained at the Global Elite Fighting Club for a period of time before he became famous.

Therefore, the club's management often uses his deeds as an example, as a golden sign to attract students.

It is said that this time they spent more than 100,000 yuan to invite him to give guidance classes, and many students have already paid in advance to reserve courses.

"Thank you for your help, Fang Cheng-ge."

A female colleague with a slightly red face reached out and handed over a cup of hot water.

Another female colleague immediately showed her goodwill without showing weakness:

"Fang Cheng-ge, you must be tired, sit down for a while, we are not in a hurry to distribute flyers."

The two women surrounded Fang Cheng, chattering non-stop.

Sometimes they cared and asked questions, and sometimes they complained for him, saying that the manager was stingy and should give him more salary when he changed positions.

Fang Cheng drank the boiled water and chatted with them casually.

But all his attention was on the last poster.

His eyes stared at the heroic face of the fighting champion, and his thoughts surged.

All along, Fang Cheng had a desire to see higher and broader scenery.

Because this involves the power level of the entire world, and it also relates to the upper limit that one can ultimately reach.

If... there are no extraordinary powers...

A world-class fighting champion means that he has already stood at the peak of human physical fitness, right?

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he thought to himself.

Perhaps only by observing and learning up close, and competing with real top experts, can he get the answer.

He glanced at the date, there were still more than half a month left.

He must seize the time to exercise and make some preparations in order to seize this rare opportunity.

With a slight thought, the panel appeared.

Fang Cheng stared at all the skills he currently possessed.

【Speed Reading lv1 (36/250)】

【Focus lv1 (81/250)】

【Cooking lv0 (52/100)】

【Cleaning lv0 (90/100)】

【Boxing lv1 (41/250)】

【Push-ups lv1 (1/250)】

【Squats lv0 (65/100)】

【Leg Raises lv0 (0/100)】

The squat and cleaning skills are close to breaking through, and he should be able to add points again at that time to continue improving his physical attributes.

According to the normal progress of the Six Arts of the Convict, he should also be able to unlock all of them within twenty days.

The most important thing right now should be to learn other combat skills.

You must know that the other party is after all a mixed martial arts athlete, a free fighting champion...

Just as he thought of this, a question suddenly interrupted Fang Cheng's thoughts.

"Excuse me, can learning this strengthen your body?"