Start the liver experience with push-ups

"My child is as thin as a monkey and always gets bullied at school..."

It turned out that a middle-aged man was inquiring about the course.

He wanted to sign his child up for a winter vacation class to improve their physical fitness, but he was afraid that learning to fight would make the child bad.

"Of course, sir."

"Students nowadays are under a lot of academic pressure, their physical fitness is getting worse and worse, and their personalities are becoming more and more introverted."

"Signing children up for combat classes is not to teach them how to fight, but to enable them to bravely say no when faced with bullying. As the saying goes, 'One punch avoids a hundred punches...'"

Two female colleagues were vigorously introducing the benefits, praising their own combat courses to the skies.

Then, he also stood in front of the table and shouted a few words loudly, acting as a human-shaped sign to attract customers.

Perhaps it was the effect of the posters and advertisements, or perhaps it was Fang Cheng's image and temperament that added to the effect.

More and more people came to inquire and sign up.

More than half of them were young female white-collar workers or wealthy and idle housewives, and there were also a few old men and young men who came to join in the fun.

Seeing this, the two female colleagues took the opportunity to promote the courses vigorously.

"Ladies, if you want to lose weight, shape your body, or defend yourself against wolves, you can come to the club to visit and learn before making a decision."

"We are having a promotion now, with a 20% discount on all courses, and an extra discount for referring a friend!"

Some people paid the deposit with great trust, saying that seeing such a handsome employee in the club, the fitness effect would definitely be good.

Some people also asked about the difference in fees between "group classes" and "private lessons."

"Group classes are for building a foundation. If you want to advance, we can also provide one-on-one guidance services, so the price will be a bit more expensive."

"Then I'll buy twenty lessons and book this handsome young man as my private tutor!"

The speaker was very confident, obviously a wealthy woman with taste.

"Well, he's not a coach..."

"What a pity..."

Facing some flirtatious words and the occasional fiery gaze.

Fang Cheng remained calm this time, distributing flyers in an unhurried manner and answering every customer's inquiry in detail.

Because he decisively activated the Focus skill.

All the noise in his ears seemed to turn into an emotionless electronic broadcast, unable to cause the slightest ripple in his mind.

The areas where "Focus" can be effective are far more than just learning and exercise, it also applies to work.

At this moment, his eyes were firm, his attitude was upright, and his performance could be described as the most hardworking and dedicated employee.

However, this also seemed to confirm the saying that a serious man is the most charming.

The female customers looked at Fang Cheng's cold face, and their eyes couldn't help but shine even brighter.

Unconsciously, the clamor gradually dissipated and returned to calm.

Finally, it was time to close up shop.

Fang Cheng let out a long breath.

Then, he opened his palm and looked at the note that someone had just stuffed into his hand.

A line of ambiguous message was written on the paper:

"Young man, this auntie doesn't want you to work hard anymore, contact phone number XXXXXX."

Fang Cheng grinned and glanced at the two chattering women beside him.

He quickly crumpled the note into a ball and quietly threw it into the nearby trash can.

The two female colleagues were still in high spirits, discussing which restaurant to go to for a buffet after work.

Fang Cheng's face was full of fatigue, and his eyes fell on the skill panel.

[Focus lv1 (87/250)]

Gaining 6 experience points in one afternoon of work seems pretty good, but it also consumes a lot of energy.

Speaking of which, it is more mentally exhausting than usual exercise.

Fang Cheng rubbed his temples, his brows furrowed tightly.

Even with the assistance of skills, he tried his best to be patient and try to improve his eloquence and social skills.

But there is always a sense of being forced to do something difficult.

Thinking of the more noisy and complex scenes he will face as a lawyer in the future, Fang Cheng couldn't help but feel a little daunted.

A step-by-step career life seems to be becoming more and more unsuitable for him.

What's more, his ambition is not here...

Grandpa's illness and the expectations of being a champion flashed through his mind.

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly darkened:

"I need to think of a way to get out of the current predicament..."

After packing up his things, the tables and chairs were left in place.

Tomorrow morning, he will have to continue the enrollment work.

Fang Cheng picked up the folded display rack and walked back to the club with his female colleagues.

Passing by the corner of the elevator, he found that there were also advertising display stands here.

The photos on the posters were not sports stars or young and beautiful models.

But an old man wearing a white practice suit, with a kind and loving face.

"Master Ma, the master of Tai Chi, a famous Qigong master and health expert, is dedicated to teaching his unique skills. Don't miss it when you pass by, come and take a look!"

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A strong man stood near the elevator, shouting loudly in a hoarse voice.

However, those who passed by saw his bear-like figure and the tattoos on his hands, and all detoured from a distance.

"Ma Dongxi?"

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, a little surprised.

It was such a coincidence that he ran into him again.

Looking at his dark face and the thick stack of flyers he hadn't sent out yet.

Suddenly, a feeling of sympathy arose in Fang Cheng's heart.

At this time, a young man with yellow hair passed by, walking in a swaggering manner.

Ma Dongxi suddenly shouted "Stop".

Then, he kicked the yellow-haired man's butt, and then forcibly stuffed an advertising flyer into his hand.

The yellow-haired man seemed to be stunned and stood obediently, not daring to move.

This fierce and evil posture also startled the few people who came behind, and they all stopped in place.

Under the coercion, a group of people had no choice but to honestly take the flyers handed out by Ma Dongxi in turn.

Then, they gathered around like they were being punished to stand and patiently listened to him introduce what is called "Tai Chi Qigong" and why Master Ma is so excellent.

The yellow-haired man, who had successfully retreated, then secretly slipped away.

Fang Cheng shook his head speechlessly when he saw this scene and continued to walk forward.

To be honest, Ma Dongxi has also practiced fighting and is very strong.

If it weren't for the other party's identity and not wanting to get involved with the underworld.

Fang Cheng would have been willing to be his sparring partner, sparring and competing with him from time to time to improve his combat experience.

When he returned to the club, it was almost half past five.

There was no night shift today, and the cleaning work in the venue had just ended.

A group of colleagues from the logistics department were chatting and waiting to clock out and get off work.

Walking into the locker room, Fang Cheng could clearly feel that the eyes of everyone seemed to be a little different.

It is estimated that the news that he was transferred to the marketing department has spread.

Fang Cheng didn't pay much attention to it, packed up his clothes, and quickly walked out the door.

At this moment, he already had a preliminary idea in his mind.

When he walked to training hall number one.

He saw Xu Maocai, the head coach of the Sanda department, who had just finished guiding a few elite students and was also preparing to get off work.

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and then he walked straight forward.

"Coach, I want to learn Sanda!"

Of course.

The above are just the true thoughts in my heart.

Fang Cheng carefully considered his words and said euphemistically:

"Coach Xu, I am quite interested in the operation of the Sanda department. Can I apply to be transferred to your department for an internship for a period of time?"

Coach Xu was stunned when he heard this, and then his smile bloomed like a chrysanthemum.

He quickly grasped Fang Cheng's hands and shook them vigorously and non-stop:

"Welcome, welcome! Mr. Fang, you are really... really a talented person..."

For him, who has been having poor performance recently, this request is simply an unexpected surprise.