"Master Jiang, I don't like to beat around the bush, let's talk about the salary......" Wu Qingfeng said, "I know that for a master like you, our treatment here is a bit unsatisfactory......"

Jiang Ping wanted to say that it doesn't matter if the money is not money, I can still give you the money, but considering that saying this will arouse the suspicion of others, he waved his hand, put on a high-spirited posture, and said, "Don't talk to me about money." It's too vulgar to talk about money. I came to you, in fact, mainly for the sake of our Huaxia martial arts skills to be carried forward, and there are successors ......."

"Yes, yes......" Wu Qingfeng was afraid that Jiang Ping would not stay because of the poor salary, and he was secretly relieved to see him say this, and said, "But people always have to eat, Jiang seniors contribute to the martial arts hall, and I can't pay a salary, right, this is not in line with the rules of the rivers and lakes......"

Jiang Ping said: "You are right. There are no rules, but don't be embarrassed, I don't have high requirements, just eat well......"

"Senior Jiang is really a high-spirited and bright festival," Wu Qingfeng gave Jiang Ping a thumbs up and said, "Then I will give you the salary of other coaches and masters......"

"No problem. Jiang Ping said.

So the two sides agreed.

Wu Qingfeng pulled out a contract for Jiang Ping to sign, Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall will sign a one-year contract in order to retain martial arts masters, and any party who breaches the contract during this period will have to pay liquidated damages.

Jiang Ping glanced at the contract, afraid of being bound, so he waved his hand and said, "If you don't sign the contract first, you will try me for three days first, and I will also inspect the situation of the martial arts hall......"

Wu Qingfeng was also afraid that Jiang Ping would be scared away, so he didn't insist, so he agreed, and then arranged work time for him.

Qingfeng Martial Arts Hall is not the kind of long-term class, it is a short-term training nature, Wu Qingfeng roughly explained to Jiang Ping the way of teaching, and asked him to come to work in the afternoon.

After going out for a meal at noon, Jiang Ping came to work.

This half-baked coach, it should be said that he was a fake coach, began to teach apprentices,

However, Jiang Ping's "iron cloth shirt" kung fu is still very attractive to the students, and when he teaches, the students are very focused.

Fortunately, when eating at noon, Jiang Ping Baidu had an iron cloth shirt. Familiarize yourself with this set of stunts,

I have to say that Baidu is very powerful, there are methods of cultivation on it, and Jiang Ping's memory is also very good, he wrote it down after reading it a few times, and then he told the students about the set that Baidu came from, and told them to practice according to it.

"Master, this is too difficult. A fourteen or fifteen-year-old male student named Jiang Xiaojun had a bitter melon look on his face, and when he heard that he was going to wrap himself in a cloth and rub it, and then he had to roll naked in the sand, he frowned for a while.

Jiang Ping hesitated for a moment, and put on an educational tone, "Cough, eat hard, you can be a master, practice martial arts, how can you not be bitter." ”

"Master, after this iron cloth shirt is practiced, it is estimated that no one will want us girls. A girl of the same age said with a wry smile. This girl's name is Liang Haiyan.

Jiang Ping looked at the girl and said seriously, "How can no one want it? ”

"Poof, Haiyan, let's have a snack, don't be tricked by the coach yet. ”

"Together, ...... together" a group of students are all messing around.

"Master, you're not joking," the girl Liang Haiyan smiled shyly. "I take it seriously. ”

Jiang Ping smiled bitterly, and secretly said Isn't it, are girls so open now, even the coach dares to soak.

"Master, this iron cloth shirt kung fu is very cool, but to be honest, it is a bit difficult. A sixteen or seventeen-year-old male student said, "Besides, if you really practice, the skin is rough and the flesh is thick, and it really doesn't look good." ”

"The skin is rough and the meat is thick, you think too much. Jiang Ping touched his face, "Can my face be called rough and thick?"

"Yes, the master's face is not as we imagined, it's still a piece of fresh meat," Liang Haiyan said and stared at Jiang Ping with bright eyes,

Although Jiang Ping has no kung fu, to be honest, he can recruit a group of female students with this face alone.

"Master, do you have a shortcut?"

"Yes, master, you must have a shortcut. ”

"Shortcut?" Jiang Ping was stunned.

At this time, Jiang Ping also saw that these children were not here to practice martial arts, most of them came to play, it was summer vacation, the adults in the family were busy, and they didn't have time to take care of them, and they were afraid that they would run outside to fool around, so they signed up for a class, in fact, they were looking for a nursery school in disguise.

These pampered children, let alone let them practice iron cloth shirts, it is difficult to practice the simplest set of hard fists, so they can only learn to learn flower kung fu, to put it bluntly, they learn kung fu is to show off, so it is unrealistic for them to learn iron cloth shirts, so they said, "If you want to say that there is no shortcut, it is impossible, practicing iron cloth shirts, there is indeed a shortcut to the south, this shortcut is ......"

Speaking of this, Jiang Ping didn't say anything, and his face was as secretive as deep.

A group of students waited eagerly for him to say the shortcut to the south, and after waiting for a long time, they couldn't help but be anxious, and they said one after another.

"Master, what's wrong, why didn't you say it?"

"Master, you broke the sentence so much that you almost didn't kill us in a hurry. ”

Jiang Ping didn't know how to be perfunctory, he was a little perfunctory, but for the sake of that "super kung fu", he had to continue to fool, and said, "I can't say this, I said I'm sorry for my master, back then, in order to take my master's shortcut, I invited him to eat for three days......

"Master, I understand. Let's go to my house for dinner in the evening. Liang Haiyan said.

"Master, I also understand, my family runs a restaurant, go to my restaurant at night, and you can order the signature dishes as you like. Jiang Xiaojun said.

"Master, how can you go to that kind of small restaurant, if you want to go, you have to go to the big hotel, ......how about I invite you to Linjiang Hotel at night?"

Jiang Ping understood more at this time that these children were not here to learn martial arts, they were here to burn money.

So he followed them and said, "Okay, let's go to Linjiang Hotel together in the evening, I'll treat you." ”

"How can there be a reason for the master to treat him?"

"Let's AA system, let's invite the master together. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, practice well. Jiang Ping glared. "Whoever doesn't practice well won't take anyone with him at night. ”

"Practice, this is practice. ”

"Let's practice and don't live up to the coach's expectations of us. ”

"Don't worry, master, we will definitely not waste time, let's start practicing. ”

As he spoke, they all started practicing, playing sandbags, with tender arms and small hands, I don't know whether it was a fist punching sandbag, or a sandbag punching.

There are also those who are practicing boxing, fake models and fake styles, a set of powerful and domineering Bajiquan, which is stunned to become Taijiquan.

After practicing for a while, they all stopped, tired and out of breath, and then took out their mobile phones one by one to play,

The purpose of the martial arts hall is to make money, the purpose of the students is to play, and Jiang Ping's purpose is to get systematic rewards, all three are not related to martial arts, but the three are not inseparable, so they are at peace with each other.