The comedians in Xiaoxiao Hall are not a formal occupation, and they only pay 30 yuan a month for living expenses, which is not enough to make ends meet in a metropolis like Haijing.

Fortunately, the owner of the troupe also knew that the pay was too low, so the working hours of the students were extremely relaxed, except for the weekends when the theater business was booming, the whole class must be full, and the rest of the time was only required to work for half a day, and from 1 to Friday of the week, they could also get 1 day off.

With so much free time to pay odd job subsidies, coupled with the fact that the boss also takes turns to give opportunities to learn to perform and practice on stage, the students can grit their teeth and persevere, encouraged by their fiery dreams.

Zhang Jiao used to live like this, in addition to working hard as an actor as his main job, he also had to insist on guest appearances as restaurant waiters, convenience store salesmen, construction site workers... to be able to live.

But now the situation is different, and after successfully relying on his fantasy planting, he has a more lucrative part-time job.

The current world is not a peaceful and prosperous era, the people are extremely advocating force, in addition to the carved silk abandoned houses that do not seek progress, the middle-class slightly wealthy class, regardless of men and women, generally regard fitness and martial arts as the biggest fashion.

If you don't seek truth, you can at least have the body to train your abdominal muscles, mermaid line, and know a few fighting moves, which is more attractive.

With such a huge demand, there will naturally be corresponding industrial clusters.

In a metropolitan city like Haijing, there are thousands of large and small martial arts gyms and fitness and fighting clubs, and there are countless related positions, among which there is Zhang Jiao's favorite target.

The next day after gnawing on the pork bones, after taking sugar early in the morning, Zhang Jiao took a bus to the streets of Huayang in the center of Haijing.

It is full of high-rise buildings, and the steel jungle covers half of the sky.

Crossing the road to a shopping mall called Yida, Zhang Jiao took the sightseeing elevator to the top floor and walked into his first job search goal, the 'Pole' Fight Club.

When several reception ladies with heavy makeup and bright makeup at the front desk saw him coming, one of them immediately got up enthusiastically, bowed and asked, "Hello sir, do you need anything?"

Zhang Jiao smiled and said, "That, I read your online recruitment announcement and came to apply for a sparring partner." ”

Hearing that he was neither a member nor a potential customer, the entertaining lady's originally smiling face collapsed, and her professional smile disappeared in an instant.

casually picked up the pager and said, "Brother Zheng, Brother Zheng, someone at the front desk has come to apply for a fighting sparring partner, please come out." After that, he said dryly to Zhang Jiao: "Go to the sofa over there and wait for a while." ”

"Thank you. Zhang Jiao nodded and sat aside.

A few minutes later, a young man of medium stature, muscular man, wearing a white shirt and black vest that looked almost torn, strode out of the club.

After greeting the girls at the front desk with a smile, the man walked up to Zhang Jiao, looked him up and down, frowned and said old-fashionedly: "Young man, are you going to apply for a sparring partner?"

The physique doesn't look good. ”

"Director, don't look at me thin, there are muscles in my bones. Zhang Jiao hurriedly tightened the muscles of his whole body and made a toning movement, and said loudly: "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and I am quite strong, which is most suitable for fighting sparring." ”

"Yes. Director Zheng smiled noncommittally, "Sparring is not as simple as you think, and if you can work for a year and a half, you can do it for a long time."

Many people don't make enough money to see injuries and buy medicine to eat.

Most of the guys who want to make quick money without spending time and brains can't stick to their jobs after a week or two of work, so we hang job advertisements on the Internet for a long time.

If you want to do the same, don't come early, and regret it later. ”

"I want to make a quick buck," Zhang Jiao thought for a while and said honestly: "Your recruitment advertisement says that you can choose your working hours freely, 4 hours is considered a class, and the salary is settled every day."

I don't have a lot of time to work, so I feel that the best thing to do is fighting sparring.

But I really practiced martial arts since I was a child, and my physical foundation is good, so I hold on, I don't believe you can try it. ”

"Then come with me. Hearing his sincere tone, Director Zheng hesitated, beckoned to Zhang Jiao, and led him through the curfew and into the Pole Club.

The venue in the club is large and boxy, with all kinds of fitness equipment on the left;

On the right is the swimming pool separated by a glass curtain wall;

The space against the wall is equipped with various specialized fitness venues such as yoga, rhythmic gymnastics, and spinning;

In the middle, there are several rings of the same size as regular fighting matches, and soft plastic inflatable cages that imitate cage fights.

Because the time was too early, there were more staff than members in the club, and most of the ring was idle.

Director Zheng casually pointed to an empty ring and asked Zhang Jiao to go up after equipping himself with protective gear, and then he didn't even change his clothes, he took off his shoes directly, and jumped on the field in person with two fist gloves.

"Chief, are you going to try me personally?" Zhang Jiao blurted out in surprise when he saw this.

"By the way, I'm a professional soldier," Director Zheng said, moving his hands and feet, "My fists are very heavy."

You can take my fists and kicks and deal with the guests in the club, are you ready?"

"Come on. Zhang Jiao was a little nervous in his heart, but his mouth said without timidity.

When the words landed, Director Zheng had already taken a step forward, rushed to Zhang Jiao, and hit him with a swing fist on the cheek.

If it was a fight between the two, Zhang Jiao would definitely retreat sideways at this time, and then grab the enemy's arm with his hand to control his joints, but now that he is a sparring partner, he can only use his hands to protect his head.

Director Zheng's fist was really hard, and the punch went down to make a bang, because he was too careless, Zhang Jiao did not operate the qi and blood to protect his body, and half of his face was numb.

Director Zheng didn't continue to shoot after a heavy blow, looked at Zhang Jiao and said, "How is it, can you hold on?"

Zhang Jiao scolded his mother in his heart, but on the surface, he shook his fist and said: "The chief officer seems to have really undergone formal military training, and his physical fitness is really good."

But I'm going to hold on, let's get on. ”

Seeing that his performance was not like a strong support, Director Zheng was stunned for a moment, and said in astonishment: "It's okay, kid, it seems that I really underestimated you."

Hold on to the next set of combinations, and we'll sign the contract. ", adjusted his posture, and staggered his left and right hands.

Hearing the sound of fist blows here, the idle coaches and sparring partners in the club gathered around.

After watching the excitement for a while, a few guys who had a relationship with Director Zheng laughed and joked under the ring, "Lao Zheng is serious."

People look like they are in their 10s and 20s, and they come to eat with a mouthful of food, is it appropriate for you to do this. ”

"Director Zheng's demeanor has not diminished back then, and it is worthy of the existence of the tail of the former special forces crane, and this fist is thumping. ”

"What do you know, this is called 'punching Nanshan Nursing Home, kicking Beihai Kindergarten', a good hand can't beat it, can't we beat a young man. ”