"Master Xiao Zhou, I am currently filming a movie and I need a replacement. Are you interested?"

In a fight club in Shanghai, a sweaty young man wearing close-fitting training clothes squatted beside the pillar of the training ground, with an excited look on his face, and said repeatedly: "I'm interested, I'm interested, of course I'm interested. Is Brother Yang working as a military substitute for you?"

"Yes, I won't hide it from you. My stand-in was accidentally injured while filming a fight scene a few days ago. Now the crew can't find a suitable person at the moment, so I thought of you. Let's see if you have time to come to the rescue."

Yang Yi's calm and unhurried tone was like an angel and a noble person in Zhou Mingming's ears. He gave him a chance to pursue his dreams when he was most confused in his life. Moreover, he spoke nicely and did not condescend to offer help. meaning.

Of course Zhou Mingming would not refuse. He endured the excitement in his heart and said repeatedly: "If you have time, Brother Yang, thank you."

"You're welcome. Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. I wish you success! See you on the set."

On the phone, Yang Yi chuckled and hung up the phone. Zhou Mingming seemed to be in a dream at this moment, and it took him a while to come back to his senses and start laughing.

Behind him, a man with bandaged hands looked at him impatiently and shouted: "Coach Zhou, are you done with the phone call? I pay on time every hour. If I am delayed for one minute, you will have to pay for it!"

The man's voice brought him back to reality from his excitement. Zhou Mingming quickly put down his phone, stood up and said with a smile: "Brother, brother, I'm sorry, I'm here!"

Zhou Mingming put on the sparring equipment on his hands and walked up to the man, but the man seemed not to let Zhou Mingming go, and even said a few sarcastic words.

"My time is very precious. If coach Zeng of your club hadn't been away today, I would never have asked you to be a sparring partner. Young people just don't have any professionalism."

When Zhou Mingming heard what the man said, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but thinking of the club's employee rules and for the sake of his little salary, he held back his anger and said with a smile: "Brother, in this way, I delayed you for more than a minute. I’ll give you an extra hour and a half as a sparring partner for free.”

"You want to tire me out! Who are you looking down on? Are you the one who is short of money? I think you, as a sparring partner, should train well when training with clients. You don't say anything when you rush to answer the phone after only a few minutes of training. It’s a waste of my time and money. The state I finally got up to is gone all of a sudden. Do you think the effect of my training will be good?”

Zhou Mingming also knew that he was wrong in the first place. Answering the phone during sparring time was a violation of professional rules. However, the man's condescending and contemptuous attitude and unreasonable tone made him very unhappy. He was still smiling at first. He suddenly became cold and said in a stiff tone: "Brother, it's my fault for answering the phone during sparring time. I apologize to you and double the compensation for your training time. If you feel dissatisfied and didn't practice for a few minutes before and after, I The money will be refunded to your card and you can find another coach."

"What's the meaning?"

The man's face suddenly darkened, and he asked angrily: "You look down on me?"

"I'm not looking down on you. The training partner also talks about the synchronization. As you said, if the synchronization is not enough, the training effect will not be good. In order for me to achieve good training results, substitution is the best choice."

The man chuckled, unable to hide his anger and said: "Go and call your boss over."

...

On the streets of Shanghai, Zhou Mingming was carrying a black sports bag and wearing a loose T-shirt. He had short black hair and slightly damp hair, and strong and correct facial features. At first glance, he didn't look outstanding, but after a long time, he felt comfortable. He had a lot of habits on his body.

The masculinity of a martial artist and the righteousness of a young man are blended together, making many girls passing by look sideways when walking on the street.

Zhou Mingming looked at the darkening street, stepped hard on the floor tiles with his white sneakers, and then sighed: "I'm fired again! What should I tell grandpa when I go back?"

Yes. He was fired again.

This is the third job he has changed this year, and it is also the longest one.

He thought he could do it next year, or even longer. Because he was quite interested in this job. He could earn money and practice his skills. Although he was mostly a sparring partner, it was much better than the previous jobs.

Unexpectedly, after working for less than a month, I was fired.

Think about the club's ace coach Zeng Fan, who earns a million a year, but was knocked down by him in three rounds. He is still a star coach of the club, earning a million a year. Without it, half of the senior players in the entire club

All the members are under him.

Shortly after he was fired, a man who was also a sparring partner stood at the door of the club, watched him leave, picked up his cell phone and made a call.

"Hey, Brother Zeng, I have good news for you. Zhou Mingming was fired and just packed up and left."

"Oh? Really? What's the reason?"

The man gloated: "That kid is unlucky. He offended Brother Jia by answering the phone during training. You also know that Brother Jia is a difficult person to take care of, so..."

"Haha, Xiao Zhou still lacks experience."

"That's right, not everyone is like me. Only you can handle people like Brother Jia."

The man flattered me.

The man on the other end of the phone laughed and said slowly: "No need to flatter me, there will be a boss named Deng at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, and I will leave it to you. You know the rules."

"Thank you brother, thank you brother!"

The man nodded and bowed in surprise. Isn't that why he did this? To make money and not be shabby.

"Well, in the future, if we want to be harmonious among colleagues, we should not make irresponsible remarks behind our backs."

The man on the other end of the phone said again. The man nodded quickly and said, "Yes, you are right!"

"Okay, I'll hang up if nothing happens."

"Brother Zeng, goodbye!"

The man pretended to be respectful and flattered.

He only heard a vaguely charming voice of a woman on the phone. After the call was interrupted, he spit on the ground and muttered: "What the hell are you dressed like a beast?"

On the bed of a hotel in Shanghai, a man known as Brother Zeng put down his mobile phone, and with a proud smile on his shirtless face, he hugged the charming woman next to him domineeringly and said: "If you offend me on my territory, this is the consequences.

.”

...

In the old staircase room on the East Bund.

The elderly Master Zhou was sitting on the sofa, holding a large cup of tea in his hand. He took a big sip, then looked at his grandson who was no longer shorter than him and said, "Decided? What do martial arts stars think in this era?"

If you want to get ahead, you have to endure hardships that ordinary people cannot endure. Once you enter this circle, you have to curb your impetuous temper. When things happen, you can't just use your eyes to see black and white, you have to think twice before acting."

"I know, Grandpa."

Zhou Mingming said happily when he saw that his grandfather agreed.

Then he ran back to the room and hurriedly packed some clothes. A few minutes later, he came out of the room with his suitcase. Master Zhou was still sitting there, his old figure looking a little lonely.

After Zhou Mingming's excitement, sadness followed. This was the first time he left his grandfather after graduating from college. He was already old, so Zhou Mingming stopped with some worry and said slowly: "Grandpa...

Otherwise I wouldn’t..."

"Stop talking! As a man, my mother-in-law and mother-in-law can do anything. Once you decide, just do it without any distractions. I don't need you to worry."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Master Zhou.

The parting mood subsided a little, and Master Zhou showed a smile and said: "If there is anything I don't understand, let me ask you, Brother Yang. You will repay this kindness in the future."
Chapter completed!