A week after their marriage, Qin Hao and Gong Ruomei had a brief honeymoon, and then took Gong Baosen and Lao Jiang to the United States.
After arriving in the United States, Gong Baosen looked at the high-rise buildings everywhere and couldn't help but sigh.
"Originally, I thought that the great powers only relied on strong ships and powerful artillery to bully us, but now it seems that we have lagged behind an entire era."
Even at the end of the 20th century, people who went abroad for the first time would inevitably have such emotions, let alone during the Republic of China. It is no wonder that Gong Baosen would have such emotions.
Gong Baosen felt mixed emotions as he looked at the wide roads everywhere and the various types of cars speeding through the roads.
"Dad, we are here."
"oh."
It wasn't until he reached the door of his home that Gong Baosen withdrew his gaze with a complicated expression. The browsing along the way had already given him an indescribable shock.
Lao Jiang on the side was even more dazzled, feeling as if his eyes were not full when Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden.
After entering the house, sitting for a while and drinking some water, Gong Baosen asked Qin Hao to take him around again.
"Dad, don't worry. You need to take a rest first. The nanny is cooking. Let's go shopping after dinner." Gong Ruomei remembered that she was tortured by jet lag when she first came to the United States. Now that she has experience, she can work hard during the day.
It exhausts all my energy and I can't sleep well at night.
Gong Baosen still had to maintain his elder's composure in front of his daughter, so he had no choice but to nod.
"Dad, let me show you around the house first."
There are many household appliances in the villa, which Gong Baosen has probably never seen before in China. It might make a joke. In order to save the face of his father-in-law, Qin Hao offered to show the two of them around the room.
Gong Baosen and Lao Jiang followed Qin Hao. From time to time they saw some novel objects they had never seen before. They stretched out their hands to play with them and asked what their functions were.
While walking around, the thing that impressed Gong Baosen the most was the air conditioner. He had only seen this thing in China with an electric fan, but it was obviously not as cool as an air conditioner.
While eating, Gong Baosen suggested to Qin Hao: "How about we go to the martial arts gym you open later."
"Okay, there happens to be a restaurant not far away. Let's go there after eating." Qin Hao naturally met his father-in-law's needs.
As soon as he put down his chopsticks, Gong Baosen couldn't wait to pull Qin Hao out of the door. Lao Jiang also followed him, wanting to see what was different about this foreign martial arts gym. Gong Ruomei stayed behind to put the luggage and prepare the things.
Afternoon meal.
After driving for about ten minutes, Qin Hao and Gong Baosen arrived at the entrance of the martial arts gym.
Gong Baosen looked at the row of letters under the martial arts school's sign and asked, "What does it mean below?"
"The following are English letters, which Chinese foreigners cannot understand." Qin Hao explained with a smile.
"Oh, that's right."
When a group of three people arrived at the entrance of the martial arts gym, they saw a row of shoe cabinets neatly arranged, and several foreigners were changing shoes.
"Do you have to take off your shoes when you go in?" Gong Baosen frowned slightly, obviously thinking of the rules of some Japanese martial arts schools and feeling a little uncomfortable.
Qin Hao explained: "Taking off shoes is mainly to ensure the hygiene of the venue, facilitate cleaning, and also to avoid unnecessary injuries during sparring."
Mainland boxers basically wear cloth shoes, but in the United States, many people wear leather shoes, which are equivalent to equipping the feet with weapons when kicking people.
Gong Baosen's expression softened, he nodded, and followed the example of taking off his shoes. Qin Hao asked the administrator to open three cabinets and put the shoes in.
"This is our number plate with a key on it. When you come out later, you can just unlock the door and get your shoes."
"Well, not bad, it's quite convenient. You don't have to worry about wearing the wrong shoes."
Qin Hao led the two of them into the martial arts gym, introducing them as they walked.
"Dad, Uncle Jiang, this is the locker room. Students wear more clothes in winter. You can put your clothes in the cabinet. There is a shower room over there. There is hot water in winter. You can take a shower here before going home.
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Gong Baosen couldn't help but nod, and he didn't sigh with emotion until he finished shopping around: "Doesn't it cost a lot to open a martial arts gym like this?"
"Well, it's not cheap, it should cost hundreds of thousands of dollars." Qin Hao nodded.
Gong Baosen thought it would be expensive, but he didn't expect it to be so expensive: "Then, shouldn't we lose money?"
"Losing money? How is that possible? This is a partnership. If we lose money and make no money, who would be willing to continue it?" Qin Hao was amused.
"partner?"
Qin Hao organized his language: "To put it bluntly, in fact, everyone contributes money together, runs the business together, and everyone shares the profits together."
Gong Baosen looked at Qin Hao in surprise: "Can a martial arts gym still be opened like this?"
"What's wrong? I have opened more than thirty martial arts schools like this. If I were to teach alone, I would be exhausted and unable to teach."
Gong Baosen frowned: "But, in this case, whose disciples are those students?"
"Dad, in the United States, there is no such thing as a teacher, a father for a lifetime. Ordinary students here call their master a coach. If a student feels that a coach is not teaching well, they can always change to another coach." Qin Hao explained.
The more Gong Baosen listened, the more incredible he became.
While talking, Qin Hao had already brought the two of them to the training ground of the boxing gym.
On the periphery of the training ground are various strength training equipment, such as dumbbells and barbells. At this time, several students happened to be doing strength training.
Gong Baosen saw a student leaning on a strange-shaped chair, holding dumbbells with both hands like a press. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "How much does he lift?"
"You see, the dumbbell is marked 35P, which is 35 pounds. When converted into pounds, it is almost 31.75 pounds." Qin Hao explained.
Gong Baosen looked at the muscles of the student's arms: "How long has he been practicing with you?"
Qin Hao called the coach over.
"This is a new student. He has been here for almost three months."
Gong Baosen couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this: "You can practice to this level in three months? Has he had any foundation before?"
"No, he came to learn martial arts from us because he was often bullied in school because he was too thin," the coach replied.
Seeing Gong Baosen deep in thought, Qin Hao signaled the coach to go do his own thing first.
Afterwards, Qin Hao took Gong Baosen to the fighting area at the back.
This is also the real core area of the martial arts gym. The classroom on the far left is specially used by coaches to teach fighting skills. A white coach is giving lessons. When Qin Hao saw Gong Baosen leaning on the window and looking in, he took him with him.
Entered the classroom through the back door.
Since Gong Baosen didn't understand English, Qin Hao translated it word for word for him, and Gong Baosen nodded repeatedly.
After staying in the classroom for half an hour, Gong Baosen frowned when he came out.
"Among the things taught in your martial arts school, aren't there too few of our martial arts things?"
Qin Hao said unhurriedly: "There are many types of martial arts, and each has its own advantages. If we teach them all at once to the students, they will not be able to remember them or practice them, and they will not be able to practice them effectively. Over time, the martial arts hall will not be able to
When people come to learn, teach them something simple and effective first, and let them see the results. Then there will always be something they really want to learn, and then you can teach them again, and you can get twice the result with half the effort."
"Nowadays, fighting arts all over the world are doing subtraction, aiming to achieve the maximum lethality in the shortest time, but our martial arts has been doing addition, pretending to be mysterious and adding some messy metaphysics, without teaching the real thing.
The various factions do not communicate with each other, for fear that their unique skills will be learned by others. If things go on like this, there will be fewer and fewer people learning them."
Gong Baosen sighed helplessly when he heard this. He knew that Qin Hao was right. The survival mode of martial arts schools in the mainland was to "eat the apprentice". If the apprentice was given to the teacher, what would the master eat? In the first three years of learning, he would give
The master works like a cow and a horse, and he has to drink wine and eat meat for him, and he has to give gifts during festivals. How can any ordinary person bear this?
In addition, now is the era of hot weapons. No matter how good you are in martial arts, if you can knock someone down with one shot, wouldn’t Cheng Tinghua, the great master of Bagua Zhang, also die under the musketeers of the foreign devils?
"You are right, we should do some subtraction."
Afterwards, Qin Hao took Gong Baosen to the fighting area on the right.
There are five arenas in the fighting area, two of which are boxing rings and the other three are octagonal cages.
There were people training in the three octagonal cages. Gong Baosen only watched for a few minutes before his lips slightly opened in surprise. He waited for a while before asking.
"Are these people apprentices from your martial arts school?"
Qin Hao nodded: "The three wearing red gloves are all students from the martial arts school, and the one wearing black gloves is the coach of the martial arts school."
An expert in kung fu can tell when a move is made. Gong Baosen is keenly aware that the level of the people he is fighting is very high, especially those wearing black gloves. They can still handle it with ease in such a high-intensity confrontation.
It is easy to open a martial arts gym in China with such a level.
"How long have these students been studying?" Gong Baosen suppressed the shock in his heart and asked curiously.
Qin Hao took advantage of one group's intermission and called the coach over.
"Hey, BOSS, you're back." The black coach grinned at Qin Hao, showing his big white teeth.
Qin Hao smiled and patted his shoulder: "Well, how long have you been practicing as a student?"
"It's been almost three years, and I'm trying to get a ticket to the lightweight world fighting competition."
Qin Hao translated for Gong Baosen. Gong Baosen looked even more shocked at the young man who was breathing heavily in the octagonal cage.
"It took you three years to reach this point?"
"He had a foundation in boxing before, but in our case, as long as he takes the time to study hard and has a little talent, he can have a chance to enter the world fighting competition in three to five years."
Hearing what Qin Hao said, Gong Baosen became even more curious.
"When does your world fighting competition take place every year?"
Qin Hao was happy, this was the effect he wanted.
"The qualifiers will start next month, and the main tournament is expected to start in September and end in November."
Gong Baosen stopped talking. Originally, he planned to stay here for a few days and then go back. It was his first time going abroad, and there were still many things in the country that he had not explained clearly, so he always felt uneasy.
But today's trip to the martial arts gym made him very interested in the World Fighting Competition. If he didn't take a look, he always felt like he was missing something.
"How about staying here for a month and going back after watching the qualifiers?" Gong Baosen suddenly had an idea in his mind.
When they went back in the evening, Gong Baosen and Lao Jiang were also tired from shopping. After eating and taking a shower, they returned to the room and fell asleep.
After taking a bath, Gong Ruomei got into bed wearing a pair of silk pajamas and asked curiously: "Where did you take my dad to go shopping today? Why did he agree to stay here for a month so happily?"
Qin Hao hugged Gong Ruomei's slender waist and said with a smile: "Our dad wants to watch the World Fighting Championship. Believe it or not, he wants to watch the main event after watching the preliminaries, and he also wants to watch the finals after watching the main event.
, I will try to let our dad spend the New Year here with you this year."
Gong Ruomei stretched out her hand and pinched Qin Hao's nose, and said with a smile: "You are the only one with more tricks."
"But the finals can only be postponed until November at most. If we want our dad to stay for the New Year, we need your cooperation."
"How can I cooperate?"
Seeing Gong Ruomei's cute look on her face, Qin Hao was happy and whispered in her ear for a while.
Gong Ruomei blushed, rolled her eyes at Qin Hao, and then buried her head in bed.
Qin Hao chuckled and turned off the bedside lamp, then hugged Gong Ruomei's silky waist...
In the blink of an eye, a month passed. During this period, Gong Baosen was not idle. In addition to helping Qin Hao and Gong Ruomei's Western-style wedding, he would go to Qin Hao's martial arts gym whenever he had time.
At first, the students thought he was here to learn boxing, but upon contact, they discovered that this old man seemed to have something special.
"Old man, that's okay with you. How about we practice together?" A Chinese student invited.
If it were in China, Gong Baosen would naturally not attack others easily, as he would be suspected of bullying others, but in the United States, there is no such concern, not to mention that this is Qin Hao's martial arts gym.
Gong Baosen smiled: "Okay, then the old man will accompany you to do some activities."
Seeing the excitement, the octagonal cage was soon surrounded by students who were eating melons. However, in their opinion, at such an old age, Gong Baosen was definitely no match for the young student, as he was too young to be strong in boxing.
However, the result shocked many students.
The Chinese student was knocked down before he could last even one round under Gong Baosen.
"Wardfa?"
"Trash, you can't even beat an old man, I'll do it!"
Some students did not believe in evil, but they still did not persist for a single round.
If one or two of them can be said to be their favorites, but they are KOed one after another, then it is not a coincidence.
By the time Qin Hao came to pick up Gong Baosen for dinner, the old man had already killed six students.
"The old man is still getting stronger as usual." Qin Hao secretly laughed.
Gong Ruomei said with an arrogant look: "Of course, my father has never been defeated in his life."
What Qin Hao didn't expect was that when Gong Baosen went to the martial arts gym the next day, there were already people who wanted to become his disciples.
However, Gong Baosen had no intention of accepting any more disciples. He just selected two or three Chinese students with good foundations and taught them some Xingyiquan techniques.
"What a pity. If I were ten years younger, I would definitely be able to teach a few more outstanding apprentices."
