The process of purchasing daily necessities and drinks was quick. Russell sent the order before going out, and when he arrived by car, the things were ready.
Inspect the goods, count points, get on the bus, pay, and then smoke a cigarette to brag to the boss, and a month's inventory is done. Unless the sales of a certain drink are very good, he needs to make another trip in the medium term, but this is rarely the case
Since taking over the apartment building, he knows the approximate consumption.
On the way home, Russell went to a gym in the city center. He often came here for entertainment during his breakup, but he rarely came here when he became a landlord.
Gyms are aimed at the general public, with relatively low levels of hardware and software. Most of the equipment is treadmills, rowing machines, exercise bikes, dumbbells, barbells, etc.
Very ordinary, but very popular, because aerobics and yoga classes are a highlight, attracting many wolf friends. Although they claim to be fitness enthusiasts and argue for it, they just don’t exercise, never sweat, and are loose
Features such as shorts still exposed their wretched antics.
For Russell's current physique, the gym is on the same level as playing house. He came here because there was a fighting club next door. The club was still under renovation at the time, but it should have opened now.
Since it was a fighting club, the equipment and facilities were definitely more professional than those of a gym. Russell decided to take a look first, and if possible, apply for a membership card and come often in the future.
The fighting club is located on the tenth floor of the building. Russell simply went through the formalities and went to the locker room to change clothes. His chest muscles are not very big, his figure is not an inverted triangle, and his body fat content is not as low as that of professional athletes, but his overall line is better.
Smooth, solid leg muscles, obvious back muscle outline, and extremely eye-catching serratus anterior muscles.
He looks thin when dressed, but looks muscular when undressed. It's hard to tell that he has a good figure!
It happened that a coach from a club was also in the locker room. This was an experienced coach. He could tell at a glance that Russell had practiced. In order to prevent the little sheep with no basic knowledge from being hit, he immediately raised Russell's customer level and took him to the amateur area.
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Yes, there are only amateur players, no professionals. Even the word amateur is a bit elevated, and it is more appropriate to describe it as hobby and enthusiast.
Russell chatted with the coach for a while, and then he learned a little bit about the club's situation.
When a fighting club opens its doors for business, the owner’s purpose is naturally to make money. He may say something like, “I like fighting as a sport very much. The purpose of opening a store is not to make money, but to promote it to the public and let more people know about this sport.”
, it is purely self-deception, the store is just to make money, the purpose is quite clear.
It is difficult to make money from fighting because it is not suitable for the general public, but it is not unattractive. In the eyes of ordinary people, the word fighting is very high-end, giving people an unclear and powerful feeling. Although they think it is dangerous, they cannot bear it.
Live to generate curiosity.
How to capture the curiosity of customers and develop them into hobbies and habits is particularly important. If you follow the professional approach, then unfortunately, the customers will disappear the next day. They come here to sweat and exercise.
Vent...and brag chat.
To put it bluntly, it is to relieve stress, not to seek abuse!
Rather than becoming a boxing champion, ordinary people want to be more practical. They want to learn two moves to defend themselves, or just to show off. As for how to fight in a competition, which part to hit to get the highest score, and which coach has the gold belt, they are not interested at all.
No, those things are too far away from them.
In order to attract customers, the club's coaches mainly teach some concise and beautiful fighting skills, or aerobics based on real fighting, which are very popular among young users. This is exactly the kind of fighting they want.
It can keep fit, shape your body, and look cool!
This is why the club seems to be quite large, but they are all amateur players.
"In fact, our main customers are the police force..." the coach said proudly: "It's still early, and our big customers won't come until the afternoon or evening."
The coach looked around, approached Russell with a sly look, and whispered: "Our boss has connections in the police force, so he doesn't have to worry about not having high-end customers. Those cops are energetic and... are willing to spend money!"
Russell: "..."
The coach chatted with Russell a few more times, and seeing that he didn't talk much, he started to help him warm up.
Russell pressed his legs, stretched his waist, and started playing with the barbell, and then the bench press, but these had no effect. The coach hummed and tutored him for a long time, but he was very tired, and Russell was still cold.
"Brother, it's okay!"
Seeing that Russell was not red-faced and out of breath, holding two dumbbells like he was playing, he took him to the octagonal cage. The ring was occupied, and several good-looking girls were playing unlimited fighting...
That's an exaggeration. In fact, it's just a slap in the face and then rolling around on the ground. They don't care about the rules, as long as they are happy.
There was a group of people watching nearby, all of whom were men. Whenever a girl fell to the ground in a hug, they would burst into laughter that was destined to be harmonized.
After putting on the armor, the coach also knew that Russell was not a novice, so he emphasized some rules and directly began to test Russell's level. According to the coach, he had played in competitions before and got rankings, but his level was not at the top level.
Changed career to become a coach.
"Pay attention, I will kick to the right, be careful to block!"
The two stood still, the coach gave a reminder, and approached Russell with small steps. His expression was very focused, and the rhythm of his steps was not amateurish. The moment he got closer, he raised his leg and kicked the armor on Russell's right arm.
Bang!
Russell blocked it easily. To be honest, he felt that dumbbell training was more effective than this, but the coach was so serious that it was not easy for him to hit others.
"This time it's your turn. Just use the foot you're most accustomed to and just kick it over. Don't be afraid of hurting me!"
The coach took a defensive posture, moved slightly to change positions, saw Russell's shoulder, judged it was a right kick, and quickly raised his arm to parry.
This kick hit the armor, and the coach nodded secretly, his posture was very entertaining. And the next second, a huge force came down his arm, his feet went soft, and he hit the octagonal cage directly.
Who am I? Where am I? What just happened? Did I fall asleep?
The lying coach looked confused. He knew he had met a master, but he was not angry. He could see that Russell was being merciful and did not mean to hurt anyone. He stood up and smiled, then jumped a few times on the spot.
He took a step forward and then attacked Russell.
A high leg sweep went directly to Russell's shoulder. The speed, power and rhythm were very strong, but Russell blocked it easily.
The coach nodded to Russell, indicating that he would attack instead, but Russell shook his head and refused, putting on a defensive posture. The coach was not polite, strode forward, sprinted forward and punched, the punch was very fast... but was still blocked.
In the next minute, the coach no longer held back his hands and used all the skills he had mastered, including uppercuts, leg sweeps, straight punches... a series of rapid and powerful attacks.
All blocked!
Russell gasped for breath. The coach was already holding the octagon cage helplessly. He finally saw that the level gap was too big and they didn't take him seriously at all.
When the two left the Octagon, the coach asked enthusiastically: "Your reflexes are too strong. I have never met anyone more perverted than you. How about it? Have you ever thought about playing professionally?"
Russell shook his head, and the coach secretly said that it was a pity, but he couldn't force it. He gave himself a step up: "That's right, you look like you are probably not short of money, and your age is not suitable..."
After that, the battered coach went to the locker room to feel depressed alone. Russell came to the equipment area. He wanted to know where his upper limit of strength and endurance was, and started a self-harming crazy training in the eyes of others.
Two hours passed. Russell did not find his limit. Instead, he received several fragrant business cards. Several girls came over to strike up a conversation, which he left behind before leaving.
Most of these girls are rich girls from well-to-do families. They come here to learn the art of preventing wolves. They look down on ordinary men, but it is different for someone like Russell who has great endurance.
He is handsome, has a good figure, and has strong stamina. If he can't be a boyfriend, it would be good to have sex.
Sexy men and women, they don’t think they have anything to hide!
Russell thought so too, so he collected all the business cards. There were two girls in them who had trained their breasts so well that they could pinch someone to death. They had to ask for advice on two tricks.
The coach, who finally got rid of the shadow and walked out of the locker room with a forced smile, watched all this silently, turned around and walked into the locker room again, this time he also took a towel.
"Which one should I start with first?"
Russell was quite troubled, and finally decided to start from B and upgrade the challenge step by step.
If you don’t have A, you can’t afford A!
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【Street Diary】
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