No. 102 Dog Bear Plays Piano

  After dinner, Wang Jian led the people of Class 29 to the public square, where they sat in a row and Ye Wen began making reports on each person's data, then looked at today's sales.

  In the end, Kim Hye-myoung alone overpowered all others, not only becoming the undisputed champion of Class 29 but also breaking the school's sales record, and more than nine times that of the previous record. Except for another super genius emerging, Kim Hye-myoung's record can almost be permanently hung on the list without coming down again.

  And the second place is surprisingly Wang Jian, he strongly entered the second with a gross profit of 35,000 and a net profit of 34,900, and just ranked after Jin Huiming, this little pervert, became the first listed faculty member.

  As for the total score, Class 29 not only surpassed any other class in the school but also exceeded the combined scores of classes 1 to 10. This was enough to make Wang Jian proud for a month, and he could already imagine how proud his classmates would be when the statistics were released on Monday, and the scrolling message played on the school's huge display screen.

  However, the first place is on Wang Jian's side, and the last place is also... Dawei's gross profit is six yuan, and his net profit has reached a staggering 11,000. Although he bore the loss himself, this is almost as legendary as Jin Huiming.

  Moreover, Dawei became the most generous buyer. He didn't spend a single penny in his own class, but spent a total of 33,166.5 yuan at other classes' booths. He bought all sorts of strange things, such as yak blankets, student-painted oil paintings, socks, agate beaded bracelets, ceramic-made chessboards and pieces, almost getting his hands on every class's most prized items, piling them high in the back seat of his car, without a single gap.

  "You're really sick." Wang Jian looked at Dawei stuffing things into the car and could only silently shake his head: "Later I'll go to the martial arts hall myself, you go back and put away your things."

  "I remember it wasn't this much." Dawei scratched his head, looking helpless: "I didn't buy this many..."

  "You bought it!" Wang Jian stretched his head into the car and took a look: "Absolutely all yours."

  "Alright, that's all. Wang Jian waved his hand at those kids from Class 29: "Dismissed, don't go crazy on Sunday."

  "Wait! Big boss!" Ye Wen shouted from behind to Wang Jian: "We still have to give Li Nu and Huang Yue a share of the profits. Each of them can get nearly 30,000! Such a large sum of money, without you here, how dare I move it..."

  "Wang Jian grunted: 'You guys just don't get robbed, okay? Divide it as agreed.'"

  "What about your share?" Ye Wen seemed to be very sensitive and particular about numbers: "After deducting all the miscellaneous things, can you get 33,000?"

  "Here's my card." Jin Huiming handed her bank card to Ye Wen: "My money and Old Wang's money are all together in this account."

  Ye Wen looked at Wang Jian and then at Jin Huiming: "This is not good...the amount is huge."

  "Don't listen to her." Wang Jian also handed his newly issued bank card to Ye Wen: "I'm with a different bank from hers. Don't get it wrong... she's dealing with a huge sum of money."

  Ye Weno let out a loud whoop, then patted his backpack and turned around to shout at the entire class 29: "Brothers! Find a quiet place to divide the spoils!"

  His loud voice made everyone in the class blush, especially Li Nuo and Huang Yue, who had been selling their faces all day. One was greedy for money and the other was short of money. As soon as they heard that they were going to split the money, they got excited like the laboring masses who heard about the liberation of the whole country in 1949.

  Then those guys disappeared after wandering around. Wang Jian also dragged his little tail and took a taxi to the entrance of the Wu Guan.

  When they arrived there, they found that the inside was brightly lit, with many people gathered at the door, peeking and looking around, while inside, a sea of heads could be vaguely seen moving about.

  Wang Jian's heart suddenly rose with a bad premonition, and he hastily pushed forward through the crowd and squeezed in. As soon as he entered, his first glance was at Zhang Weiye standing in the middle of the hall, with an arrogant expression on his face, and there were three people on the ground that Wang Jian had no impression of.

  "What's this for?"

  Wang Jian took off his shoes and walked into the martial arts hall: "What's all the commotion about?"

  Zhang Weiye hehe laughed and invited Wang Jian to greet him: "Master! These people have come to collect protection fees!"

  "Where are Wu Zi and Liu Zi?"

  Wang Jian also smiled. To know that Xu Hu and his gang were just making a living by collecting protection fees, they were professional collectors of protection fees, and they collected them with a sense of entitlement. After all, they had to go to the scene, risk their lives for others. But these few people who were beaten down didn't look like they could be good security guards, after all, a person's appearance reflects their heart, and someone with a sly face couldn't possibly become the President of a country.

  Same reason, these people came to collect protection fees. I guess they saw that the facade was newly renovated and came over to extort some money to have a good time.

  But this time they seem to have really gone to the wrong temple and worshiped the wrong god, asking the martial arts school for protection fees. It's simply a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time...

  "They're having a banquet hosted by their boss today, they've gone to eat." Zhang Weiye said as he kicked each of the three men's buttocks: "Go! Ask my master for protection fees!"

  "I said, how come you're always here?" Wang Jian was also quite curious: "Don't you have work or something?"

  Zhang Weiye wiped his sweat and rubbed his face: "My old man said, now my task is to exercise my body and find a wife, don't care about anything else."

  Wang Jian was stunned, and a scene suddenly formed in his mind - Zhang Weiye was actually a mentally handicapped teenager. His father stroked his head with his rough hands, saying "Son, you can't do anything, just train your body well and find a wife. This is the greatest reward for our old Zhang family."

  "Master?" Zhang Weiye looked at Wang Jian's expression, feeling a bit puzzled: "I'm the second child in my family, with an older half-brother who's a scoundrel and a younger half-brother who's a rascal. What's the point of fighting with those people who don't have any emotional foundation? I'm not good at playing mind games, I'll get played to death. My old man knows that too. So why not just let me come out and learn martial arts to find a wife?"

  After listening to his explanation, Wang Jian finally understood. After all, this kind of infighting in the martial arts world has been portrayed as despicable in movies and TV shows, and Zhang Weiye seemed to be one of those carefree and ruthless people. Otherwise, after being beaten half to death when he came to challenge the master the day before, he would not have been able to come over so humbly and call him "master" the next day. Few people have such magnanimity.

  Of course, this is also one of the reasons why Wang Jian likes him. People who practice martial arts, their achievements are absolutely proportional to their breadth of mind, and I've never heard of a master with a narrow heart, just like the mysterious mental method written inside, there's a certain connection between them.

  "What protection fees do you collect?" Wang Jian squatted on the ground, patted those who were knocked down by Zhang Weiye for collecting protection fees: "Next time when collecting protection fees, be sure to look at the place clearly. Places like taekwondo halls, judo halls, and martial arts halls are not allowed to enter."

  "Alright," said Wang Jian, patting their shoulders. "Let's go."

  "Master? Are you letting them go?" Zhang Weilong snapped his fingers: "I haven't had my fun yet!"

  After hearing him speak, the three people who were beaten up immediately stopped pretending to be dead, got up and ran out quickly, and disappeared in an instant.

  "Is it just you tomorrow on Saturday?"

  "Not yet." Zhang Weilong shook his head: "Everyone is here, just went to eat. Master, don't say that. The training method you taught us really works."

  Wang Jian actually taught them differently from Lin Yaxuan, after all, Lin Yaxuan had no foundation, while these people had some foundation, so Wang Jian made them do the same thing every day, which was to hit the same point on a fixed sandbag with the same force, ten thousand times...

  The reason for doing so is simple, it's to thoroughly understand one's own limit of exertion each time. After all, martial arts are different from arithmetic, martial arts can hurt others, but they can also easily hurt oneself. Before understanding oneself, it's absolutely easy to break one's own bones with a single punch.

  And if a fracture occurs, one's lifetime achievements will be greatly limited. After all, it is difficult for someone with an old injury to reach the pinnacle of success.

  That day, Wang Jian was sparring with Zhang Weilong when he discovered that although Zhang had been training for a long time, he still couldn't grasp his own abilities. In other words, his brain wasn't flexible and he wouldn't adapt. It's like Spider-Man competing with the Hulk in strength, the Hulk competing with Iron Man in flying high, and Iron Man competing with Sun Wukong in speed...

  In the end, it will all die out...

  "Today I'll teach you how to play dodgeball?" Wang Jian casually made two gestures: "This is quite important. Because you all started learning judo, if I focus on training your agility, you should become stronger."

  "Dodgeball?" Zhang Weilong smiled complacently: "No big deal, this is too basic."

  Wang Jian smiled but didn't speak, all the way until half an hour later...

  "Master, I surrender..." Zhang Weilong lay on the ground, his face was purple with exhaustion: "Can't take it... who can withstand this dodgeball?"

  Originally, Wang Jian's dodgeball was to tie many steel balls together with a rope and hang them from the ceiling, forming an uneven ball array. Then... the requirement is simple: within 20 minutes, if any of them touch your body, add one minute!

  "I'll give you a demonstration, it's got a pretty vivid name, called 'bear playing the piano', and it's all about being meticulous."

  He had just finished speaking when Xu Hu's loud voice came from outside: "Master! Master! I'm here!"

  Looking at the drunk Xu Hu, Wang Jian was stunned: "Huh?"

  "It's nothing, I just haven't seen you for a long time." Xu Hu put his hand on Wang Jian's shoulder: "I miss you..."

  "Starting from tomorrow, you can't drink anymore." Wang Jian waved his hand: "If you really can't hold on, no more than one bottle of beer a day."

  "You're going to be the death of me..."

  Xu Hu sighed and sat down on the ground: "Today, I heard some news that a few big bosses in the city want to hold a martial arts conference, with a prize of 100,000 yuan for first place!"

  Wang Jian was taken aback: "The Martial Arts Assembly?"

  I'm exhausted, I won't be able to hold on anymore, this period of time is a rush. My whole body has been ruined, I was typing well today, but suddenly fell asleep, and when I woke up it was already 10:30...