NO. 10 Butcher Ding Cuts Up an Ox (Part 2)

  "Come in."

  The voice from inside the door sounded a bit arrogant and cold, but Wang Jian didn't mind that, directly turning the handle and walking in. The office was very large, decorated to be luxurious, the dark green carpet felt softer than Wang Jian's bed, the desk by the window was as big as a double bed, and behind it sat a man who looked less than thirty years old, intently staring at something.

  "I'm here for an interview."

  Wang Jian put his resume from his bag on the desk and sat politely in the chair across from the office desk, waiting silently for the other party to give him a message.

  "Who allowed you to sit down?"

  Wang Jian smiled and repeated:

  "I'm here for an interview."

  The man still didn't raise his head and continued speaking in a disdainful tone, "Did you understand my question? Who allowed you to sit down?"

  Wang Jian adjusted his posture on the chair to make himself more comfortable, completely ignoring what the other person said. He took out a bottle of self-filled water from his bag and took a sip, then propped up his chin and looked at the manager:

  "I can tell from your words that your parents spoil you."

  The manager suddenly raised his head, narrowed his eyes and began to size up Wang Jian, finally furrowing his brow and saying: "What do you mean?"

  "They must have been reluctant to use a whip to teach you how to respect people when they were young."

  The manager's eyes widened, and he finally reacted. The little brat in front of him was being sarcastic and insulting his upbringing. So, with a "slap" sound, he closed the file in his hand and pointed to the door:

  "Get out!"

  Wang Jian scratched his head and spread out his hands: "Do you understand politeness?"

  "Don't talk to me about manners, you poor thing! Get out of here! If you don't leave, I'll call security!"

  The manager's demeanor, which doesn't resemble that of a high-ranking official at all, is clearly that of someone who is indignant and humiliated. From Wang Jian's observation, this guy is probably the boss's younger or older brother-in-law; otherwise, such a young good-for-nothing wouldn't have anywhere else to go except for being a civil servant.

  "Is this recruitment advertisement posted by you?"

  Wang Jian didn't care at all about the attitude of the person in front of him, and continued to ask questions as usual. The manager opposite him was shouting loudly like a madman, but Wang Jian seemed completely unaffected.

  However, perhaps it was because the manager's shouting voice was a bit loud and this place was quite quiet, so several internal security guards quickly arrived at the manager's office. Behind these security guards followed a man with a small mustache, who looked exactly like Mouri Kogoro at first glance.

  "What's going on?"

  Xiao Huzi was clearly a man of some status. As soon as he walked in, the manager immediately became honest and simply pointed at Wang Jian to come and accuse him first.

  "Brother, first get someone to chase these troublemakers away."

  Wang Jian raised his eyelids and looked at the little mustache, sighed: "You are his brother, you should know what kind of person he is."

  That little mustache was said by Wang Jian, haha laughed, and his eyes showed a few more appreciative looks. Then he walked to the side of that manager and patted him on the shoulder: "A Liang, I told you how many times, calm down."

  "But brother... he's just crazy, purely causing trouble."

  Wang Jian didn't make any excuses, he just pointed to the resume on the table, the implication was clear, telling the visitor that he had only come for an interview.

  "A Lian, can you help me make a phone call to Xuan Jie and then drive over to her place to pick up today's schedule?"

  "Brother, you haven't come for such a long time, how can you order me around as soon as you arrive? I'm studying enterprise management right now."

  Wang Jian suddenly let out a snort of laughter and looked at the manager named A Liang, thinking to himself: What kind of enterprise can you manage? Apart from state-owned enterprises, anything you manage is bound to go bankrupt.

  Although unwilling, Ah Liang listened to Xiao Hu Zi's words and glared at Wang Jian before storming out the door. Xiao Hu Zi then sat in his seat and waved at the two security guards by the door, signaling them to leave.

  "Are you practicing?"

  "It's okay."

  Xiao Huzi nodded at Wang Jian and pointed to the window: "Just now when you drove away Old Liang, I happened to be driving by and followed him in."

  Wang Jian carefully looked at Xiao Huzi for a moment, then silently shook his head: "You're not an expert, just watch the excitement."

  "Hey, you've got a good eye, kid! You're not from around here, are you?"

  Wang Jian nodded: "When you first arrive in a place like this, if you don't have a local household registration, can't find work here?"

  "What's wrong with that? I'm also from outside, ten years ago when I just arrived, I was even more down and out than you are now, almost to the point of eating leftover food to survive."

  Suddenly, Wang Jian's heart skipped a beat as he realized that this man was trying to get close to him, and the way he was doing it was quite inexplicable. To be honest, Wang Jian would rather deal with someone like Ah Liang from earlier, who was a bit of an idiot, than with someone who looked like a sly and cunning person. Although judging people by their appearance is childish, the saying "a face reflects one's heart" is not empty words.

  "Since you're here for an interview, let's have a chat." Little Hu lit a cigarette and took a deep drag before handing one to Wang Jian: "Do you have any actual combat experience?"

  Combat experience? Joke! What kind of person is San Ye? He's the kind who can't go three days without finding trouble, and has taken advantage of everyone from Zhang San's cat to Li Si's dog to Zhao Liu's bad brother. Who hasn't suffered at the hands of Wang Jian? And yet you talk about combat experience... San Ye's experiences would be more than enough to write a manual on ruleless fighting.

  "I'm here to apply for the coach position." Wang Jian gently pushed back the cigarette that was handed to him by Little Hu Zi, and pulled out his own cigarette, taking a puff: "I'm not used to other people's cigarettes."

  It wasn't that Wang Jian was unaccustomed to the smell of tobacco, but rather he had detected that this little hooligan's cigarette contained an additive, namely marijuana, which often appeared on TV. This smell was very familiar to Wang Jian, as Old Carpenter had specifically taught him how to identify various drugs, including marijuana.

  "In other words, you have actual combat experience?" Little Whiskers didn't pay attention to Wang Jian's words and continued talking to himself: "I'm a martial arts fanatic, I almost went to Shaolin Temple to become a monk! By the way, I have a few coaches who slightly understand some kung fu, can...can you show me some?"

  Wang Jian pinched his chin, furrowed his brow and thought for about twenty seconds before nodding: "I'll just be the coach."

  "Good! Good!"

  Xiao Huzi's eyes lit up, he stood up and walked to the door, opened it and loudly shouted at the staff outside: "Call Lao Wu, Yangzi, Dabing and Xiao Tian to the combat room."

  He finished speaking and walked back to Wang Jian's side, saying politely: "Let me take you to change your clothes."

  Wang Jian was confused and didn't know what kind of plane this little mustache wanted to make, but one thing was certain: he definitely had an ulterior motive for himself, and this requirement was not as simple as being a coach; otherwise, with his identity as a high-ranking rich man, he wouldn't have been so fond of this poor guy.

  "Shall I take you to change your clothes first?"

  "No need, no need to change clothes."

  Xiao Huzi was stunned by Wang Jian's words, then burst out laughing and waved his hand: "Alright, I'll send you a set later."

  Wang Jian didn't say a word, he just stood up and followed Xiao Huzi to the second floor fitness center through the long corridor and stairs.

  This is Wang Jian's first time to see such a high-end gym, the ones he saw on TV are nothing compared to this one. Every place here has different signs and categories, there are even indoor tennis courts and golf courses. From the outside, it's hard to imagine that there's another world inside this gym.

  Wang Jian was like Liu Laolao entering the Grand View Garden, everything looked fresh to him, and he wasn't reserved at all. Whenever he saw some strange equipment, he would go ask about it, and Xiao Hu Zi patiently explained the usage and location of various equipment and facilities to him.

  "The third floor has a bowling alley and sauna, the fourth floor is a bar and VIP lounge, and the fifth floor is the VIP club, which ordinary members are not qualified to enter."

  Wang Jian nodded and casually slipped out: "Those must be things that can't be seen."

  Xiao Huzi was stunned by his words and then turned his head to laugh stiffly: "Brother, you're really good at joking."

  After turning a corner, Xiao Huzi led Wang Jian to a room filled with punching bags and a boxing ring in the middle. Without asking, it was clear that this was a combat training room. Nowadays, rich people mostly like to play with new and exciting things, and simple treadmills and pull-up bars can no longer satisfy their eccentric tastes, so it's not surprising that practicing martial arts has become fashionable.

  However, what surprised Wang Jian was the four people who had arrived in the house earlier. As soon as Wang Jian saw these five guys, he knew they were absolutely from a family of practitioners, because these few people's bodies and hands clearly all carried the marks left by years of practice, which to outsiders didn't seem like much, but Wang Jian could see at a glance what each of them was good at.

  Take that big guy who's at least 1.9 meters tall, the muscles on his body are striated, indicating that he practices external family, that is, the kind of kung fu that can shatter boulders with a single punch. And that tall and sturdy but lecherous-looking guy, his fingers are all covered in thick calluses, which clearly shows that he has practiced Iron Finger techniques.

  What surprised Wang Jian the most was that little guy, who was at most 1.6 meters tall, and looked dry and shriveled on the surface, but Wang Jian knew he was the most formidable one here, because his physique was very similar to Bruce Lee's, normally when not exerting force, he just looked like a small old man, but once he exerted force, the muscle density of his body could absolutely surpass that muscular guy who could break big rocks with his chest by a big margin.

  "Brother, I still don't know what your name is."

  "Wang Jian. Wang Jian's king, even buried in the ground must stand upright."

  Xiao Huzi smiled and nodded: "Are you interested in practicing with these few brothers? These are all our gold medal coaches."

  Wang Jian's face showed a smile, but in his heart he was disdainful: 'Whether you're a fighter or a coach, only you know the truth.' However, this guy is quite capable, these few people are much more impressive than those so-called boxing champions who keep bragging on TV. Those boxing champions may be good at performing, but when it comes to real fighting, they're all useless.

  Of course, Wang Jian didn't want to be too arrogant either. He first bowed his fist to the four people and then pointed at the little guy: "You, yield."

  If it were placed in the eyes of outsiders, they would definitely laugh at Wang Jian, after all, he chose the one that looked the worst. But the people here are all aware of the inside story, so the eyes of the people present widened suddenly, especially that little mustache, his face didn't say a word, but in his heart, he was overjoyed: This Wang Jian is obviously a master! Even if there's no Xiao Mai, it will definitely not be bad!

  The little guy who was pointed out by Wang Jian just nodded indifferently and climbed onto the stage first, his movements as agile as a mouse. As for Wang Jian, he slowly walked up to the stage, without even removing the tattered canvas bag from his body.

  "Is that all?"

  The young man looked at Wang Jian, his eyes filled with discontent: "I hit very hard."

  "Muay Thai is heavy, of course."

  Wang Jian's voice was very small, only the reeds within two meters of him could hear clearly, and as soon as they heard it, their faces changed on the spot. After all, practitioners know that before even making a move, you can tell what kind of technique your opponent is using; this person was either pretending or truly a master.

  But that's not necessarily the case, Cai Zi just saw Wang Jian and Xiao Hu Zi coming in together, maybe it was Xiao Hu Zi who told him. Besides, this isn't a life or death match, it's just ordinary practice, knowing about it doesn't make a big difference.

  Putting aside the idea that Wang Jian was a master, Caozi made a Thai boxing starting pose, and his eyes also became like those of a fierce tiger out of its cage, with a faint green glow.

  Wang Jian saw Cai Zi's starting move and found that although his hands and feet were well coordinated, the footwork was not very good. So after nodding to Cai Zi, Wang Jian beckoned him over.

  The young man naturally didn't stand on ceremony, and with a swift movement of his knee, he struck Wang Jian's face with great force.

  This exploratory kick, according to common sense, should either be a miss or be blocked, and then he would be able to enter the next round of offense, giving people an illusion that his footwork is very strong. But what he didn't expect was that as his knee went past, he met Wang Jian's hand knife...

  A loud "slap" was followed immediately by a dull thud of something heavy hitting the ground.

  Wang Jian knocked down the club's number one master with a single move, and it only took a few seconds...

  This is actually also a decisive mistake of Zongzi. If he and Wang Jian came to the regular, relying on his agility and Wang Jian's carelessness, he would have no problem holding on for five minutes. But his lower plate was originally weaker, and when he made a move, he was recognized by Wang Jian, and the first move was countered back, causing him to lose balance, and then he fell to the ground and was controlled by Wang Jian...

  Outside the venue, however, it was eerily quiet.

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  This morning on the way to sign the EMS contract, I found a raw egg that someone had dropped on the side of the road and it had already become a fried egg... too exciting!

  By the way, can I get a ticket?