pjbooks Chapter 2 Slapping Contest
Chapter 2 Slapping Contest
Hong Jie has come back with ambition.
He wants to ride on his father's negative publicity to become truly famous.
The golden age of short videos is long gone, and the Regent Building is now empty.
The already narrow kung fu track makes it even harder to stand out.
Netizens have long been desensitized to images like chopping bricks or splitting wrenches; even someone as talented as Xiang Gongzi had to transform into an abstract artist.
To become a top internet celebrity, you must accurately align with current hot topics.
What are the current hot topics?
Unzip!
war!
The current environment is tough, and most people's stress threshold has been reached.
Short video content is often repetitive, and truly high-quality content that can help people relieve stress is extremely rare.
Stress relief products are urgently needed.
war!
The international situation is complex and volatile.
The Xia Kingdom is peaceful, but its national strength is growing stronger day by day. Everyone is eager to find "role models" and "heroes" who can fight their way out and promote the country's prestige.
Such as Wei Li and Zhang Zhilei.
This kind of heroic victory, delivered with raw, visceral impact, is what truly resonates with the Chinese people.
Nothing beats the currently popular international "slapping contest" for both stress relief and setting a benchmark.
Slapping someone in the face has a strong sensory stimulation.
Compared to boxing, fighting, football, and basketball, netizens accustomed to "fast-food culture" can receive emotional feedback in a shorter time.
Imagine working like a beast of burden at work all day, then coming home to wash away the fatigue, lazily snuggling in bed, and imagining your heartless boss, colleagues, unfaithful partner, and fault-finding mother-in-law standing in front of these tough guys who weigh three or four hundred pounds, trembling in fear.
Then, being hit by a series of sharp, ruthless, crisp slaps until your eyes roll back and you lose consciousness is incredibly satisfying and stress-relieving.
The exhilarating visual and auditory impact is something that no other sport can replicate.
Not to mention, they can also challenge Japanese and foreigners, naturally stimulating the wolf-like nature in the DNA of Chinese netizens.
This is undoubtedly the hottest topic in the current sports event.
Otherwise, the shrewd Dana White wouldn't have established the "Power Slap" world-class official competition.
"My Iron Palm is invincible!"
"The slapping competition has a lot of flexibility; it can lead to participation in grassroots competitions, allowing participants to thrive like Master Tianbao and the Lei family, who made a fortune."
"Aiming higher, he could break into the Power Slap circuit and become a benchmark."
"People like Weili, with the anticipation from international rankings, can become evergreen figures in the online world, possessing top-notch monetization capabilities."
"With the current surge in China's national prestige, other countries are eager to retaliate. Any international tournament featuring Chinese athletes naturally becomes a hot topic."
"The key is that I have real skill; my ability and popularity are mutually reinforcing."
"It won't be like Master Lei, with his incredible power, who was a flash in the pan, ultimately losing in the first round and becoming a meme, making it difficult to realize long-term economic value."
"Iron Palm is a perfect fit for this sport."
At this moment, Hong Jie's mind was filled with images of him angrily slapping the fake master, the Japanese devils, and the Western giants, draped in the national flag, shining the light of the Chinese people all over the world, and foreigners shouting "Kung Fu".
Of course, to get into Power Slap, having the ability alone is not enough; you also need a huge following and a celebrity referral.
Once you become famous, you'll naturally be praised and promoted, and influential figures will recommend you.
Sooner or later, people like Big Shark, Jack, Jack Ma, and Li Jie will pay attention to them.
Choosing a number isn't difficult.
After watching Master Tianbao's videos, Hong Jie filmed a few episodes about worshipping Buddha at temples. He put on a kasaya (Buddhist robe), found a few rough foreign actors to slap him, and the show instantly became popular.
Even though those fighting and slapping videos are obviously fake, people still regard them as gospel.
The netizens on this track really aren't picky.
Hong Jie felt it was time to clean up the slap circle and give everyone some magic herbs.
"Hello, is this the construction team?"
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Half a month later, Hong Jianguo recovered and came to the martial arts school humming a little tune.
If I don't practice for a day, my whole body feels itchy.
Hong Jie has been working from dawn till dusk lately, I wonder what he's up to. I thought I'd come and check it out.
As soon as we arrived at the door.
If it weren't for the "Hong Family Martial Arts School" sign, Hong Jianguo would have thought he had gone to the wrong place.
The entrance was magnificent, with red and green glazed tiles on the roof, and carved dragons and phoenixes, making it look like the Tang Dynasty imperial palace.
There is also a couplet on each side:
"He cleaved the two capitals, North and South, in two with his palm."
"Kicking across the five lakes and four seas."
The horizontal inscription on the large plaque in gold lettering reads: "Come and fight if you dare."
What an arrogant tone!
"Still not convinced? Come at me! Do you think I'm Ma Yongzhen?"
Hong Jianguo snorted, his gaze falling on a plaque on the wall: "Jiangcheng Slapping Competition Training Base!"
"Slap him?"
"Just practice your skills, what nonsense are you spouting?"
Hong Jianguo stormed in, annoyed.
Hong Jie was directing the renovations when he saw a small hall in the center of the martial arts school. Inside, there was a large, imposing tiger-skin chair with a plaque above it that read "Invincible Under Heaven!"
"You little brat, are you trying to kill me?" Hong Jianguo pulled Hong Jie aside and scolded him angrily.
Even now, while I'm hiding at home, people still come knocking on my door every day.
Once this signboard is lit up, the restaurant will be packed with customers.
"Dad, our Hong family's Iron Sand Palm is invincible. Who in the older generation of Jiangcheng doesn't know that?" Hong Jie said in a serious tone.
"cough!"
"Iron Palm is certainly...powerful, but martial artists should have martial ethics; how can they flaunt it?"
"Splitting two capitals in one blow, that's quite a show of it."
"Change it immediately!"
Hong Jianguo, having been hit where it hurt, forced a smile and waved his hand.
"Dad, my Iron Sand Palm is invincible, why should I keep a low profile?"
"If you're going to be low-key, are you still young?"
"I just don't have the money or connections, otherwise I would have gone to CCTV to beg for forgiveness long ago."
Hong Jie's main characteristic is arrogance.
These days, who cares about shame if they can become famous?
As you can see, many years ago, Crazy Master Li realized this and shouted out that profound truth in a corner of the campus: "I enjoy losing face."
Those who accompany their sons swimming, showing off their shapely buttocks in their underwear, have already made a fortune.
Shameless, huh...
"You?"
Hong Jianguo looked at his handsome, fair face with utter contempt.
So you're so high-profile, just so I can get beaten up every day?
What a rip-off!
"What's wrong with me?"
"It's just that the overall environment isn't good. A few years ago, if I had gone to South Korea, I would have been a top star. I wouldn't have needed to rely on your negative publicity." Hong Jie blew on his bangs, very confident.
"If you lack ability, just admit it. Why blame the overall environment?"
"Your old classmate Zhang Jun is just as good-looking as you, right? He got a job at Huawei right after graduation with a million-dollar annual salary. How come you're still stuck at home sponging off your parents?"
"I think you're the one who's ruining the environment!"
Hong Jianguo just wanted to get rid of this brat to avoid causing him trouble.
No matter how stubborn he was, he knew that this old man couldn't hold his own anymore.
"Fine, fine, I'm an environmental destroyer, see if I can get up or not, that's all."
"Take a look at this."
Hong Jie didn't argue with the old man and simply took out a printed business card from his pocket and handed it over.
Hong Jianguo glanced at the business card: "Ancient Method... Successor of Hong Family Hard Kung Fu, Vice President of the Youth Entrepreneurship Alliance Council, Member of Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association, and Special Grade Referee of the National Amateur Slapping Association."
"What a huge swarm! Isn't this fake?"
"Dad, you don't understand. These are called titles. Without three, you lose face. Nobody takes them seriously, but you have to have them."
"There's nothing we can do, netizens just accept this."
Hong Jie gave a dry, mercenary laugh.
"Then what's with this bullshit... this ancient method? It's just a bunch of fancy but useless nonsense!"
"You'd better get going right now!"
Hong Jianguo felt incredibly awkward.
"We can't go any further."
"Traditional methods are just a marketing tactic. Haven't you seen all the 'traditional method X-style Yi Jin Jing' and 'traditional method X-style Vajra Gong' things online these days?"
"There's nothing we can do about it, netizens just love this kind of thing!"
"Adding those two words makes people think you're the authentic one."
"With the surname as a guarantee, that's the final interpretation right. Even if Zhang Sanfeng or Bodhidharma came, they wouldn't be able to reason with us." Hong Jie had already done his homework.
"That's utter nonsense." Hong Jianguo was speechless with anger.
"How is that considered bullshit?"
"What netizens agree on is the truth; going against netizens is going against money."
"I'm not even married yet, and there's no prospect of a car or a house. City girls' dowries start at 388,000 yuan. Are you trying to mess with money and the Hong family's lineage?"
Hong Jie counted on his fingers and began to reason with the old man.
"Okay, okay."
"You have more theoretical knowledge than I do, so let them use whatever method they want!"
"However, let me warn you, you won't go far with this kind of nonsense."
"If we get a beating later, we'll both be a bunch of cowards, and that would be the end of us. We'd really be going down a dead end." Hong Jianguo poured cold water on his hopes.
"Dad, you don't understand. Who fights anymore? There's a new way to play on the kung fu track."
"Take a look at this."
Hong Jie opened the video of Master Tianbao slapping someone.
Old Hong cursed loudly, "Isn't this a scam? A two-meter-tall foreigner was whipped around in the air and even pulled at his pants before he passed out."
"This is a fake monk!"
"If it were me, I could slap her until she was completely confused."
"Isn't that right?"
"But they're just so popular!"
"Take another look at fighting the Japanese, and playing in regular international competitions."
Hong Jie then played several more videos of international sporting events.
"It was really satisfying to fight the Japanese devils."
"How could he lose in just one round? It's a pity about this young man with the Divine Power Fist. He just got started and then he sank. If he had taken a few more steps, he would have been a hit!" Hong Jianguo still knew a bit about the flow of information.
"Dad, I also want to participate in the slapping contest, fight the Japanese devils, step onto the international stage, show our national prestige, and demonstrate the heroic spirit of our Chinese sons!" Hong Jie knew his father had a patriotic heart, so he took the opportunity to say it.
Old Man Hong wasn't stupid; he rolled his eyes at him and said, "Ha, I still want to be a hero, but what about my age?"
"Son, making money is important, but we also need to be alive to enjoy it."
He offered his earnest advice.
These foreigners are as fat as bears, and their hands are bigger than palm fans. If you were to slap them on the head, their brains would splatter out.
Putting aside the matter of making dumplings or manu, with his son's limp, soft-faced appearance, Master Tianbao could probably knock him unconscious with a slap. After all, a person has some flesh and blood.
Is this kid heartbroken and gone insane or possessed?
We'll have to find someone to exorcise it later.
"Dad, I really..." Hong Jie was about to speak when Hong Jianguo raised his hand to stop him:
"How about this, you and I play a game. If you can beat me, then we can talk."
Since good advice was useless, he had no choice but to slap his unfilial son to wake him up.
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