Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 5 Wang Xiaoxian

After his father passed away, Hongjie tallied up his income.

The balance from tips alone is over five thousand.

It has to be said that live streaming is really lucrative. If you manage it well, you can also promote Hong's Traumatic Injury Plaster and easily earn over a million a year.

Traffic really is king.

To maintain traffic, strength must keep up, and entry into the international arena should be achieved as soon as possible.

boom!

Hong Jie secretly gathered his inner strength and suddenly slammed his fist into the force measuring device.

The bright red numbers jumped.

510 pounds!

"Lightweight kickboxing experts, such as Yang Jianping and Qiu Daliang, can probably deliver a punch of six or seven hundred pounds."

"The Grim Reaper can deliver over 800 pounds of force."

"Not to mention heavyweights like Zhang Zhilei and Tyson."

"With Zhu Yong's height of over 1.9 meters, even if he's a player who can't get playing time on the provincial team, he should be able to deliver a punch that can reach 600 pounds. His absolute strength is above mine."

"However, Iron Palm is not known for its strength, but rather for its penetrating and lethal techniques."

"With my invincible shield, I can withstand more damage than him, so my chances of winning are very high."

"We need to improve our strength as soon as possible, otherwise it will be very troublesome if we encounter a tough opponent who comes to challenge us, or if we want to go abroad to Tokyo to fight the Japanese."

Hong Jie breathed a sigh of relief and pondered to himself.

With a thought, golden light spread.

Hong Jie (a third-rate expert)

Martial Arts

Iron Palm: 29/200 (Minor Success)

[Golden Bell Shield: 90/200 (Minor Success)]

[Internal Skill: 93/100 (Beginner)]

After exchanging blows with my dad, my proficiency in Iron Palm and Golden Bell Cover increased by two points.

This is precisely the core reason why Hong Jie returned.

In the past, he had tried many training methods, but he always hit a bottleneck and made no progress.

It now seems that the only way to improve proficiency is through actual combat.

In combat, when nerves, muscles, internal energy, and breath are highly integrated and flowing smoothly, the effects of training techniques can be seen.

To put it simply, it means constantly being beaten and beating others.

In today's society, you can squat down as soon as you reach out your hand.

Participating in various violent competitions, such as slapping, boxing, mixed martial arts, and especially underground no-glove deathmatch, is undoubtedly the most effective shortcut to tempering oneself.

Of course, Hong Jie didn't want to actually get beaten up.

Before he has mastered the Golden Bell Shield technique to perfection, he needs time and suitable opponents to gradually explore his own strength and limits.

Choosing an internet celebrity opponent like Zhu Yong is a very cost-effective option.

"I can't master Iron Palm and Golden Bell Cover anytime soon, let's focus on internal energy cultivation first."

Internal strength!

Hong Jie's gaze fell on the glass wine jar in the corner.

This is medicinal wine that my dad brewed himself.

It can be drunk and applied topically.

It contained ginseng, goji berries, and a whole bunch of Chinese herbs whose names I couldn't recall.

My dad was a workaholic in the police station when he was young, and he was often covered in injuries. Even now, his hair is still black and he is still strong and healthy. It's probably all thanks to the effects of this tonic wine.

"Internal strength originates from qi and blood. Perhaps one can increase one's qi and blood and improve one's proficiency in internal strength by consuming some old medicines and old wines."

"Give it a try!"

Hong Jie was overjoyed.

He doesn't usually drink, and he didn't know the proper amount, so he just filled a disposable paper cup to the brim.

This wine is both spicy and strong.

Hong Jie pinched his nose and gulped down several mouthfuls. He immediately felt his lungs and viscera burning, and his blood and qi surged like a galloping horse.

He hurried to the lounge and sat cross-legged on the bed.

"They come without meeting, they leave without chasing, their will remains in my heart..."

After clearing his mind of distractions, Hong Jie pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth, silently recited the internal energy mantra, and took deep breaths and shallow exhales.

Guide this burning blood and qi upward along the Ren meridian, through the Guanyuan acupoint to the Baihui acupoint, then downward along the Du meridian, returning to the perineum and merging into the Dantian.

This is one small cycle.

After seven cycles of circulation, the body's Qi and blood flow smoothly without any obstruction.

Hong Jie then guided the Qi into the twelve meridians, where the Qi followed the blood and the blood followed the Qi, making the whole body unobstructed.

"Whoa!"

As dawn broke, having completed a full cycle of the body, Hong Jie opened his eyes and exhaled deeply, feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Become!

[Internal Skill: 94/100 (Beginner)]

My proficiency level has improved a bit after a long time.

Internal strength determines the physical hardness of Iron Palm and Golden Bell Cover, as well as their penetrating power and defense against target muscles, meridians, acupoints, and bones.

Once you reach a certain level of proficiency, your pure strength, attack power, and defense will likely increase significantly.

Then I can challenge lightweight fighting masters like Yang Jianping and Qiu Daliang.

After a quick wash, Hongjie went out and ate a bowl of rice noodles.

As soon as I returned to the martial arts gym, I saw a girl with her hair in a bun peeking into the gym.

"Who are you looking for?" Hong Jie asked.

"You're so handsome, you must be Master Hong Jie?" the girl asked happily.

Hong Jie glanced at her.

The girl had a pair of beautiful, bright eyes, and her face was rosy, just like Yang Mi when she first debuted.

In particular, her long legs and round, perky buttocks, accentuated by the blue bodycon jeans, are extremely pleasing to the eye.

Of course, it also has its flaws.

His chest was as barren as Hongjie's bunkmate from university.

I'd give it a 7 out of 10.

"Is there something you need?" Hong Jie asked with a smile.

"My name is Wang Xiaoxian."

"My dad told me you need an assistant, and I'd like to give it a try," the young woman volunteered.

"Your dad?" Hong Jie was taken aback.

"My dad is Wang Daguang. He said you have real skills, you can make people smoke from their fans."

"It just so happens that I studied media."

"I also know a bit about MCN operations. When you need to expose fake news, or hire other influencers to boost your online presence, participate in various competitions, challenges, or appear on shows and live streams, don't you need someone to manage and operate all of that?"

"I'll have to work a bit harder, as I'll be responsible for both operations and your travel and accommodation needs."

What do you think?

Wang Xiaoxian's plump little mouth kept talking non-stop.

So she was Foreman Wang's daughter... Hong Jie stroked his chin, scrutinizing her:

"Zhu Yong is coming to challenge us later, do you have any suggestions?"

"What you need most right now is a legal advisor," Wang Xiaoxian said.

"Legal counsel?"

"I have the martial arts association's template contract; it's a fair and voluntary competition." Hong Jie had no desire to deal with those bloodsuckers.

"It's no use."

"A good lawyer can extort money from his opponent if he gets injured."

"If you injure someone, you can also prevent them from being extorted."

"After all, if someone is really injured, the police might not admit to it."

"Whoever is injured is right, you should understand that, right?"

Wang Xiaoxian said.

"That makes sense, but I've never dealt with a lawyer before. Should I go find one now..." Hong Jie frowned as he looked at the alarm clock on the wall.

The lawyer immediately asked for money.

We need to find someone with the relevant major and the necessary skills.

Otherwise, you won't be able to control people, and you'll end up paying money from both sides, making you a complete sucker.

"Don't worry, I've already found one for you."

"The monthly consulting fee is 7,300. You can call me anytime if you need anything," Wang Xiaoxian said with a wink and a smile.

"Also, do you need bodyguards?"

"I've asked about the prices. There are quite a few debt collectors from Northeast China here. They charge 120 yuan per hour for a performance, and 12,000 yuan per month for a single contract."

"Over 1.85 meters tall, with big muscles and a loud voice."

Wang Xiaoxian had clearly done her homework.

"Forget about the bodyguards, can we negotiate the lawyer fees down a bit?" Hong Jie suggested.

Consultant... as the name suggests, you do nothing and just throw away over 7,000 a month.

It hurts to spend so much money.

"Can't be cut."

"The person I found for you is Zhou Baidao, the number one litigator in Wucheng!"

"This price is only because of my older sister; otherwise, he wouldn't even bother with you."

Wang Xiaoxian shook her head and pouted.

"Alright, I'll do as you say."

"How much monthly salary do you want?"

Hong Jie needs a capable and beautiful assistant. Wang Xiaoxian may have a small chest, but she's quick-witted.

"A monthly salary of 5,000 yuan, including lunch, and reimbursement for company expenses for commuting and meals during overtime work in the evenings. In addition, I want 10% of the company's profits and a year-end bonus."

"That way you won't suspect me of slacking off every day."

"We can only make big money if we all work together to grow bigger and stronger, right?"

As expected of Wang Daguang's daughter, she knows her stuff.

"Sure!" Hong Jie readily agreed.

He'll eventually make it onto the international stage, so compared to the usual agent's commission, 10% is dirt cheap.

With an assistant, a lawyer, and a father who knows how to do live streaming, the small team is beginning to take shape.

"Very good."

"Bring out your equipment so I can set it up. Also, give me your Douyin account, and I'll upload one or two videos every day from now on."

"Let's slice the old man's first, that way the flow will be faster."

"When things get busy again, we'll need to hire a photographer and editor."

"I'm going to register the company tomorrow, Monday, and set up a financial payment account."

Wang Xiaoxian brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, efficiently arranging everything.

"Okay, Mr. Wang." Hong Jie liked her confident demeanor.

"Yes... Assistant Wang!"

"You're the boss, I'm the assistant!"

"Get to work, tidy up the martial arts gym, so Zhu Yong won't think we're shabby when he comes."

Wang Xiaoxian, with her notebook tucked inside, began to familiarize herself with the place.

……

morning.

Du Meijuan, dressed in a black secretary's suit and black stockings, walked into Zhu Yong's office in high heels.

"Did that kid open the box?" Zhu Yong asked, a cigar dangling from his lips.

"It's open."

"It cost over eight hundred."

"Brother Yong, you're being far too cautious."

Du Meijuan naturally idolizes muscular men, and in her eyes, Hong Jie, with his delicate skin, is nothing but trash.

This money was completely wasted.

"Don't judge a book by its cover. Bruce Lee was short too, wasn't he?"

Zhu Yong smiled and took the documents.

The information is very detailed.

Hong Jie's physical fitness test scores from junior high school to university, whether he had been fighting or practicing martial arts, and even his shirtless photos from university are all included.

"I even threw up after running the 800 meters in college!"

"Heh, his girlfriend is quite pretty, but this little guy with such weak stamina, she's a naive college girl who doesn't know how to pick and choose."

"Arrange a car and go to Wucheng immediately."

"Also, call Ah Fei and the others. After all, we're on Old Man Hong's turf, and we're the second gatekeeper, so we need to be careful."

After reviewing the documents, Zhu Yong felt relieved, gave a cold laugh, and threw the documents into the trash can.

"Okay, Brother Yong."

……