Who made him participate in the slapping contest?

Chapter 12 Huang Tiandu of Bajiquan

Beijing.

Shenli Martial Arts School.

Ji Wenjin sat at a tea table in a corner of the martial arts school, gnawing on boneless chicken feet and drinking tea that cost tens of thousands of yuan per kilogram, but he couldn't feel happy at all.

He has practiced the Divine Strength Fist since childhood.

A few years ago, he caught the wave of live streaming and was hailed by netizens as the young generation's master of Divine Power Fist.

Now disciples are everywhere.

There are three fools under his tutelage... and three heroes.

The eldest disciple, Lei Dagang, is proficient in the Divine Strength Fist, especially skilled at opening cans and smashing wrenches with a single finger, providing maximum entertainment value.

Six months ago, Ji Wenjin believed that this boy had "fully inherited the true power of the gods" and spent a lot of money to buy his way onto the slap track, where he made a name for himself in a battle against the Japanese at the Tokyo Club.

Unfortunately, he was knocked out in his first Power Slap match and ended up looking like a meme.

Ji Wen recently spent millions, hoping to create a brand for the Divine Power Fist and capitalize on the current trend of patriotic heroes.

Unexpectedly, all their efforts were in vain.

All the money wasted, and now he still has to pay out of his own pocket every month to treat Lei Dagang's injuries.

What a huge loss!

With the martial arts gym experiencing a sharp decline in visitors and constant online criticism, Ji Wenjin, who is only in her early thirties, has become quite worried.

The competitive and traditional martial arts track is different from others; it all comes down to strength.

The eldest apprentice was killed.

The second apprentice, Kong Shan, is a big guy who is two meters tall and shouts slogans loudly. He is quite good at acting, but he gets stage fright when it comes to fighting for real.

The third disciple is a female student who retired from mixed martial arts.

But this girl is too shrewd. When she needs to ride the coattails of others, she'll come to the sect and flaunt her status to get some attention. But when it comes to actually getting involved with her, she'll hide faster than a cat.

The key point is that Ji Wenjin knows the moves of the Divine Power Fist. They're good for bluffing, but if you really fight a professional, you're just asking for trouble.

Ji Wenjin is currently annoyed because netizens are tired of the same old routine of having someone pat his back, bump his hands, pat his thighs, and perform gua sha. Even if they spend a lot of money to bring out another one, it won't be able to fight any tough battles.

It's a complete waste of money.

As the number of video views and likes decreased, martial arts school students were requesting refunds every few days.

He was genuinely panicked.

These days, without traffic, your account can sink without a trace, and where are you going to make money?

Fortunately, Ji Wenjin discovered a promising talent.

Hong Jie!

He carefully studied the match between Hong Jie and Zhu Yong, and personally sent people to visit hospitals in Wucheng, including those close to Zhu Yong.

After confirming that Zhu Yong was not involved in match-fixing and that his injury was unusual, Ji Wenjin astutely drew his own conclusion.

Hong Jie might have some genuine skills.

If you can take someone on as an apprentice, the chances of them succeeding are very high.

"Master Ji, a few internet celebrities want to come to our martial arts school to challenge us to a slapping contest. Should we accept or not?" Assistant Fang Hong walked over, her high heels clicking on the floor.

"Same as always, those with fewer fans than us, we'll make them pay at least 50,000."

"If a female internet celebrity is willing to be spanked, have her thigh slapped, and say something sweet, then it's fine if we don't give in."

Ji Wenjin frowned.

The traffic isn't picking up right now, and the only decent videos are those that skirt the edges of reality and slap buttocks.

"Those with more fans than us, we'll serve them the best cigarettes and tea."

"People praise each other to make them feel superior."

"Let's film a video of them exchanging ideas and going 50/50. If Da Gang is here, we can have him demonstrate how to shove Red Bull and Sprite into his hands to appease him."

"The other party is good at acting; give them a red envelope for the transportation fare."

"Those who don't perform well, give them the cold shoulder and tell them to get lost!"

"Also, tell Ah Bin and the others to set up a defensive formation to prevent anyone from causing trouble. Make sure to check their equipment before they leave."

"Once you're in our martial arts school, we absolutely will not allow a single incriminating video to leak out."

Ji Wenjin patiently instructed him, "These are turbulent times; we can't afford any mistakes."

"Okay, I'll go to the front desk to pick them up right away," Fang Hong said.

"Xiao Fang, is there any news about Hong Jie, the Iron Palm Master from Wucheng?" Ji Wenjin called out to her, asking with concern.

"No," Fang Hongnuo replied.

"Send another message saying that I have a special connection with him and that I admire him very much."

"I'm willing to take him on as my apprentice for free."

"If he doesn't want to specialize in the Divine Power Fist, he can be my nominal disciple."

"Tell him it's guaranteed to be hot!"

Ji Wenjin gave a very confident answer.

"Okay, I've added Hong Jie's agent on WeChat. I'll have a detailed voice chat with her after I'm done with this," Fang Hong said.

"If you win him over, I'll give you an extra 20,000 yuan in year-end bonus!" Ji Wenjin said with a twitching index finger.

"Thank you, Master Ji." Fang Hong was overjoyed.

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Downstairs lobby.

Hong Jie was waiting in the lobby with several online celebrities.

He specially permed his hair into the same style as Xiao Zhan. Perhaps due to his recent surge in training, the creamy look on his face has faded considerably, replaced by a more angular and aloof appearance.

Wang Xiaoxian was wearing sunglasses and a mask, completely covering herself up.

Previously at the airport, because Hong Jie was so handsome, Wang Xiaoxian was mistaken for Yang Mi mentoring a newcomer and was chased all the way, almost scaring her to death.

Zhou Baidao, carrying a black leather bag, still acted arrogantly even after arriving in the capital.

"I am Fang Hong, the assistant of Shenli Martial Arts School."

"I have already sent you all the rules of the Divine Power Martial Arts School via private message before we came. If you are willing to go in, please follow me."

A moment later, Fang Hong, wearing a tight-fitting short skirt and sporting big, wavy hair, walked over with a smile, swaying her shapely hips.

"It's just fifty thousand yuan, isn't it?"

"Master Ji is a big name in traditional martial arts. Since we're here, we should at least acknowledge her as a disciple."

A social media influencer with a pockmarked face quickly scanned a code to pay.

"Isn't 50,000 too expensive?"

"Yeah, it's just about opening cans, smashing wrenches, bumping arms a few times, and you might even get a beating. It's not worth the money."

"But at least you showed your face. This is a master of the Divine Power Fist. Just showing your face is a bonus."

"What a joke! After Lei Dagang's defeat, even the Divine Power Fist was criticized by netizens."

The others discussed it amongst themselves.

Fang Hong sighed inwardly.

When Lei Da first signed Power Slap, he became the first professional slapper in China. At that time, the popularity exploded, and even with an entrance fee of 100,000 yuan, a lot of people were vying to come to the martial arts gym to check in.

Times have really changed.

"If I want to fight Ji and Lei, I have to pay 50,000 first. What a loss!" Wang Xiaoxian said in a low voice, feeling pained.

"What can we do?"

"My dad connected with him in the live stream and provoked him in various ways, but he always put on airs and avoided the fight."

"Could I have taken a plane here?"

"Since we're here, let's make the best of it."

"Just watch me."

Hong Jie's gaze fell on the pockmarked man who had paid the money, and following the etiquette of the martial arts world, he clasped his hands in a fist and said:

"You must be the one who's known as 'No one knows Bajiquan for ten years, but becomes famous overnight,' the number one master in the world, the Bajiquan Saint, and the Iron Mountain's Defender, Huang Tiandu, right?"

Brother Ma was a little confused.

This summer, he went viral overnight for hitting a ginkgo tree with his iron-shank (a type of weightlifting brace) while shirtless in his yard.

He has some fame, but he would never dare to claim the titles of "Number One in the World" or "Master of Eight Extremes," nor has he ever heard of them.

But then again, who doesn't want a reputation when they practice martial arts?

Huang Tiandu, whose family practiced Bajiquan, was very particular about the rules. Seeing that Hong Jie's fist technique was authentic and his speech was pleasant, he blushed and readily accepted the invitation: "Brother, who are you?"

"It really is my brother Tiandu!"

"You have real skills, I'm your biggest fan."

"I am also a fan of traditional martial arts, and I have long wanted to see you perform live."

"Could you take me in, buddy? We have cameras."

Hong Jie immediately started praising him in a very familiar way.

"This, this isn't quite right, it's against the rules of the martial arts school!" Huang Tian scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"Dude, you didn't come here to watch the acrobatics, did you?"

"As the saying goes, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. If the other party tries to cheat or resorts to underhanded tactics, I can be your witness."

"Even if you run into some trouble, it would be good to call 110 or 120 for you, right?"

"Do you see the gold-rimmed glasses behind me?"

"A famous lawyer!"

"So, you can just say we're your team members."

If she insists on not giving in, then we'll talk about it another time.

Hong Jie whispered his persuasion.

"Alright then." Huang Tian was an honest man, and after a little consideration, he agreed.

Hong Jie put on his sunglasses and followed Huang Tiandu inside.

Nowadays, martial arts schools are not very popular and need people to keep them busy. The rules are not as strict as before, and Fang Hong did not stop them even though there were many of them.

"Add more money."

Zhou Baidao glared at Hong Jie with displeasure and said in a low voice.

As the number one litigator in Wucheng, he's a big shot wherever he goes.

Damn, I arrived at a dilapidated martial arts school in the capital.

He still has to resort to copying others' ideas, sneaking in like this. Doesn't that embarrass Attorney Zhou?

What's even more infuriating is that the meals during the business trip were instant noodles, and the accommodations were in cheap hotels!

His mental state is severely damaged!

"Add it, we must add it."

"Starting a business is tough, Lao Zhou, just bear with it."

Hong Jie and his two companions blended in and swaggered inside.

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