"Here we are, this is the place."
Chen Feng looked up as he followed the gesture, spotting a rather large shopping mall.
People coming and going, with four levels of space.
Various clothes, jewelry, gold shops, restaurants, cinemas, etc., all housed inside.
"Our club is on the second floor, right next to a gym."
"Yesterday we interviewed three boxing coaches, one of them was a tough guy, almost at Professional Level 2, asking for a high salary, but he’s a bit hard to manage."
"There’s also another fighter club nearby; they even deliberately sent soone over yesterday, I feel they might cause trouble..."
Walking into the elevator with Chen Feng, brushing shoulders with people passing by.
Lin Hao picked out so key points and resud with a smile, "So, since you’re here today, it’s a good opportunity to stretch your muscles."
"To let these guys know that our club has strong backing."
The joking voice faded as the elevator reached the second floor.
The two walked out, and Chen Feng quickly spotted the boxing club right next to the gym.
The club spans hundreds of square ters, with a glass door at the front allowing a clear view inside.
Flat, soft mats laid on the floor, along with dumbbells, barbells, and other dium-sized gym equipnt, and many heavy punching bags either standing or hanging.
Inside, more than a dozen figures are practicing boxing, and at the reception, a young woman dressed in a suit skirt.
As for the glass door in the center, green potted plants placed on either side, and a sign above with seven big characters:
[Haofeng Boxing Club]
His gaze sharpening, Chen Feng turned his head in surprise towards Lin Hao.
"What are you looking at, I already told you that we are partners, fifty-fifty."
"Shares and na are the sa!"
Lin Hao spoke as if it were a matter of course, and Chen Feng smiled helplessly.
Then, he followed him towards the club, noticing the young receptionist hurriedly putting away her phone and snacks from the desk.
"Hello, boss!"
Her voice sowhat lodious, her appearance quite pleasing; a lon-seed face, big eyes, fine features, lightly made up.
"Hmm."
Lin Hao nodded lightly, pretending not to see her playing with her phone earlier.
Pointing to Chen Feng beside him, he introduced, "Let introduce you."
"This is the other shareholder I’ve told you about, the chief boxing coach of our club, my partner, Chen Feng."
"This is the receptionist of the club, Zhou Xiaoli, and another nad Xu Xiaoxiao, they take shifts..."
During the introductions, Zhou Xiaoli hurriedly looked up at Chen Feng.
Her gaze lifted to his tall and robust stature, dressed in black, calm and detached, instilling an inexplicable feeling of trepidation.
"Hello, Coach Chen!"
She swiftly and respectfully greeted, and Chen Feng was sowhat unaccustod to the title.
But, given the occasion, he finally nodded lightly in response.
"Hehe."
Lin Hao chuckled to himself, rarely seeing him in such a manner.
He continued to lead Chen Feng around the spacious training area.
"I’ve designated a few areas for the club. This here is the general practice area, anyone interested can co train after registering, but the equipnt and ti are limited, it’s kind of a pilot initiative."
"Inside is the student area, only those with student cards can enter, where they can receive training and guidance from boxing coaches, we currently have about eleven students."
"And then the mber area, I’ve set so barriers and specifically emphasized that the great master, yourself, would personally instruct... of course, there aren’t many people yet..."
Lin Hao walked around with Chen Feng, actively introducing everything inside.
Zhou Xiaoli followed diligently, occasionally supplenting Lin Hao’s points or answering specific questions.
"Very nice."
Chen Feng nodded lightly, a hint of emotion flashing in his eyes.
He wasn’t much versed in business, but he could tell that Lin Hao had put much thought and money into building this place.
Everything was clean and orderly.
And the atmosphere was very good.
"Straight Punch!"
"First, adopt the fighting stance, fists up protecting the cheeks."
"When throwing a punch, push off with the back foot, drive the shoulder with the waist, and deliver the punch with the shoulder..."
Three people walked to the student area, where seven or eight students were practicing boxing in the ring.
Both n and won were present, with most under thirty years of age.
A young coach was demonstrating movents at the front, while another corrected the students’ movents at the bottom, very patiently.
However, despite such a scene, Lin Hao frowned.
Looking around, there was another coach sitting by the window on the seat at the edge, head down playing with his phone.
Buzz cut, looking to be around thirty years old.
Breathing steady, face normal, not a drop of sweat on him, and his training clothes showed no signs of sweat.
"How long has Wang Cheng been resting?" Lin Hao turned his head to ask Zhou Xiaoli.
Hearing this, the latter hesitated for a mont, and finally confessed honestly: "He’s been resting the whole ti."
"Are Zhang Ping and Chen Dong happy about this?" Lin Hao asked again.
"They had a duel this morning, and both Zhang Ping and Chen Dong lost together."
Zhou Xiaoli was very honest, not daring to hide anything.
Upon hearing this, Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, while Lin Hao frowned.
Soon, it seed they noticed sothing.
The students in the training room stopped their movents and looked over in confusion, including the two other teaching coaches, and Wang Cheng by the window did similar actions.
Looks of attention were cast, making the atmosphere suddenly feel a bit awkward.
Lin Hao’s brow relaxed, and he quickly exchanged a look with Chen Feng, then walked forward slowly with him.
"Ha ha, hello everyone, I didn’t expect that just after a day, everyone has beco more professional."
"From the sound of it, it seems our club has found a treasure."
After making a couple of light jokes, Lin Hao lightened the mood and walked to the arena.
The coach correcting the moves, Zhang Ping, and Chen Dong teaching at the front, all smiled and chid in by calling him boss.
As for Wang Cheng by the window, he put away his phone but still sat in the sa place.
"Since everyone has such great talent, our club must provide even more professional guidance!"
"So let introduce you all to the person next to ."
Smiling and drawing everyone’s attention, Lin Hao stood beside Chen Feng and said, "A Professional Level fighter, our club’s head coach, Coach Chen Feng!"
As the words fell, there was sparse applause.
Most of the students were still a bit stunned, and even a few looked at Chen Feng skeptically.
"Professional Level?"
"So young, really?"
"Is he as good as Coach Wang?"
In low voices, many students discussed Wang Cheng’s deliberately displayed strength over the past two days.
With one punch, two hundred thirty or forty kilograms, the punching machine buzzed loudly.
Aside from temporarily not having a certification, he indeed had the level of Professional Level 2.
"Wang Cheng!"
Imdiately noticing the crowd’s expressions,
Lin Hao gave a slight smile and quickly called out to the man by the window, arms crossed, as if watching a drama.
"Boss?"
In a calm tone, Wang Cheng responded, sitting in his seat.
"Co, give a hand to Coach Chen."
"Oh?"
With a slight frown, Wang Cheng stood up.
Tall and broad, standing at one eighty-five.
Shoulders thick, muscles bulging, almost resembling Cao Tong’s tower-like figure.
Under the buzzcut, on the left side of his neck, there was a black tattoo; though his facial features were ordinary, he gave off an intimidating vibe.
Tap tap!
With heavy steps, he walked up not far in front of Chen Feng.
Looking down, although robust and sowhat burly, he was quite young, only about twenty-two or twenty-three years old.
Would soone of this age with a Professional Level co to such a small club?
The thought passed, his hands hanging by his sides, eyelids drooping, his expression calm:
"Coach Chen, care to show so moves?"
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