Chapter 30 - s, aren’t you living off my wealth?

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Chapter 30: 30 Chapters, aren’t you living off my wealth? Zhang Qianqian said, "You want to treat these little martial arts trainees for free for their bumps and bruises, and besides that, you have to pay three thousand yuan a month for tuition." "Three thousand yuan?" Xu Wendong was shocked. Treating these kids for free wasn’t a problem, but three thousand yuan a month was an astronomical figure for him. After all, his internship salary was only eight hundred yuan a month. "I really suspect something’s wrong with your head." Zhang Qianqian looked disgusted. "This is a medical clinic, not a charity. How can you learn martial arts here without paying tuition? Or do you think we teach for free?" "Of course, I have to pay tuition, but isn’t the fee too high?" Xu Wendong looked troubled. "As you’ve said, my age isn’t ideal for achieving great results in martial arts. I just want to learn some skills to improve my health." "Uh, I just started working, and my income isn’t high. Can I come by in my spare time, and can you cut down the tuition a bit?" Zhang Qianqian replied impatiently, "If that’s the case, then twelve hundred yuan. If you think that’s acceptable, pay up, or else get lost." Dropping the fee by two thousand yuan was indeed a huge concession, but Xu Wendong didn’t have that much money on him, which really made him understand what it meant to be stumped by just a penny. Seeing Xu Wendong’s helpless look, Zhang Qianqian couldn’t help but frown, showing disdain. "You don’t even have a thousand yuan, do you?" Xu Wendong looked embarrassed and said, "Well, I’ll come back to register after I get paid." Saying this, he turned around and left, his mind filled with thoughts of making money. In the countryside, not having money might not mean much, but in the city, it really limited one’s every move. "Why are you back so soon?" Seeing Xu Wendong return, Ding Yao immediately put her phone down. Xu Wendong hesitated for a moment, unable to resist asking, "Sister Ding, is it possible for us in this field to take on side jobs?" Ding Yao was momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting Xu Wendong to ask this. Regaining her composure, she smiled broadly. "Of course, taking on side jobs is quite common for us doctors. Especially once you’ve built a reputation, hospitals nationwide will offer you top dollar to consult for them." "To go to such lengths, am I not essentially your side job?" She lowered her head and resumed playing on her phone. Meanwhile. Xu Wendong’s phone buzzed with a notification. He checked it and found that Ding Yao had transferred ten thousand yuan to his WeChat account. Xu Wendong was taken aback. "Sister Ding, what are you doing?" Ding Yao laughed. "You treated me, so I’m paying you a consultation fee. Isn’t that only right?" Xu Wendong’s eyes reddened. "Sister Ding, even though I treated you, our relationship shouldn’t be reduced to a monetary transaction. I can’t accept your consultation fee. Consider this ten thousand yuan a loan to help me out. I’ll pay you back with interest once I’ve saved enough." Ding Yao rolled her eyes at him, displeased. "As you said, our relationship isn’t defined by money. So why repay me at all?" Xu Wendong’s face turned red. "If I took your money for nothing, that would be like living off of you, wouldn’t it?" Ding Yao’s face reddened. "Haven’t you been living off of me already?" Xu Wendong had no response to that. "Alright, alright, just hurry back!" Ding Yao waved him off. She knew that the reason Xu Wendong came back so quickly was likely because he didn’t have the money for tuition. As a caring big sister, she had to lend him a hand, right? "Uh-huh." Xu Wendong immediately turned around and went back to the Zhang Family Boxing Gym. Zhang Qianqian smiled mockingly. "Wow, you got paid so soon?" Xu Wendong chuckled but didn’t say much, then scanned the code and paid the tuition for a month. "Now that you’ve paid, let me tell you about the martial arts we practice at the Zhang Family Boxing Gym." Zhang Qianqian spoke with a serious expression. "We practice Baji Fist at the gym. There’s a saying, ’In literature, there’s Taiji to calm the world; in martial arts, there’s Baji to determine the universe,’ which aptly demonstrates the power of Baji Fist." "Baji Fist is one of the traditional Chinese martial arts styles, renowned for its forcefulness, simplicity, and swift movements." Zhang Qianqian shared a lot about Baji Fist, greatly benefiting Xu Wendong. At the same time, he understood a crucial aspect, that among all martial arts forms, Baji Fist was the most explosively powerful. So much so that even the military and armed police incorporated certain aspects of Baji Fist into their grappling, throw techniques, and combat training. "That’s all there is to say. Now I’ll demonstrate the moves of Baji Fist for you. You better pay attention." Zhang Qianqian took a deep breath, began practicing Baji Fist, and recited the Baji Fist principles aloud: "The fists are like shooting stars and the eyes like lightning. The waist is like a snake, and the feet are like drills. The ridges and tail are aligned as the spirit connects with the top, hard and soft interlinking, in close unity, up and down. The body is relaxed internally, firm internally, with spirit restrained, agile all over with the head aligned above. Yin and Yang, real and unreal, change rapidly, as the essence originates in the waist." Xu Wendong quietly watched, memorizing the principles. He began to see Zhang Qianqian in a new light. Though petite, she exuded a clean and efficient aura while practicing, much like a sword ready to be drawn, sure to draw blood once it was unsheathed. Of course, Baji Fist wasn’t just about these principles. There were also training tactics, footwork chants, and combat strategies, all of which deeply impressed upon Xu Wendong the vastness and depth of this ancient martial art. After finishing the demonstration, Zhang Qianqian gathered her energy, slightly out of breath, and asked, "Remember everything?" Xu Wendong shook his head. "I think I’ve forgotten it all." "What?" Zhang Qianqian gave him a look of disdain. "I taught you so much, and you didn’t remember any of it? How dense can you be?" Xu Wendong looked embarrassed. He had tried hard to memorize the moves Zhang Qianqian demonstrated, but in the end, realized he hadn’t remembered anything. However, on reflection, it seemed he had remembered, albeit vaguely. "A master guides you to the door, cultivation relies on the individual. I taught you all I could, but it’s up to you to grasp it." Zhang Qianqian said as she found a Baji Fist training manual and threw it to Xu Wendong. "Take it and practice on your own!" "Alright, I’ll leave you to your business and come again when I can." Xu Wendong didn’t say much, tucked the manual away, and returned to the free clinic at the entrance of Jing’an Community. As Ding Yao had mentioned earlier, the afternoon was not busy at all, giving him ample time to view the training manual. He read while recalling the scenes of Zhang Qianqian’s demonstration, focusing on the punch posture and strength, and committed them to memory. On the other side, Zhang Zhenlin, the owner of the boxing gym, finished his afternoon nap and came to the front yard, addressing his daughter. "I heard you took on a disciple earlier?" Zhang Qianqian flashed a mischievous smile. "A doctor who came for the free clinic. A thousand yuan a month, and he also helps our disciples with their injuries for free." Zhang Zhenlin shook his head helplessly. "Since you’ve accepted him as a disciple, you must teach him well. He can’t ruin the martial integrity of our family." Zhang Qianqian curled her lips with disdain. "He’s already an adult. What’s the point of teaching him well? It’s not like he’ll achieve

Chapter 30 - s, aren’t you living off my wealth?

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