"Opening a martial arts school with enhancement classes and intensive training was profitable in the early years, but now it’s not as good as it used to be, unless we meet someone who needs one-on-one tutoring."
When talking about his work, Song Lang’s expression was like that of a widow who had been grieving for over a decade, and he began to complain incessantly about the poor market conditions these days.
"Our salary income is actually no different from those gym instructors. Apart from a basic salary, if you want to make money, you have to rely on teaching students and earning commissions by enrolling new ones."
"A few years ago, because green fitness courses were newly included in college entrance exam results, it caught all parents and unprepared students off guard, which led to some enhancement classes costing tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, a month."
With a face full of resentment, Song Lang said, "I get a monthly salary of thirty thousand from the boss, and he treats me like a second brother in a dung pit, randomly sticking it in......."
"From nine in the morning to seven at night, after returning home, I have to enthusiastically make phone calls to prospective clients. My phone expenses are about five or six hundred a month, and that damned boss keeps promising reimbursement, but there’s still no follow-up until now!"
Song Lang mercilessly criticized the management of the martial arts school.
The so-called enhancement classes and intensive training classes are essentially not for improving the students’ fundamental qualities.
Instead, the martial arts school owner gathers true martial artists from all over Xia Country, as well as some retired city-level and provincial-level athletes, to form a teaching team.
The enhancement and intensive classes only teach related force exertion techniques and study how to run faster, jump farther, and throw a shot put across the athletic field straight into the principal’s office.
Like Song Lang and the other instructors at the martial arts school, apart from teaching students and recruiting, their daily work is basically studying related medical research papers and practicing force techniques within the school.
"If it weren’t for the poor reputation of being an instructor, I fear the elders of my clan would kick me out of the genealogical record, no one would consider becoming an instructor anyway."
Song Lang was enveloped in resentment as he sincerely advised everyone in the camp that working as an instructor in a martial arts school was even tougher than being a forensic doctor.
"Brother... I get you!"
Sitting on the grass digesting food, Ansheng heard Song Lang’s resentment-filled speech, and a look of sympathy appeared on his little fox face.
Having been a salesman in his previous life, Ansheng fully understood Song Lang’s pain of recruiting students even at night.
They all say that if a salesman has a good tongue, earning a villa in three months is a piece of cake.
However, after entering the industry, Ansheng even developed a fear of ringtone alarms during a short period.
Whenever he heard the ringtone of a voice call, Ansheng would shudder, with a look as if he had seen a ghost.
He had witnessed... the starry crowd of people!
The little fox ran to Song Lang’s side, sighed humanely, and patted the big guy’s knee.
"Don’t be afraid, brother; the starry crowd shines brightly because fear won’t help you escape the whirlpool."
"As for me, brother, I consider myself out of the sea of suffering this lifetime!"
Offering blessings to fellow workers in the service industry!
Unlike the empathetic little fox, Yu Xueqing regarded Song Lang and the sheep with a rather peculiar look, closing her mouth silently after glancing back and forth.
Song Lang, with muscles all over his body, could be no less than 180 or 190 kilos in weight.
And the sheep weighed about 120 or 130 kilos, appearing large due to its fluff.
Yu Xueqing murmured in her heart, "No wonder it kept talking about how much it liked light humans when riding the sheep... Turns out Brother Song enjoys riding the sheep as a Sheep Knight."
The sheep poked its head out, glanced at Song Lang, then lay behind Yu Xueqing, pretending to be dead.
A group of pet owners in the camp exchanged tips on how to groom their pets better and how to maintain their fur.
And... which pet grooming shops in Jiule City offered the best prices and skilled services.
Through conversation, Ansheng and Yu Xueqing learned that washing Song Lang’s sheep once cost at least five hundred, sometimes as much as twelve hundred.
Ansheng was astonished and even wanted to ask Brother Song Lang whether he had ever considered one thing.
That is, when the sheep needed a bath, just shave off the dirty wool directly to sell for some money.
Twelve hundred bucks for a bath?
If you don’t explain, I might think you’re giving your little brother a haircut at a salon.
Yu Xueqing was even more stunned, clutching the little fox tightly to warm her trembling heart, despite the summer heat.
Ah Qing gave a heavy smooch on the little furball’s neck, her eyes sparking with determination:
"Xiaolan, don’t worry! When I make some money in the future, I’ll take you for a twelve hundred wash too. I’m curious to see just how amazing it can be!"
Hey, what are you comparing? That sheep has more fur than this whole fox; of course it’s pricey at the pet grooming salon! Ansheng silently complained.
For bathing, Ah Qing could just do it.
Forget going to a pet grooming shop; Ansheng was worried those pet groomers might give him a fancy spiral perm.
Turning him from an enchanting pure white fox into an evil fleece.
"Let’s go! Let’s grab some lunch and take advantage of the warm noon to swim in the pool!"
After chatting with the camp folks for a while and exchanging WeChat contacts, Yu Xueqing carried the fox and bade farewell as they headed towards the crescent-shaped building of Changping Pet Paradise.
However, halfway there...
Yu Xueqing suddenly stopped, a peculiar look appearing on her cheeks as she turned and darted into some bushes beside the Crescent Building.
"How strange, where’s this pig sound coming from..."
Standing outside the bushes, Ansheng looked puzzledly at Yu Xueqing, who had vanished amongst the foliage.
Pig sound? Where’s a pig sound coming from....
A moment later, Yu Xueqing’s head popped out from the bushes, her neatly tied double-braid hairstyle now a total bird’s nest.
Her hair was filled with twigs and leaves, yet Yu Xueqing didn’t care about them, instead looking at her little fox with a big smile brimming with excitement:
"Xiaolan, Xiaolan, see what I found!"
"Our famous Level One Protected Species in Xia Country, the very cute Miss Yangtze Crocodile!"
Standing up from the bush, Yu Xueqing lifted two Yangtze Crocodiles with both hands.
One roughly half a meter in size, the other clearly a full-grown adult at 1.8 meters.
Yet, Yu Xueqing clutched one in each hand, lifting them both effortlessly.
The little Yangtze Crocodile croaked, a bit confused about what was happening, just feeling a slight tightness in its neck meat.
The adult Yangtze Crocodile had its mouth pinched by Yu Xueqing, who then lifted the entire creature by raising her arm.
With round eyes, the two Yangtze Crocodiles looked unbelievably at Yu Xueqing in confusion.
The big Yangtze Crocodile made a confused pig-like groan, as if asking why Yu Xueqing was pinching its mouth.
Ansheng’s eyebrows twitched slightly as he helplessly spoke to Yu Xueqing, issuing soft whimpers.
"Ah Qing... that thing is a crocodile!"
Although it’s not a true crocodylid heavyweight, the biting force of a Yangtze Crocodile’s mouth is still around a hundred pounds or so.
Please, don’t just pick up anything you find. If you really fancy these scaly creatures, how about I bring you a four-meter-long King Cobra from the mountains someday?
Yu Xueqing giggled, tucking the two Yangtze Crocodiles under her arms, her toes lifting off the ground as she emerged from the shrubbery:
"No worries! They said they were hungry, and I just happened to come across them and decided to treat them to a meal."
Faced with Yu Xueqing’s explanation, Ansheng slowly raised an imaginary question mark at her.
Sister, right next to our Pet Paradise is a river teeming with aquatic resources.
They may be a Level One Protected Species, but they’re not Level One Protected Incompetents, so how could they possibly be hungry?
Ansheng rolled his eyes in exasperation.