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Zhao Daxi muttered: "Isn't this a bit like selling dog meat under the guise of selling mutton?"

"Yes, there are subsidies for opening martial arts schools now. It is in line with the policy trend and has a gimmick. When young people hear about martial arts schools, they are excited and want to make a living through martial arts. However, enthusiasm will eventually cool down, and they still have to calm down and face reality. Martial arts school graduates can become chefs, and at the very least they can open a small restaurant. With the help of their friends, they can become small bosses in the future. Only a few who develop well can enter the film and television industry and become martial arts stars. Or they can be specially recruited into the army if they perform well. These are all low-probability events."

"Well, the master is really capable. I have sent dozens of young street urchins in the village to learn from them for three years to prevent them from causing trouble in the village."

"Sure, you can come to the school and be the head boxing coach. Come and give us some guidance occasionally. If there are any good talents, you can take them to fight internationally. You can also make some money for the school."

Zhao Daxi quickly declined: "I don't want to be a boxing head coach, I want to be a Sanda head coach. I feel that I have an advantage in Sanda. I haven't even figured it out in China, so what's the point of talking about internationalization?"

"The head coach of Sanda is Li Daniu. He is a jerk and doesn't understand the rules of boxing. It is more appropriate to let him be the head coach of Sanda."

Zhao Daxi was speechless when he heard this. If it were someone else, he would definitely not accept it, but he just let it go with Li Daniu.

Liu Xia Lian called the driver, Zhao Daxi, Daya, and Li Daniu, and the group of five went straight to Baishan Martial Arts School in the county.

It turned out that this was a machinery factory. After spending a lot of money to renovate it, it really looks like that. The main structure of a three-story teaching building has been completed, and workers are installing doors, windows and glass.

As soon as they arrived at the door, the security guard on duty saluted in a very standard way, which scared Liu Xialian: "What is this Principal Chen doing? He doesn't know how to keep a low profile. We are a martial arts school, not a military school."

It was around ten in the morning when I arrived, and I happened to catch a martial arts class taught by coach Guo Shengguo, a martial arts master from Cangzhou.

Traditional martial arts routines are very beautiful to perform, with smooth and vigorous movements.

There are also students practicing somersaults, breaking spears with a single sword, splitting bricks with one hand, and breaking large rocks with the chest. These are quite entertaining, and when leaders come to inspect, some of these projects must be arranged.

Scar Three was also very foresighted. Last time, he sent several truckloads of bricks that would break if squeezed, and even found a brick factory for the martial arts school. These bricks are definitely not suitable for building houses, but they are very suitable for practicing martial arts in a martial arts school. Those who have practiced martial arts can easily break three or five bricks with a slap.

There are special training classrooms for Sanda and boxing, which were converted from workshops and are over 300 square meters. There are four fighting rings inside. If you only talk and don't practice, you are a master before you go to the ring, but once you go, you become a coward.

There was actually a medical room in the corner of the classroom. Zhao Daxi walked in and saw a young doctor chatting with two female nurses. There were complete instruments and medicines inside, and there was an ambulance at the door. If there was a problem that could not be handled, the patient would be sent to the county hospital immediately.

"Daxi, let's see how it goes. We have a small class teaching model, with 25 people in each class, semi-military management, and we do exercises and martial arts at dawn. The regular classes in the morning and afternoon are up to you. If you want to learn to be a chef, you can learn to be a chef. If you want to learn to drive, you can learn to drive.

Liu Xia Lian arranged, "Zhao Daxi, change your clothes. There is a boxing class going on. Come and take the class."

Zhao Daxi changed into a suit with a boxing suit underneath, shaved, and touched his dark chin.

"Master, I feel that your appointment was hasty. I am a person who has not even graduated from elementary school. It is not appropriate for you to let me be the head boxing coach."

"Don't talk nonsense. You have a college degree. I have enrolled you in a correspondence university in the provincial capital. You can fill out a form someday and get your degree. Degrees are for outsiders to see. Boxing skills are real. I won't use you and Li Daniu in normal teaching. When someone comes to challenge us or we go out to compete, that's when you can play your role."

"Well, okay, I'm nervous, I'm going to class."

Zhao Daxi was the village chief, and he was very impressive and had an aura that was beyond reproach. There were a total of 25 people in the training class, 20 boys and 5 girls.

Everyone was wearing boxing uniforms and gloves, waiting for Zhao Daxi's lecture. Coach Ma, hired by the provincial sports school, said, "Today I would like to introduce to you our head boxing coach, Coach Zhao Daxi. Welcome everyone."

There was thunderous applause. Zhao Daxi came over and said, "My name is Zhao Daxi. You can tell from my name that I am a rough man. I was appointed by the principal to be the head boxing coach. I don't come here often, but you must practice well. In the future, I will take you to international competitions to make a name for yourself and win glory for the country."

There was a lot of applause.

But there were also discordant voices. A student in his twenties who looked like a millstone asked, "Coach Zhao, what right do you have to be the head coach? I won't accept you if you don't have the ability. You can't just rely on your size."

Zhao Daxi scratched his head: "Why? Of course I can fight. What's your name? Do you dare to compete with me?"

"My name is Guo Dunzi, I practice Baji and Pi Gua, you can't bear a grudge against me if I hurt you."

Zhao Daxi laughed: "Absolutely not. If you hurt me, I will resign immediately and never set foot in Baishan Martial Arts School again."

Both sides went on stage, and Liu Xia Lian and others watched the excitement from afar.

The students stared with eyes wide open. This student Guo was quite good. It was said that he was the best fighter among the first batch of students. He was barely 1.6 meters tall, but he came to the school with skills, the Bajiquan inherited from his family. He was also well-known in the martial arts world and was called Guo Dunzi, the ghost-fearing one.

Guo Dunzi really didn't know how to box, so he just came up and chopped down, hitting Zhao Daxixi's neck.

Zhao Daxi dodged and hit Guo Dunzi with a right hook. With just this hit, Guo Dun fell backward and fell heavily to the ground. The classmates hurried over to check what happened. They slapped his face for a while and it took him a long time to recover.

Guo Dunzi looked at Zhao Daxixi and dared not say anything more. He quietly went back.

Zhao Daxi glanced at everyone and said, "Among all the students, is there anyone who dares to come up and compete with me?"

The students are just young, not stupid. Whoever dares to come up and provoke us is asking for a beating?

"If one doesn't dare, ten of you will definitely dare. All ten of you can fight together. It's not limited to boxing. We can do anything."

Those who come to learn martial arts are all brave enough. Your head coach wouldn't humiliate people like that. Ten strong boys discussed it and stood on the ring together, shaking their boxing gloves, wanting to teach Zhao Daxi a lesson.

Zhao Daxi was not in a hurry. With the starting whistle, people saw what it meant to be a tiger among a flock of sheep. There was no chance of resisting him at all.