6: Chapter 6 Drink one bowl and pour out two

Chen Liqin muttered to herself, 'This delivery guy is really willing to spend money. Over fifty thousand? How many deliveries would he have to make to earn that back!'

'Or is it true what the news says, that delivering food easily earns tens of thousands a month?'

'It makes me want to go deliver food too.'

The payment successful notification popped up quickly. Meng Yawen let out a long sigh of relief and looked at Zhao Xiaoshuai with a smile of relief.

But Gong Meimei became even more uncomfortable; the jealousy on her face was so thick it was almost dripping.

'Didn't you say he was just an unemployed delivery guy? Chen Liqin, you bitch, you and that vixen are playing me!'

'How could a delivery guy be willing to spend so much money!'

'And in just this short while, I don't know what kind of love potion that vixen fed him—100 lessons!'

'She must have used some dirty tricks!'

Moreover, this event didn't restrict a coach to only one student. Her "duck" was still going to fly away, and Meng Yawen was eating even more.

She felt so upset she wanted to cry.

Being called an "old fart" in public, Chen Guozhong's old face turned red and white, twitching from time to time.

At 39 years old, he was very sensitive about his age.

He had anticipated countless scenarios, but he never expected that the plain-looking person opposite him would be so aggressive right from the start.

Now, he had become the one being stepped on in public.

Making him spend a hundred thousand on this course made his heart ache, but he was unwilling to give up on that great beauty.

After a long while, he forced a smile and said:

"I was just teasing you, no need to take it seriously. You don't look young anymore, why are you so impulsive?"

"You top up your account, I'll buy my lessons. At worst, you take Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and I'll take Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday. We don't have a conflict, you can't stop me from buying lessons, can you?"

The wisdom of a middle-aged man lies in knowing when to yield and when to stand tall.

Hearing this shameless response, the smile that had just appeared on Meng Yawen's face froze.

She finally realized that even if this big brother bought her lessons, as long as that sleazy uncle didn't care about face, he could still continue to buy her one-on-one lessons.

She would still have to face potential groping or even unspoken rules; her situation hadn't changed.

And it seemed there was no way for all of this to be stopped or changed by anyone else.

Zhao Xiaoshuai, however, smiled disdainfully:

"Receptionist, please book Meng Yawen's lessons for me—one in the morning, one at noon, and one in the evening, for thirty days straight."

"If I don't show up, just deduct the fees; consider it a holiday for the coach."

"As for you, you balding, fat old hag, I might not be able to stop you from spending money on lessons, but I can ensure the lessons you buy will never be used."

"Don't you have money? If you buy the double the amount of lessons you just promised, I'll cancel my booking, and we can keep playing."

Many people might have had such a dream when they were young: when they grew up and had money, they would buy two bowls of tofu pudding, drink one, and pour out the other—just to show off that they were rich and willful!

After many years, Zhao Xiaoshuai finally realized his childhood dream.

"Fitness lessons costing over five hundred, I take one and throw away two. Hey, it's just for fun!"

This feeling of doing whatever one wants is really satisfying; it gives the illusion that one has suddenly become tall and capable of anything.

And if, in reality, one didn't just not spend money but actually made money, that would be even more satisfying!

Seeing that Chen Guozhong didn't react, the receptionist could only silently finish booking for him, her heart full of envy. 'Being pretty is such an advantage. In just a few minutes, she's earned over ten thousand just from commissions. If only someone would spend money on me like that, I'd marry him right away!'

Some people were feeling double the satisfaction, while others were feeling double the misery.

'Why!?' Gong Meimei stumbled, unable to hold it together anymore.

Because this event locked the coach, the commission offered was 20%, the highest rate regardless of whether one was a newcomer or a veteran, and there was an extra bonus for the sales champion.

This meant that not only had Meng Yawen earned over ten thousand in such a short time, but she would also be very relaxed for the next month.

In extreme cases, she could even just come at the agreed-upon times with clients, working only a few hours a day, yet still receive her basic salary.

Moreover, during that free time, as long as she got along well with the client, it wasn't impossible for her to take on other work and lessons.

Plus, this month, it would likely be hard for other coaches, including her, to surpass Meng Yawen, and the sales champion title would likely be hers.

Seeing Meng Yawen earn money so easily was even more painful than losing money herself!

Besides, it wasn't easy for an average coach to get so many high-level lessons; getting one booked a day was already pretty good.

She was working herself to the bone here, having to endure all sorts of groping from middle-aged uncles, just to scrape together that little bit. Comparing people to people is enough to infuriate one!

"This coach doesn't look well. Are you feeling unwell?"

Adhering to the principle of not letting any "wool" slip by, Zhao Xiaoshuai tentatively activated his Illustrated Handbook.

"I, I'm fine. Thank you for your concern," Gong Meimei said, forcing a professional smile onto her face.

[Ding! Unlocked stranger entry: Gong Meimei (Character Rating 6.14)]

[Congratulations to the Host for luckily obtaining a Multiplier Copper Card (Permanent)]

Zhao Xiaoshuai was quite satisfied. He had earned back the card he just used; it was practically a perpetual motion machine.

But some people had completely broken down.

Chen Guozhong could no longer maintain his composed demeanor. His face was flushed red, his chest heaving, making people fear he might pass out at any moment.

'Damn it!'

Isn't face something people give each other? He had already taken a step back and showed weakness; why did it have to turn out like this?

That guy kept slapping his face; even with his tolerance, he had broken down.

Especially with so many people watching, he would likely be the laughingstock of the "upper circle" in this center for months to come.

This could cause a huge blow to his social connections.

You have to know that in many partnerships, big clients make money regardless of who they work with, and giving the deal to you is all in a split second's decision. If he looked pathetic, he would invisibly lose many opportunities.

He regretted it a bit now. If he hadn't been so blunt with his mockery at the beginning, he might not have lost so much face.

As for the option of getting angry and throwing money into it as well, that thought only appeared in his mind for a split second.

He observed the guy's demeanor afterwards; he didn't look like someone who had bankrupted himself or was acting impulsively for a beauty.

Instead, he seemed unconcerned, even having a feeling of eagerness to continue.

If they really went head-to-head, he might not win.

He had misjudged this time, so he decided to accept his defeat and swallow this resentment.

'Hmph, impatient guy. That's not how you pursue a woman; you have to do it gradually, increasing the stakes little by little.'

'He threw in fifty or sixty thousand right at the start; what about later? Does he intend to keep throwing in one or two hundred thousand?'

Muttering a few complaints to himself and taking a few deep breaths, he forced himself to act as if nothing had happened and returned to Gong Meimei's side, patting her fair, tender hand and saying:

"Meimei, I was a bit impulsive just now. That coach looks like a youngster; her professional standards definitely won't be up to par!"

"You're still the best. Upgrade the lessons I have stored with you by ten! Let's go for an 'A Lifetime of Companionship' package!"

Gong Meimei forced a smile, but she really couldn't be happy.

'Couldn't compete with others, so you came crawling back to choose me? Stingy, only buying ten lessons, and using an upgrade on old lessons—do you think I'm trash!?'

But she wouldn't have trouble with money. Taking a deep breath, she put on a smile again.

Making money isn't shameful.

The dust had settled. The continuous ups and downs left Meng Yawen feeling somewhat unsettled, causing her "waves" to surge.

She looked at Zhao Xiaoshuai and felt that he seemed much more handsome than when they first met.

'He clearly had no interest in the lessons before; he must have helped me out because he saw me asking for help!'

She remembered again that she had bumped into him when she was flustered earlier, and not only was she gently steadied, but he had also been very gentlemanly, letting go immediately after touching her.

'He really is a low-key, kind, and well-mannered big brother!'

[Meng Yawen Favorability + 80]

Continuing the unfinished introduction, the two returned to the first floor and booked a small VIP room in the equipment hall.

This room was limited to two groups of four people, which could be considered a very private and quiet space to some extent.

"Brother Zhao, according to the data measured just now, don't look at the fact that you're a bit chubby now; it's actually very easy to lose weight."

"Men's metabolic capacity only drops off a cliff after they pass 35."

"As long as you regulate your daily routine, adjust your mood, control your diet, and get enough exercise, you can easily lose weight!"

Meng Yawen clenched her small fists, cheering him on while giving Zhao Xiaoshuai a series of explanations. She formulated a detailed plan and sent it to him via Weixun.

"Alright, I'll listen to you. So, are we going to start with a jogging warm-up?"

"Yes, that's right. Start running, and I'll adjust your running posture for you."

As a result, after running less than a kilometer, Zhao Xiaoshuai was already panting, and he couldn't even lift his legs.

"Brother Zhao, if you can't run, then walk. You can continue running in a bit; just don't stop. Your warm-up level is far from enough. Just persevere a little more, you can do it!"

"Ha... ha... I don't think I can do it."

Zhao Xiaoshuai didn't expect that he had become such a weakling. Back in his university days on the basketball court, he used to be able to play for hours.

Looking at his encouraging, beautiful, and perfectly figured personal coach, he suddenly had a bright idea.

"How about you run with me? I heard that running with someone else makes it easier."

"Alright, I'll run with you. I'll try to slow down the pace; watch my movements carefully."

There were four treadmills in the room. Meng Yawen didn't think too much and started the one in the top left corner, while Zhao Xiaoshuai started running on the one in the bottom left corner.

He was an obedient child when he was in school, so he was very obedient to his coach now, and he watched very carefully.

Seriously observing the coach's running movements from behind, Zhao Xiaoshuai's legs no longer felt heavy, his throat was no longer dry, and his whole body was filled with endless energy!

'In ancient times, Cao Mengde quenched his thirst by looking at plums; today, Zhao Xiaoshuai generates saliva by looking at peaches.'

'I'm a fucking genius!'