Chapter 9: The Building of the Foundation (1)
“Su Jie, help me buy a phone in town. Mine is broken.”
On the eighth day, Coach Gu Yang informed the students of the class to relax for the day. For the past seven days, they had practiced ‘till they could no longer put out. Finally, it was time for them to rest.
As for Josh. He was a peculiar existence within the class. Adding on to the work they did, he wasted no time strengthening himself. He did push-ups, squats, barbells, anything one could think of, he did. He would have done it again too had it not been for his broken phone. He did plan to go to town but instead had a better idea. He asked Su Jie to head into town so he could continue practicing.
“No problem,” Su Jie said while chewing his food.
The school was five to six kilometers away from town. There were no buses, let alone a subway. If a student wanted to go to town, they’d need to borrow one of the neighboring farmers’ motorcycles, or walk on foot.
After finishing his meal, Su Jie decided to practice the movements of hoeing and digging.
He had recently come up with a few ideas on attack and defense.
The hoe would be raised in an attempt to block incoming attacks. It was a form of defense. When it’s smashed down, it would be an attack. When others attack with their fists, Su Jie would raise the hose, blocking the attack directly, then smash down.
The movement was simple. It looked like an ordinary person fighting and swinging his arms randomly, but after careful examination, the movements contained a hidden power.
Coach Gu Yang had explained in detail the skills and training points of the move. When raising the hand, it would spiral upwards like a heavenly monkey. When descending, he would move as fast as thunder, like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit.
These things were extremely useful in combat.
However, Gu Yang only focused on practicing how to dig faster. He didn’t mention a word of fighting.
Fortunately, Su Jie was good at learning/ He searched for information on the internet and watched some videos of some martial moves. In doing so, he gained some insights.
It was a simple raising of the hands and lowering of the hands. Hoe and dig…
He truly hoped a true expert would explain this technique to him. If he were to ask Coach Gu Yang, he would say nothing. He only taught training methods, not how to fight. It’s like teaching you how to make money, not how to spend it.
After finishing up, Su Jie left school and heading into town, not caring of the piercing gazes of others. There were martial arts schools all around and people running on the streets. Some practiced their fighting skill while some somersaulted in the air.
The sights he saw on the way to town was interesting, but boy did it take long.
When he arrived, he saw the streets bustling. There where shops erected and people crowded on both ends of the spectrum. There were even high-end hotels set up, the most common place foreigners would reside in to match their quality of living back in their home.
Su Jie walked into one of the shops and quickly bought a phone. He went in, and he went out. The time spent in the shop was short as time was of the essence. He had two months to practice and hone his skills, two months.
“…I’m thirsty. I’ll go buy a bottle of water first.”
Cursed the sun. It felt like death rained upon them.
Su Jie went to a roadside stall and bought a bottle of water for three yuan. The sizzling, hot sun dawned on everyone. Water was running out fast.
“This? This is ten yuan?”
At this time, a foreigner had come to buy water. Seeing it was a foreigner, the owner raised the price to ten yuan. Su Jie turned around and was about to say something, but he held his tongue. He knew the people here were only trying to make ends meet. Driving up the prices for the foreigners seemed fitting. Su Jie wanted to say something, but he did not. He’d get in trouble.
The foreigner was a middle-aged man in his forties. He carried a huge travel bag on him. He was alone and looked parched; his lips were dry and crusty too, pointing at something with his finger as if telling them he was not familiar with Chinese.
The shop owner made a gesture of ten yuan. The foreigner didn’t bargain. He just bought the water and left.
Su Jie quickly followed behind and pulled out seven yuan. “Hey, uncle, the shop owner miscalculated. It should be three yuan per bottle,” He said in fluent English. “He told me to return the excess money to you.”
“Interesting, interesting.” The middle-aged foreigner turned around and stared at Su Jie. He spoke in Chinese Mandarin with almost the same fluency as that of a native speaker. “Lad, it’s not that the shop owner gave it to you, but you gave it to me willingly. And you speak good English.”
Hearing the foreigner’s words, Su Jie blushed but recovered soon after. “I didn’t think that you could speak Chinese so well, Uncle. We Chinese are very good people. The shop owner just wanted to make a living even though it wasn’t through honest means. Don’t think that we’re all like this though. My name is Su Jie.”