I Sell Private Lessons in Tang State

Gym owner Qian Jin was forced to jump off the building by a debt of three million. When he opened his eyes again, he became the good-for-nothing young master of the Tang Dynasty Martial Arts School: his father ran away because of a gambling debt of 5,000 taels, and the creditor was sharpening his knife at the door. There was only an old Uncle Fu and a strong young man who was so stupid that he was left in the martial arts school. Fortunately, I have an extra Kowloon panel in my mind. The Baowu Hall accepts ten disciples and rewards them with the power of Nine Dragons. Qian Jin rolled up his sleeves: I sold private lessons in my previous life, and I will continue to sell them in this life. Squats and deadlifts compete against internal strength, and rustic advertisements recruit apprentices. In ten days, he trained a fool into a ruthless man who could defeat the martial arts instructor. The whole martial arts industry is going crazy, and only money is coming in: one instructor, eight apprentices, this business is profitable.