The Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School was founded in 1852 by Zhang Debiao, the master of Madam Hua's ancestors. Since Zhang Debiao had no sons, his prized disciple, Sun Hongde, who was also Madam Hua's ancestor, took over the school.
The signature martial art of Tiger Martial Arts School is a set of combined punches. This set of punches combines the strength and flexibility of various martial arts styles and is not only very popular locally, but is also frequently featured in movies and TV series.
The glorious past of the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School could not withstand the current desolation.
A society governed by the rule of law has its own operating rules. A person with strong brute force is less likely to make money than one with a sharp mind, and money is the ultimate belief of the Chinese people. In recent years, the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School has opened its doors to customers, but business has declined year after year; this year, it has only recruited two students.
The Tiger Martial Arts School's building has a classic charm. The brass lion head door ornaments are slightly mottled, and every piece of wood carving and stone carving inside shows the accumulation of time, creating a tranquil and timeless beauty.
Mrs. Hua said as she walked:
“A few years ago, a foreign film invited us to be martial arts instructors, but the film didn’t make much of a splash in China, and our Tiger Martial Arts School didn’t gain any substantial benefits from it.”
Pushing open the door, I saw the disciples practicing horse stance inside the martial arts school, while several children ran around along the corridor.
The disciples, who had been training for a long time, had well-developed muscles. Although they were not as muscular as Dai Donglin, they were still quite impressive.
"Madam Hua, how many disciples do you have here?"
"There are about 30 or 40 people, with about 20 or 30 being formal disciples. The rest are students who have paid to learn but have not formally entered the sect."
With only thirty or forty disciples, no wonder they can't make much money.
Maintaining such a large martial arts school is indeed no easy task.
"Mr. Zhou, what kind of actors are you looking for? You can tell me, and I will introduce them to you according to your requirements."
This year, Hua Lai wants to produce a martial arts drama and a martial arts movie, and needs a large number of professional actors.
Supporting roles are easy to find; you can find people if you pay them. But finding suitable leading roles is not easy.
The protagonist of a martial arts drama not only needs to know kung fu and be able to fight, but also needs to be photogenic, have the look of a martial arts star, and be popular with the audience. Putting everything else aside, just the audience appeal alone is particularly difficult to achieve.
After hearing what she said, Madam Hua immediately summoned a child.
"Tell the senior apprentice to bring all the apprentices over for a sparring match, two against two. Remember, they can't wear shirts, only pants. It has to be to satisfy our boss, Mr. Zhou!"
This sounds like pimping. Chu Yu was both amused and exasperated. She wasn't there to choose male concubines, just to select actors. Looking at their faces and figures was enough. Why did they have to strip like this?
The eldest brother was around twenty-five years old, with a strong build, dark skin, and a dignified face.
He came over and greeted them, and then, as Madam Hua had instructed, divided all the disciples into two teams, with each person taking off their shirt and fighting while wearing only their pants.
Thanks to him, Chu Yu saw many young bodies. With the mindset of appreciating works of art, she carefully examined them, determined to select figures that met the audience's aesthetic standards, so as to benefit a wide range of female viewers in the future.
Mrs. Hua was a professional at pimping; she explained as she watched:
"Mr. Zhou, our oldest apprentice is 26 years old, and the youngest is only 5. They're all incredibly young and fresh-faced, with top-notch physical abilities. They can train for twenty hours a day without getting tired! You can pick whichever one you like and use them to the fullest, in all sorts of ways, with all sorts of tricks. In short, they're indestructible... Even if they can't be actors, you can take them back as bodyguards!"
The more she talked, the more something seemed off, so Chu Yu quickly told her to stop.
The students of the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts Academy stood on the arena in two teams. At the command of the senior brother, the students on both sides rushed forward with fierce attacks, swift movements, and powerful strength. The excitement was no less than that of a TV series. Chu Yu was so excited that he wished he could immediately enroll in a crash course in martial arts and learn a few moves from them.
The boxing style of the Fierce Tiger Martial Arts School is very unique. It looks soft and gentle, but when you strike, the wind howls and every punch hits hard. If you really want to fight someone, the chance of winning is particularly high.
These guys are really good at kung fu. Chu Yu clapped in admiration. However, they all look ordinary and have no special features. These days, actors need to be recognizable. Even if you're playing a supporting role or a villain, you need to be memorable.
But these people were so small that they wouldn't stand out in a crowd, and Chu Yu simply couldn't find a suitable one.
Seeing her lukewarm response, Madam Hua asked, "Didn't you find anyone you liked?"
"Not at the moment."
Madam Hua's gaze swept over the group of people, she clapped her hands, and shouted:
"Where's Seventh Brother? Where did Seventh Brother go? Why didn't Seventh Brother come?"
"Seventh Brother went to the outhouse!" The speaker was a five-year-old boy with chubby cheeks. He walked unsteadily, but his lower body was unusually stable. He also had a shaved head, and from a distance, you could see his hard-boiled egg shining brightly in the crowd.
"Get him out here right now!"
The child spread his hands, looking utterly innocent. "But what if he's pooping? I can't just call him out halfway through, can I? If he rolls out right away, there won't be time to wipe his bottom, and if I don't wipe his bottom, he can't roll out right away. What am I supposed to do?"
Madam Hua took off her shoe and threw it at the child, who couldn't dodge in time and covered his head, crying out.
"Okay, okay! I was just kidding!"
"Even if he's taking a dump, yell it out! Otherwise, I'll poke your asses with a mop!"
The child was so frightened that he shuddered, covered his bottom, and ran away in a comical manner.
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