Binhai City, the pearl of China's northern seaport, is adjacent to Kyoto. As one of the few municipalities in the country, its economic level is not the best, but at least it can be regarded as first-class. Relying on the port with the largest throughput in the north, the people here live a rich and plain life. China has been open for decades, and the people's material living standards have been continuously improved. Some spiritual and cultural entertainments have gradually spread throughout this metropolis, just like this fencing club located in a building in the city center.

Wei Guoguang rode his slightly worn but well-maintained mountain bike into the underground parking lot of Rongheng Building. There were countless luxury cars here, which contrasted the extremely shabby mountain bikes. There was no way. Now many buildings have no bicycle parking spaces reserved at all. He had to park his car in the underground parking lot with a thick face. Fortunately, he had a good relationship with the security guards and finally had a place to stay.

After parking the car in a place where it would not get in the way, he locked a chain with the fire hydrant next to it. Wei Guoguang said hello to the security guard Lao Hu and walked towards the elevator. The Tang Dynasty Fencing Club is on the 11th floor of the building. It is the leading club in Binhai.

Wei Guoguang is not a member of this club. He cannot afford the ordinary membership fee of 200,000 yuan per year. From the worn-out mountain bike he rides, we can basically know what level his financial situation is. He is an employee here, a fencing coach.

Take the elevator to the 11th floor. When you get out of the elevator door, a huge Tang character emblem catches your eye. After a few words of flirting with the pretty girl at the front desk, Wei Guoguang walks into the employee lounge. The conditions here are incomparable to the member lounge. The boss decorates the member lounge with extreme luxury, while the employee lounge is as economical as possible. Wei Guoguang habitually complains while quickly changing into a white fencing suit.

The Tang Dynasty Club is very large, occupying the entire 11th floor of Rongheng Building. It has a full range of facilities, including physical therapy, fitness, sauna, rest, coffee, bar, and restaurant. Of course, there are also the most important 3 fencing halls and 5 VIP small halls. Wei Guoguang is in charge of the fencing hall C, which has 10 kendos and is usually managed by 2 coaches.

In China, fencing began to gradually enter the eyes of ordinary people after the national Olympic strategy. Compared with traditional martial arts, fencing is a very high-end and fashionable thing that can reflect a certain aristocratic style, which is in line with the current mentality of the Chinese people who have just become rich and pursue the quality of life. In this world, those who are doing well and making money will always show off their sports hobbies when chatting with others, as if not doing so is enough to show their personal taste and grade, even if they may not agree with it in their hearts. Hiking, hiking, donkey walking, racing, rock climbing, taekwondo, parachuting, etc., even pole dancing, you must be able to do one, right? Among them, the more foreign imported products are, the more people flock to them. For example, fencing is such a thing that is both elegant and aristocratic, does not need to be exposed to the wind, sun and rain, and has a bit of practical meaning to show masculinity.

Walking into Hall C, the 300-square-meter hall seemed a little empty. Only four students were playing in pairs on the five kendos that Wei Guoguang was in charge of. That's right, this wasn't fencing, it was just playing. He was on the night shift, from 4 p.m. to 10 p.m., and there weren't many people at the moment. These four students were nocturnal animals, and they usually played until 7 or 8 p.m. before leaving for supper, and then began the evil urban nightlife.

After greeting a few students, Wei Guoguang casually found a chair next to the kendo and sat down, drinking a bottle of mineral water while casually watching the situation on the field. This wasn't a professional sports team, and it didn't really matter whether one could fencing or not. As long as the members had fun, it was fine as long as they thought they could. The key was not to let these uncles get hurt, and that was the most important thing.

Fencing sports include foil, sabre, and epee. The epee is heavy, and people cannot handle long-term swinging without a certain sports foundation. The confrontation rounds are long and physically demanding, so few people choose it. The sabre allows slashing and has a larger effective stabbing range. Basically, two people can end the fight in 1 or 2 seconds, which loses the fun of the round and is easy to get injured. Therefore, not many people choose sabre. Only foil is the favorite of rookie successful people. The sword is lighter, has both attack and defense, and has rounds of advance and retreat. It can occasionally show off, which is the choice of most people.

"Stop, stop..." After observing for a while, Wei Guoguang couldn't stand it anymore. This is not fencing, it's basically a street fight. Training a group of people with no sports talent and trying to ensure that they don't get hurt is really a headache and a sense of accomplishment. If it weren't for the high salary, anyone with ideals, pursuits, and bottom lines would not waste time here.

"Fatty Zuo, can you not run to the side? The reason for the sword is to restrict, attack or defend, advance or retreat... You run around with a sword, what kind of sword is it to fight back..." They are all old acquaintances. Wei Guoguang has a good relationship with these people, so he doesn't need to care too much about whether his words are polite.

"What the hell is this bullshit rule? My body is too big, so I am at a disadvantage..." Fatty Zuo is a security door manufacturer. He is a good person. With the massive construction of urban housing in recent years, he has made a lot of money. But his figure is like this. He has been here for 3 months and has not lost any weight. Instead, he has gained a few pounds and has historically broken the 200 mark.

"And you, Xiao Huang, you use the bow step when fencing, not the chicken step. You jump around like that... And your left hand, do you look good when you make a orchid finger?"

"Is that my sword finger? Sword finger... The masters on TV and in novels all make sword fingers, hehe, it looks much better than that pig head Zuo making a fist..." Xiao Huang, a stylist, seems to be a bit effeminate. He and Fatty Zuo are sworn enemies. If they go on the sword path, they will definitely fight.

Too lazy to argue with the stylist, Wei Guoguang pointed the finger at the third student, "Zhugan, I know you have a good figure and long legs, but this is not a reason for you to kick people casually. It is easy to hurt people, you know? Since you like to use your legs so much, why don't you learn Taekwondo? That is more suitable for you..."

"Sorry, sorry, I was in a hurry. This person, when in a hurry, can't help but use his advantages. I think my habit is still closer to actual combat. Look at the one-armed Taoist priest in Jin Yong's novels. In addition to the fast sword, doesn't he also have to use the soul-chasing kick? The fast sword plus the long legs are a perfect match..."

"Stop it, Wang, you can say it yourself, How many times have you kicked me in the past two months? "The fourth student shouted angrily, "It's only because I'm strong and generous. Why don't you try to kick Zuo Pangzi? He can fight you to death with a kitchen knife. If you kick Huang Xiaoya, she will be like a bean sprout. How much medical expenses will you have to pay... "

Zhugan was not in a hurry and did not suffer any loss in his words, "You dare to say you are generous? I can't control my legs, but every time I kick you, I won't kill you. In just two months, I have eaten all the restaurants on this street. How about this, starting today, it's your turn to kick me, and I will eat you back... "

Wei Guoguang shook his head helplessly. The two brothers were childhood friends and were used to playing around. To be honest, there is no one who is really willing to work hard to learn fencing here. Basically, they fish for three days and dry the net for two days. They just join in the fun. They have money and are willful. What can you do? He didn't have the energy to correct their movements. As long as they were having fun, that was enough. He chatted for a few more minutes and let the brothers practice on their own. Wei Guoguang sat back in his chair and began to think about his own thoughts.