I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 27 Thank you

Facing Song Sheng once again, Ip Man's face showed some embarrassment.

After all, he was still insisting in the morning that he would think about it some more, but in the evening he couldn't wait to take the initiative to come to my door.

For the sake of his family, Ip Man had no choice but to speak: "Mr. Song, I've come to ask about the martial arts school you mentioned this morning."

"Master Ye, I'll say it again, you're always welcome to join us." Song Sheng smiled and continued, "Actually, the reason I invited you, Master Ye, is because I heard about some of your deeds in Foshan years ago."

What you did back then made the Chinese people proud.

The main purpose of this invitation to you is to help promote traditional Chinese martial arts.

I want to pass on the traditions passed down from my ancestors in a more complete and positive way.

Upon hearing this, Ip Man seemed to understand slightly.

No wonder the other party extended an invitation after only meeting him once or twice; it turned out they had heard his story.

"Master Ye, if you're interested, shall we go inside and talk?"

"Okay, Mr. Song, then I'll take my leave."

They went inside, turned on the lights, and sat down.

Song Sheng first poured Ip Man a glass of water, and then began to introduce him:

"Master Ye, the martial arts school I took over is in the Yau Tsim Mong area. The location is quite good, with two floors."

To be honest, I would like to hire more experienced and renowned masters to teach boxing.

Of course, everyone can teach their own things without interfering with each other.

In their free time, if both parties are willing, they can sit down and discuss things with each other, and each can learn from the other's strengths.

"In this way, we can jointly promote and carry forward traditional Chinese martial arts..."

Song Sheng spoke about the topic with great righteousness, constantly mentioning martial virtue and the promotion of traditional Chinese martial arts.

After all, these things really touched Ip Man's heart.

As expected, Ip Man sat quietly to the side, listening for a long time, and occasionally nodding in agreement.

After all that talk, what impressed Ip Man the most was Song Sheng's repeated emphasis on promoting Chinese martial arts.

He sensed that the other party was absolutely sincere in this regard.

Ip Man wasn't hesitating about whether to sign an employment contract with Song Sheng and then teach boxing at someone else's martial arts school.

He's no longer in a position to haggle.

He desperately needs a salary to support his family.

Ip Man sat there, his heart filled with lingering resentment.

After a brief silence, Ip Man raised his head and said:

"Mr. Song, my Wing Chun is, after all, a minor style of martial arts from the South. Aren't you worried that my skills won't be accepted here?"

In fact, during the days that Ip Man opened his martial arts school on the rooftop, it was no exaggeration to say that the place was deserted. Even he himself was a little confused, so he took the initiative to ask.

Song Sheng picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said in a calm tone, "Master Ye, you don't need to worry too much about these issues."

As instructors at the gym, all you need to do is teach boxing with your heart.

Leave the rest to me.

Promoting traditional Chinese martial arts is Song Sheng's mission this time, and he will certainly push it forward unconditionally.

Looking at Song Sheng, who spoke with unwavering conviction, Ip Man suddenly felt that this young man possessed a strange self-confidence that seemed out of step with the times.

After that, Song Sheng spoke a few more words.

After hearing his detailed explanation of the martial arts school, Ip Man was deeply moved.

Song Sheng's words were plausible but ultimately just a way to please the other party.

There's no way around it; Master Ye, a martial arts grandmaster, really enjoys this kind of thing.

If it were a matter of interests, Ip Man would not be interested.

After Song Sheng finished speaking, he thought to himself:

Whether you thank me or not doesn't really matter, as long as you don't ask for a raise, Master Ye.

Song Sheng was thinking of hiring a few more masters, but relatively speaking, Ip Man was easier to fool.

The key is that the instructors at the boxing rings are mostly people who are not short of money.

Trying to lure them in with a salary of only fifty yuan is an insult to them.

They earn a thousand dollars for each fight in a top-level boxing ring, so they don't care about a little bit more. They might not be able to recruit them.

If they can't fool them, then they might have to ask Ip Man to step in.

As your top employee, you should naturally do more work.

I suppose Master Ye can understand the boss.

Ip Man, unaware of Song Sheng's true thoughts, was still filled with emotion.

Ip Man was deeply grateful for the timely help he received during his difficult time.

When he looked up and saw Song Sheng, whose heart was still set on promoting Chinese martial arts, Ip Man felt ashamed of his own shortcomings and resolved to do his part in promoting Chinese martial arts in the future.

Mr. Song is so young, yet he has such ambition. I, Ip Man, will remember his kindness and never forget it!

"You're too kind, Master Ye." Song Sheng put down his teacup. "By the way, Master Ye, are you free tomorrow?"

I need to buy some commonly used items for the martial arts school.

Things like wooden dummy, sandbags, and traditional Chinese medicine for bruises and sprains are still lacking over there and need to be prepared.

"Master Ye, you're an expert in this field, so please give me your opinion when the time comes."

Ip Man nodded in agreement. After listening to Song Sheng's repeated explanations, he now wanted to repay this kindness even more, and also wanted to contribute his own enthusiasm to promoting Chinese martial arts.

Let's start by doing more for Mr. Song!

The two chatted briefly, and when it was time to say goodbye, Ip Man remembered that he had some difficulties at home and said with a little embarrassment, "Mr. Song, I would like to ask for an advance on my salary."

But not too much, twenty or thirty, no, just fifteen yuan will do.

There's still a shortfall in rent, and considering daily expenses, Ip Man probably quoted the lowest possible figure.

Song Sheng took out fifty dollars and handed it all to Ip Man, saying, "Master Ip, if you have any difficulties, just ask. We are all martial arts practitioners, and I will definitely help if I can. Don't be shy."

It's only fifty dollars, not even a fraction of what a boxing match costs. It's nothing.

However, this sum of money was a lifesaver for Ip Man, and he was even more grateful.

The next morning

Ip Man was waiting outside the door early on. When Song Sheng opened the door and saw him, he was startled: "Master Ip, when did you come out?"

Ip Man: "I just went out too."

Song Sheng: How could I not hear the door opening when I just stepped out?

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With Ip Man's help in preparing for the opening of the martial arts school, Song Sheng only needed to pay the money, which saved him a lot of trouble.

Often, when Ip Man walked into a store, he would only need to glance at it a few times before he could speak eloquently about it.

"Boss, the support of this stake is good, but the core of the stake is a bit off-center. It will probably crack after two months of driving." As he spoke, he pointed to the base of the stake leg.

"This kind of stance has its center of gravity too far forward. When practicing internal energy, the entire stance will tilt forward, making it difficult to dissipate the force, and disciples are prone to injury. Either we need to choose new materials, or we need to widen the base by three inches and shift the center of gravity backward."

This explanation left the shop owner completely bewildered.

Song Sheng walked beside him, his only responsibility being to generously pay for the items Ye Wen selected.