Dad, please try harder

Chapter 132 Qian Wenlin: Can’t stop progress!

Author: Dr. Silver

Chapter 132 Qian Wenlin: Can’t stop progress!

On the way back to Guangming Town, Qian Quan took Ding Linlang with him on an electric bike.

"Qian Quan, why does the bird not fly?" Ding Linlang thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out, "Don't tell me, you pinched its claws with your fingers."

"Haha, of course not," Qian Quan said, "It's just a force-relieving technique. When the sparrow takes off, if you make its claws lose the leverage point, it won't be able to fly."

"Sounds pretty easy."

"Yes, in principle it is as easy as why airplanes can fly in the sky, but the process is more complicated."

"I also want to learn kung fu."

"Okay, I'll teach you step by step."

"Then how long will it take for me to learn how good you are?"

"Hahaha..." Qian Quan laughed but didn't answer.

"You are so ridiculous, answer me directly."

"If you concentrate on studying, you can achieve it in fifty or sixty years. It mainly depends on your talent and understanding."

"Fifty or sixty years?" Ding Linlang was stunned.

"Conservative estimate." Qian Quan said, "However, you don't need to learn how good I am. You can just give orders to whoever you want."

"What if I want to hit you one day?"

"Uh... just add more money."

Ding Linlang said with a smile: "I'd better code it carefully. We are good at each other in literature and martial arts, and we all strive to be the best in our own fields."

"Um."

The two chatted and returned to Guangming Town. They had to go to the furniture store first.

At this time, Ye Yunlan was sitting in front of the furniture store basking in the sun. From a distance, she saw Qian Quan riding an electric bicycle with Ding Linlang, and a happy smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Seeing that his daughter seemed to be avoiding suspicion, but actually hugged Qian Quan's waist affectionately from behind, one knew that they were in an absolute period of love.

Young people's love is so straightforward in every move and word. The more they try to cover it up, the more exposed it is. Deep down in their hearts they still don't want to cover it up.

I remember that the day after they confessed, Linlang chatted with him and said, "I just like to be with Qian Quan."

Her voice was not high at that time, but her tone was so firm.

Just like when she chose Fudan.

"Aunt Lan."

Qian Quan stopped the car and took off his helmet.

"Well, you go upstairs and have a look. Your dad seems to be teaching them how to write Spring Festival couplets today."

"OK."

Qian Quan put the car away and went upstairs with Ding Linlang.

"Sifang, you write this, 'The mountains and rivers are beautiful in the snow, and the years are new among the flowers'."

"Li Ying, you write this: 'The house is full of gold and jade, and the family is prosperous, and the fortune spreads all over the sky.'"

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In order to show parents the results of their children's calligraphy learning, Qian Wenlin plans to let them write their own Spring Festival couplets this year.

For children, this is a big task.

After all, during the Chinese New Year in the past, the Spring Festival couplets at home were either written by respected neighbors who were good at calligraphy, or purchased and printed directly. In short, it was a relatively sacred and serious matter.

Now let them write Spring Festival couplets. The children are very excited.

Soon, after today's calligraphy class, the students were still discussing the order of posting Spring Festival couplets.

"Teacher Qian said that when posting Spring Festival couplets, the upper couplet is on the right and the lower couplet is on the left..."

Qian Quan and Ding Linlang were watching everyone's discussion when suddenly an eight or nine-year-old boy walked up to Qian Quan and said, "I saw you on Douyin. Are you Qian Quan, the martial arts master?"

Qian Quan smiled and nodded: "It's me."

It turns out that the post-10 generation also calls themselves martial arts masters.

"I knew it was you! Can you teach me martial arts?"

"Okay." Qian Quan said, "Can you do horse walking?"

"Yes! Our school physical education teacher taught us Zamabu."

"Well, you need to stabilize your horse's stride first."

"But I want to learn Wing Chun."

Just as he was talking, several more students came running over, all clamoring to learn Wing Chun.

One of the things that primary school students like to do most is to listen to the wind and rain, and to make noises along with everyone else.

"Well, starting from tomorrow, if you are interested in learning Wing Chun, you can come to me to learn during your break, and I will teach you free of charge."

Qian Quan thought to himself that it was not actually free. The system had already paid their tuition fees for them.

Does this also count as "all the gifts of fate have a price tag behind them"?

Sure enough, the students were very happy when they heard it.

When they got home, everyone told their parents about the news one after another, so that when Qian and Ding's family gathered for dinner in the evening, Qian Wenlin and Ding Li received calls from parents one after another.

"It's not a separate course, it's Teacher Qian's son, who is studying at Maritime University. Now he's back from the winter vacation. He went to the training class to help, and then some students wanted to learn Kung Fu from him, so he promised everyone that he would take a rest.

When the time comes, I can teach you how to practice.

"This is completely free, and it teaches practice routines. There is nothing dangerous about it..."

Ding Li explained to the phone, and did not specifically mention Qian Quan's identity.

Qian Wenlin’s rhetoric is similar.

"Did parents misunderstand?"

Qian Quan asked after his father and Uncle Qian finished the phone call.

"They thought we were going to start another class and charge additional fees."

"It's normal." After all, Qian Quan is now a shareholder of a sports center and has a better understanding of the inside story of training and applying for a card.

"They felt relieved when they learned it was free." Ding Li said.

"I guess they will come to the site tomorrow to confirm." Qian Wenlin guessed.

Sure enough, the next day, when parents sent their children to class, they confirmed it in person again.

It wasn't until the eight or nine-year-old boy named Chu Yan showed up with his father that things took a slight turn.

"Teacher Qian, is Qian Quan your son?" Chu Yan's father asked excitedly as soon as he entered the room.

"Yes." Qian Wenlin had nothing to hide.

"When Chu Yan went back and told me yesterday, I didn't believe it. How could such a coincidence happen? I didn't expect it to be true."

Qian Wenlin smiled and nodded.

Other parents who knew Qian Quan were also surprised and asked: "Is the Qian Quan you are talking about online the Qian Quan?"

"Yes."

"That is, does he want to teach everyone Wing Chun?"

"right."

"That, that's good."

"Of course that's good. Most people who want to learn kung fu from him can't get one..."

Soon, the news spread among parents. Parents who had secretly felt that the training fee was too expensive suddenly felt that this training class was worth it.

This is a typical celebrity effect.

In the afternoon, Qian Quan's celebrity effect began to take on greater expression.

Throughout the afternoon, more than 50 parents either called or came to the site in person to inquire about the training class.

However, most of them came to ask if "that money man on the Internet" was going to open a martial arts training class here.

When asked, Qian Wenlin and Ding Li both wanted to hold a martial arts training class on the spot.

However, they just thought about it. Qian Quan would go back to Zhonghai to go to school after the winter vacation. There was nothing much he could teach in this little time.

Even a big internet celebrity with nearly 3 million fans must follow objective laws.

Eventually, six or seven more students signed up to learn calligraphy and chess.

This incident deeply touched Qian Wenlin.

Since Qian Quan became popular on the Internet, not to mention his relatives and friends, he also received a lot of messages from old friends whom he had not contacted for many years.

He felt the sense of honor that Qian Quan brought to their family after becoming famous.

Today, he truly felt the practical significance of becoming popular.

Son Qian Quan, participating in various competitions, investing in companies, planning the future with Linlang...

He has been working hard, making progress, and defending the honor of his family.

So as a father, I cannot be proud and complacent or rest on my laurels just because I have achieved a little success.

You must also work harder and never stop making progress.

(End of chapter)