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However, since Miao Meng himself has become interested, it is not something he needs to worry about.

"This gym is probably one of the oldest in Japan. It was built in the 1970s."

"I see... What's the scale?"

"As for the area, it's probably only about fifty square meters at most."

Many commercial gyms are thousands of square meters in size.

The venue is large, well decorated and has new equipment.

"Anyway, there's no treadmill, yoga or swimming pool here, not even a bathroom."

“Is there any gym like this?”

Miao Meng’s eyes widened.

"Of course there are, but now there is indeed a lack of equipment. As for the equipment, it is mainly free equipment. I feel that it can be described as an iron gym."

The so-called iron gym is a place with simple and practical sports equipment, which mainly uses barbells, dumbbells, kettlebells and other materials and facilities to perform various training movements, and can only perform resistance movements.

Modern gyms, on the other hand, are more comprehensive and offer a wide variety of equipment.

Of course, the fees are also more expensive.

“Although this gym only has one staff member and trainer, this person is an expert.”

Shengren continued his introduction.

"Expert?"

"Well, this guy won first place in the Kanto region bodybuilding competition when he was young."

"So awesome? Then why is he in a small gym like this?"

This is a legitimate suspicion.

With this level of skills, you can definitely get better treatment.

"He took over this gym more than 20 years ago. The previous owner of the gym had passed away when he took over. In order to commemorate the former owner, the female owner entrusted it to the former owner's friend, the old man."

"So it was the hostess who requested that the original appearance of the gym not be changed, right?"

"It's like this... How about it, do you think you can make a video?"

Shengren naturally understood Miao Meng's plan.

This kind of story of a gym master full of humanistic feelings is likely to become a hit if it is made into a video.

As a blogger, Miao Meng can naturally take this opportunity to make a fortune.

But the question is, what can we do to make this video popular?

Also, considering Miaomeng’s target audience—young women, would they like this kind of video?

These are difficult things to say.

Of course, as mentioned before, the gender ratio in this town is terribly unbalanced, otherwise it wouldn’t be the so-called “capital of girl bands.”

Therefore, this kind of iron gym will naturally not have much income.

Shengren must be trying to see if he can use Miaomeng's traffic to boost her business. If Miaomeng can also make money from this, then it's a win-win.

But no one can guarantee whether this video will become popular.

After all, Miao Meng needs to eat, and Shengren feels a little embarrassed to waste her energy.

"It's okay. It doesn't take much effort to make a video. You can't hit the target easily by just shooting with a pistol, but it would be fine if you just fired a lot of bullets with a shotgun, right?"

Miao Meng raised one hand and pointed it upwards as if shooting a gun.

It turned out to be the case.

Spray a large number of videos at the same time and attack from all directions. It is enough for one bullet to hit the bird named Hot.

She probably had the same idea when she entered the fitness industry.

Anyway, there is still the beauty business to make a living, so it would be great if we could expand into the new field of fitness. If we can’t, then forget it, just switch to another one.

This is human nature, and there is nothing to despise about being a winner.

He took Miao Meng to an alley, went up the dark stairs outside to the second floor, pushed open the door, and entered this old-fashioned gym.

As Shengren said, time has left quite a mark here.

The yellowed walls, cracked plastic floor, and rusty iron rods look like old early color photos.

“It’s really not that simple…”

The exaggerated muscle lines in the photo made Miao Meng smack her lips.

While Miaomeng was looking around and thinking about how to shoot the video, Shengren came to the counter, which looked quite old, and registered to pay.

Don't worry, there is no misunderstanding of the underlying logic, only...

"Young man, this girl doesn't feel good."

The old man whispered in Shengren's ear.

"Too materialistic. Don't be fooled by her."

No. Am I that easily fooled?

"Don't worry, old man. She and I are just cooperating."

Moreover, in fact, Miao Meng is not as materialistic as he seems, he just calculates the accounts more clearly.

Noticing that Shengren was paying the money, Miao Meng turned her head and looked over.

"How much? I'll give it to you when I'm done."

"Five hundred yen a time, but that's okay, you don't practice anyway, and the old man said he'll only take my money."

"That's it..."

"But this should be the last time I collect money from you."

The old man suddenly said this.

"Ah, isn't it going to last forever?"

I've been talking about this all my life, and I've become obsessed with it.

"I'm old and not feeling well anymore, so I'm ready to go back home."

Don't.

Before Shengren could finish his words, the old man spoke immediately.

"So, I'm going to leave this place to you, young man."

"……what?"

"Take over this gym? Me?"

Shengren's mind was confused.

"The title deed to this house is here, so there is no need to rent it. There is no air conditioning and no bathroom, so the water and electricity bills are not expensive. Although there are few customers, I still make a profit."

"If necessary, I can leave some money for early operations... The same rules apply, don't add new equipment, try to keep it original..."

"No, no, no, that's not a problem."

Will the eldest son of the Ushiromiya family be short of money?

So, it's not about the money.

Although Shengren has to go to school on weekdays, it is easy to ask someone to look after the store.

"I'm still a student and I can't afford the rent for this gym."

I won’t say that I can do everything, and my mind is not filled with only myself.

108

Chapter 108: Another day of falling under the hands of Xian Juan.

Until now, Shengren still planned to refuse, but...

"To be honest, you are the only young person that an old man like me can look forward to."

The old man sighed deeply.

"If you insist on refusing, I can find someone else, but I can't trust them as much as you do."

look forward to.

trustworthy.

As soon as these two words came out, Shengren fell silent.

after awhile.

"Just leave it to me, old man. I will take good care of this gym until I am 90 years old, and then pass it on to the next person I trust."

I can't betray the trust of others...

Miao Meng looked at the conversation between Shengren and the old man with a thoughtful expression.

This is not a good thing. Do I have to live my whole life the way others expect me to?

But thanks to this scene.

Miao Meng knows how to shoot this video.

"Well, you just need to exercise as much as you can in front of the camera later."

She came to Shengren's side.

"is it?"

"Well, but I will ask you some questions in the middle, and you just need to answer truthfully."

Since Miao Meng said so, Shengren just ignored it.

He put on his new battle suit.

Wearing the orange Lakers No. 24 sports vest and a -kilogram plate with a pole, I was ready to start warming up.

“It looks like the equipment here is very old.”

Miao Meng picked up her cell phone and took pictures from a distance.

The so-called sense of age refers to the traces of oxidation on the film.

"The brand on the film is called Nippyo?"

"Yeah, Nippyo."

After doing a dozen simple warm-up exercises, Shengren sat up.

At this time, the camera also focused on his face.

"It's an old Japanese brand. The slices were very filling, but it's been discontinued now."

"So there's no way to replace the rusted rods and plates?"

"Well, so I can only use sandpaper to grind the equipment here when I have time. I'm afraid that using hydrochloric acid will reduce the weight."

"Aren't you afraid of tetanus? The rust is so heavy."

"look."

Shengren raised his hand, and Miaomeng immediately focused on it, understanding what he meant.

After looking at each other, she touched him.

"Although I don't have thick calluses, my hands aren't tender enough to be cut by something like this and bleed."

"This is the mark left by exercise."

Shengren adjusted the weight, increased it to 120 kg, and started doing sets.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Miao Meng focused precisely on Shengren's undulating pectoralis major muscles, and recorded the entire process from sticking the bar to his chest to straightening his arms.