Ski Into Love (Hush, the king is hibernating) [Requested]

Part 71

Chapter 71: Brother Chong, Let's Add Some Spice

If anyone else were to charge 1500 yuan per person for a one-hour group lesson, most people's first reaction would likely be: "Go rob a bank instead."

But with Shan Chong, it was different.

Not because he was particularly noble or miraculous, but mainly because he usually charged 6000 yuan per hour for private lessons—

Although those who love skiing and seriously study it generally have both time and money, no one's money grows on trees...

So for basic beginner courses, fewer people would seek him out.

After all, anyone can teach the basics, and who would want to spend 6000 on something they could learn for 2000, right?

But now that Shan Chong was offering group lessons, it was a different story.

Learning the basics from him was like saying, "I learned the three-step layup from O'Neal (James) (Jordan)." Others hearing this would surely think: Wow! That's impressive!

Plus, there was a guarantee: if you couldn't learn it in an hour? Well, you'd get your money back.

It was quite nice.

The advertising effect kicked in just like that.

Within an hour of announcing it, three-time slots per day for three days were almost fully booked.

Shan Chong's WeChat was flooded with friend requests.

Looking at the constantly increasing number of requests, he remained silent for a while before sincerely remarking, "I feel like I'm running a pyramid scheme."

"1500 is too little!"

Beici, standing in the bathroom combing his hair without turning around, said, "You don't look like you're running a pyramid scheme. You're more like a superstar making an adult film debut for his girlfriend."

Leaning against the bathroom door, waiting for Beici to vacate the toilet, the man directly ignored the latter half of his statement and considered the "1500 is too little" part.

After pondering for a while, he concluded, "These three moves are worth this price."

The park prop box was a long, narrow iron box placed on the ground. It was wide and low, protruding just a few centimeters above the snow surface. It was the first item for beginners in park riding, suitable for those who had mastered basic sliding (able to smoothly change edges on intermediate and advanced slopes).

In the past, if someone wanted to pay a high price to learn this, he would have hesitated to accept, fearing being accused of profiteering—

"You're talking as if you're the moral standard of the industry. Didn't you once teach beginner courses to a few young ladies?"

"..."

The man leaning against the wall remained silent for a few seconds, then lifted his eyelids and asked expressionlessly, "Don't I charge those who are after my good looks?"

This time it was Beici's turn to fall silent.

Before he could speak, a loud coughing sound came from the bathroom in the next room, through the wall.

It sounded like someone was trying to cough themselves to death.

Shan Chong slowly straightened up.

At the same time, his phone in his pocket started vibrating frantically with WeChat messages.

He had been avoiding checking it, but when Beici said, "Your pants are going to vibrate off," he reluctantly took it out and looked—

[Girl Chirp: I heard everything.]