The scene left everyone dumbfounded.
This wasn’t how things were supposed to go! When Gu Zhaoping said you were good at jujitsu, did she mean you were going to buy an entire dojo to learn it??
Was this her way of clapping back at the haters?
But… wasn’t this move a little too extravagant?
For a moment, no one could figure out Gu Zhaoping’s intentions.
[No way, is she really about to buy a jujitsu dojo just to shut the internet up?]
[The cost of this flex is way too high. Must be nice being a rich heiress.]
[This location and size probably only cost a few million. For a wealthy heiress, that’s nothing. If she wants to prove a point, she’ll just buy it.]
The comments gradually took on a sour tone. Meanwhile, the star of the video remained unfazed, stepping out of the car with purpose.
"Welcome! Welcome, Miss Gu! Welcome!"
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a group of burly men and women appeared, their voices booming with enthusiasm.
Their muscular frames were even draped with red welcome banners, and an elderly man hurried down from upstairs, showering them with confetti!
The sheer spectacle stunned the online audience.
What was going on?
Were they really rolling out the red carpet just because she was here to buy the place?
Gu Zhaoping paused for a moment before saying, "No need for the ceremony. Let’s go take a look first."
At that, someone in the crowd couldn’t help but chuckle.
Did Gu Zhaoping actually seem… a little embarrassed by all this?
The thought barely crossed her mind before she shook her head, dismissing it as absurd.
How could she possibly find Gu Zhaoping endearing in this moment—so lively and real?
She couldn’t afford to waver like this. Gu Zhaoping wasn’t someone to be trifled with.
Everything she was seeing right now could just be a carefully crafted PR move. The moment she remembered that, she steeled herself. Right!
Gu Zhaoping followed a few coaches upstairs, and anyone with eyes could see how unusually enthusiastic they were around her.
The viewers couldn’t help but speculate.
[Why are they acting like this? Since when do property buyers get treated like lifesavers?]
[Yeah, a place this size in this location shouldn’t be hard to sell. They could just wait for another buyer. Why are they groveling like this?]
[Maybe it’s because of who she is…]
Someone else chimed in bitterly: [Must be nice being a rich heiress. Gu Zhaoping hasn’t done a thing except spend her family’s money to buy a dojo. She probably knows nothing about jujitsu—maybe just the basics—but now she gets to be the owner.]
[Just born lucky. If I were Gu Zhaoping, I’d get the same treatment. It’s all about the money.]
The tone of the comments grew increasingly resentful.
As Gu Zhaoping reached the upper floor, the camera followed her gaze, panning across the dojo.
The place had been recently renovated, with brand-new facilities and bright lighting. It didn’t match the stereotypical image of a traditional jujitsu dojo at all.
Some viewers even let out a surprised sound as they took in the sight.
Then, someone recognized the location and typed:
[I know this place! It’s near my workplace. I went with a friend who signed up here—affordable prices, and all the coaches were super nice! Wait, are they really selling? Did business go under?]
[I took classes here too! Everyone was so welcoming, and the training was great. No way… if Gu Zhaoping buys it, will it stay the same? Or will she turn it into a spa, an art gallery, or some other business?]
[Why is it always the good places that struggle? I finally found a dojo with so many female coaches, and now this…]
It wasn’t until actual students spoke up that the viewers realized this dojo had a stellar reputation locally.
Many office workers and female college students in the area had enrolled, and feedback was overwhelmingly positive.
[Then why are they selling? With word-of-mouth like this, they shouldn’t be struggling.]
The camera continued scanning the dojo, lingering on the certificates of honor on the walls and the snacks and water the front desk eagerly provided. Viewers couldn’t help but admire how well they’d adapted the little touches of female-friendly service industries.
Even the male coaches lacked the usual condescending attitude—instead, they treated clients like royalty.
[Wow, how have I lived nearby this whole time and never noticed this place? I’ve always wanted to try jujitsu but never found the right spot.]
[Is jujitsu even useful for self-defense? People keep saying it’s pointless, that you’re better off just training to run fast…]
[Don’t bother, it’s useless!]
[Nooo, don’t let someone else buy it! Please keep running it the same way!]
No one expected this episode’s biggest takeaway to be the sudden popularity of this dojo.
From the facilities to the service, everything catered perfectly to young women. Viewers were baffled—how had it stayed under the radar for so long?
Just as the camera lingered on these details, another voice cut in: "Is the former owner here? Let’s get the contract signed."
Only when a coach responded excitedly did the audience realize—former owner?
So these coaches weren’t the actual proprietors? Gu Zhaoping was here to sign with the previous owner?
The camera followed Gu Zhaoping into the training area, sweeping past a hallway where a nameplate flashed briefly on-screen.
One sharp-eyed viewer caught it, screenshot and zoomed in, then posted it online for discussion.
At first, no one paid much attention—but then someone recognized it.
Wait.
Tan's Dojo!?
Wait, isn’t this that jiu-jitsu blogger who provoked Gu Zhaoping online before?!
Holy crap, no way!
For a moment, everyone shared the same bold speculation!
Could it be that Gu Zhaoping didn’t respond publicly to any of this online, but she actually saw everything? And the way she chose to confront that blogger from Tan's Dojo wasn’t through words—but by buying out his dojo?!
Damn, is this her way of clapping back? Is this how a wealthy heiress rolls??
It kinda feels like a nouveau riche throwing their weight around.
Sure, it’s satisfying, but when they put themselves in the shoes of that poor dojo owner who suddenly had his place bought out from under him, they couldn’t help but feel indignant.
Then it suddenly hit someone—wasn’t that blogger from Tan's Dojo the one who went off on a rant online, lashing out at people? Could that have been because his dojo got snatched up?
Okay, now they understood. Dude had every right to lose it. And from the looks of it, he didn’t even want to bring it up again, let alone mention Gu Zhaoping’s name.
A heavy feeling settled in everyone’s chest as they realized Gu Zhaoping must’ve pulled some shady, high-handed moves afterward.
Netizens couldn’t help but sympathize with the dojo owner.
[Poor Tan Li. All he did was voice a reasonable doubt, and Gu Zhaoping goes and does this? Buying out his dojo like some cheesy CEO power move? This kind of “clapback” just comes off as tacky.]
[I can’t even watch this anymore. This heiress is so… bland. Even that stunt where she threw money around online to dig up evidence felt off—like she’s so high and mighty, thinking cash can bulldoze over any dissent. Does she really think she can do whatever she wants?]
[Exactly! Gu Zhaoping’s whole “redemption arc” is just flexing her wealth. Like she can magically undo any slight with money. So immature, honestly.]
[Can’t she develop some actual skills instead of just throwing cash at problems? Is money her only weapon?]
But just as the backlash against Gu Zhaoping was heating up again—
Boom. Heavy footsteps thudded from outside the training room, like some hulking guy was stomping up without a care in the world.
He even had the audacity to bang on the glass door while yelling, “You guys scrape together the cash yet? If you can’t afford to buy this place, get the hell out!”
Hearing that voice, the person who’d just been criticizing Gu Zhaoping froze. So did everyone else.
[...]
As the voice faded, a muscular man rounded the corner.
Dressed in a tight workout tee and shorts, his bulging muscles made it clear he wasn’t someone to mess with. Most people would’ve backed off at the sight of him.
But the audience recognized him instantly.
Holy shit—wasn’t this the owner of Tan's Dojo?!
Tan Li often showed his face in videos, and after his public challenge to Gu Zhaoping went viral, people had already dug up his entire background.
Tan Li?? What the hell was going on now?
When they replayed his words in their heads, a sinking feeling hit them.
[Wait… no way. That can’t be right.]
[He’s the bad guy here?]
[But that sounded like straight-up villain dialogue!]
[Hold on, let’s not jump to conclusions. Maybe there’s a misunderstanding. What if Tan Li’s actually the victim here, and the coaches inside are the ones trying to screw him over?]
[Whoa, that’s a stretch. Those coaches are solid—I know them. How can you just accuse them like that?]
[Relax, I’m just speculating. Don’t take it seriously.]
Right then, Coach Gao and a few others rushed out, standing shoulder-to-shoulder on the stairs, finally looking like they had the upper hand as they glared at Tan Li.
Coach Gao studied him coldly before scoffing. “Tan Li, you were my master’s disciple. Acting like this—have you no shame?”
The blogger from Tan's Dojo just laughed, shrugging. “Shame? Please. I could switch mentors tomorrow and still master jiu-jitsu. And hey, if you can’t cough up the cash for this place, you’re out! Yeah, I leased it to you before—so what? The contract’s almost up, and I’m changing the terms. What’re you gonna do about it? Pay up or get lost!”
[???]
[Did he just say he leased the place to them and now he’s backing out?]
[Wow, what a scumbag!]
Unbeknownst to Tan Li, the cameras had already caught everything. He sneered, “Remember—I’m the owner here. You think you can just bring in some rando to buy me out?”
He didn’t believe it for a second.
Sure, there were people who could drop 6 million in cash—plenty, actually.
And yeah, lots wanted to buy the place. But his condition was full payment upfront, no loans.
That alone weeded out 99% of buyers.
At this point, everyone realized how absurdly entitled he was being. Yet he remained oblivious, doubling down with a smirk. “This dojo isn’t for just anyone. If you wanna take it over, you’ll have to go through me first!”
He was just talking trash, not even aware that Gu Zhaoping was inside—let alone that she was the one trying to buy the place.
But the audience knew.
Within seconds, the comments exploded.
Wait… no freaking way. This couldn’t be happening, right?
Just yesterday, Tan Li was challenging Gu Zhaoping to prove herself in his dojo. And now, here they were, facing off?! Under these circumstances?
Talk about fate.
How did this even happen? It’s too dramatic!
As they spoke, Coach Gao shoved Tan Li into the training room!
Someone suddenly wondered—hold up, wasn’t Coach Gao just singing Gu Zhaoping’s praises? Why would he push a jiu-jitsu expert in to fight her? Was this a setup?
Then, like a lightning bolt—a realization struck.
This lingering doubt didn't last long before the two came face to face.
Gu Zhaoping sat by the window, her posture upright and poised.
At first, she didn’t glance toward the entrance. Only after hearing Tan Li’s challenge did she seem to notice the commotion, turning her head calmly.
Hiss…
It had to be said—though they’d been observing Gu Zhaoping’s routine since morning, locking eyes with her at this moment still left many stunned by her icy gaze and commanding presence.
It was only then that some realized… when stripped of prejudice, Gu Zhaoping actually carried an undeniable aura.
Had they not known about her past, a single glance might have been enough to be utterly captivated.
In the next instant, Gu Zhaoping raised a brow ever so slightly.
"To be the head of this place, do I need your approval first?"
She lifted a hand, utterly indifferent, not even a flicker in her expression.
With a casual motion, she brushed the suit jacket draped over her shoulders—letting it slide off, the gesture effortless, cool, and utterly unbothered.
"I’m the new head here. Come on."
……
……
Silence.
A long, heavy silence.
Before the next scene could unfold—
Suddenly, everyone seemed frozen, staring in disbelief before screams finally erupted.
Holy shit?!
That was Gu Zhaoping?! The same Gu Zhaoping who just looked that damn cool?!
What did she say? "I’m the head here, you wanna go?"
Did she even know Tan Li’s reputation? How could she dare challenge a professional like that? Even if she’d trained in jujitsu for a year or two, did she really think she could take on an actual expert?
Sure, that move was slick, but was she seriously risking her life over pride? Sometimes you just had to know when to back down—
Then, in the next second, every pair of eyes widened in shock.
Gu Zhaoping stood there, dressed in a sleek pearl-sheen silk blouse, tailored trousers, and leather boots—facing the renowned instructor of Tan's Dojo without a hint of hesitation.
Before Tan Li could even finish his taunt, her hand moved.
No one saw it coming. No one could even process the motion—maybe a slow-mo replay would make sense of it later.
But the result was already undeniable.
"Try landing a hit first, then we’ll talk."
BAM!!!
A dark figure flipped through the air before crashing hard onto the floor.
Gu Zhaoping didn’t even break a sweat. She merely adjusted her cuffs with the same calm, rolling them up slightly to reveal toned forearms—veins and muscle definition surfacing briefly from the force of the throw.
No bulky frame. No exaggerated strength.
And yet—
Her wrist even bore a pearl-strapped watch, which sharp-eyed viewers pegged as a luxury piece worth millions. Everything about her screamed elite, like she’d just stepped out of a high-rise corporate office.
…And yet, she’d just effortlessly flung a jujitsu master—a dojo coach—onto the mat with a single knee-drop throw.
Tan Li was stunned.
The coaches were stunned.
Even the cameraman froze, the lens shaking briefly before locking in.
And off-screen?
Viewers lost their minds.
What?!
Huh?!
She took down Tan Li in one move?!
Wait—did they just see Gu Zhaoping throw him? Did she actually know jujitsu? Was she for real? Was she actually a pro?!
Some shrieked, bolting upright from their chairs. Others, watching in bed, nearly tumbled onto the floor. A few, sneaking the video in class, gasped aloud—
Only to get scolded by their teacher.
Gu Zhaoping had already shocked everyone, but what came next was even more unbelievable.
She crouched, pinning Tan Li’s arm behind his back, and asked flatly, "That enough for you?"
"Not enough?"
She answered her own question, gripping his wrist again and hoisting him by the waistband.
A young woman who didn’t even look particularly aggressive was now throwing a grown man—again.
BAM!
The motion-sensor lights flickered.
BAM!!!
Another throw.
By now, everyone was gaping.
Finally, Tan Li frantically waved surrender. "Enough! Enough! Let’s just sign the damn contract—stop throwing me!"
Gu Zhaoping paused, almost… disappointed. Still crouched beside him, her breathing was barely uneven despite the exertion—nothing about her seemed ruffled.
She tilted her head slightly and said, perfectly composed:
"I’m not an amateur. I am the expert."
……
Why had that coach sent Tan Li to test her?
Gu Zhaoping gave them their answer.
Their respect for her had nothing to do with her background.
Across screens, people screamed.
This was insane. Absolutely insane.
They couldn’t believe their eyes. If Gu Zhaoping really knew jujitsu—what else could she do? How much of her past claims were true?
