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Shane first raised the threshold, then changed the subject.
"But coincidentally, I do have a set of programs specifically for adolescent physical development and improving athletic performance, and the price is definitely more honest than those in the West Side."
Then Shane began to talk about his price positioning.
"If your son just wants to improve his basic physical fitness and lay a foundation for tryouts, I have an online supervision plus regular face-to-face instruction model. I can create a detailed cycle training plan and nutritional advice for him..."
"Online communication once every two weeks, and then on weekends you can bring him to the South Side, or I can arrange a time to go to a convenient location near the West Side for a 90-minute focused technical guidance and movement correction session. I charge $300 a month for this model."
Watching Dave calculate, Shane threw out a few other packages.
Dave listened to these clear quotes from Shane and started calculating rapidly in his mind.
Take the highest quote Shane gave later: offline training, twice a week, one hour each time, $399 a month. On average, a session is only about $49.
Compared to those private trainers in the West Side who ask for at least $80 a session right off the bat, this price was dirt cheap. Not to mention that in those places, you'd also have to buy their protein powder and supplements.
Dave had just witnessed the sense of power and stability Shane displayed with his own eyes. This was much more reliable than those big guys in the gym who only knew how to scream while pushing weights.
The conflict on his face had materialized. His eyes were shining, thinking: This is a huge bargain.
But Dave still tried to haggle, "Of course, Shane, if you could... um..."
"No, no bargaining. I dare say you can't find a trainer with better value for money than me in Chicago."
Shane said, observing Dave's expression, and added another weight to the scale.
"Dave, let me add one more thing. If your son really wants to see training results and prepare for tryouts, training alone isn't enough. Eating has to keep up too. You can't train and then go home to eat cola and chips."
Shane looked like he was considering it for him.
"I can provide additional post-training nutritional meals. I prepare them myself: grilled chicken breast, broccoli... clean, high protein. I only charge you $20 a week for this."
$20 a week, that's only $80 a month.
This could solve the problem of proper nutritional meals for his son after training. Dave's eyes lit up again.
In the West Side, a decent vegetable salad costs $15. Add a bottle of water and a tip, and $20 is gone. In comparison, Shane's offer was simply too damn cost-effective.
"The $80 a month nutritional meal, are you serious?" Dave wondered if Shane had mistakenly said 80 instead of 180 and wanted to confirm.
"Yes. If you only want to buy my nutritional meals separately, I'd have to charge you $10 per meal (Pinduoduo quote: $0.3). I'm bundling it with training now, so that's why it's this price."
Shane deliberately inflated the value of the nutritional meal, acting as if he was teaching at a loss.
As Shane spoke, he seemed to feel the bar was a bit stuffy, so he naturally took off his jacket and draped it casually over the back of a nearby chair.
He was wearing a tight-fitting gray cotton tank top underneath. This tank top exposed the smooth yet powerful muscle lines of his upper body.
Dave's gaze was involuntarily drawn over, his pupils dilating slightly.
Just now, through the clothes, he only thought Shane looked lean and tough. Now, seeing the solid results of training more directly, his confidence in finding a gem increased by several notches.
In Dave's perspective, Shane's muscles didn't look like the stiff physique bulked up by drugs. At a glance, one could tell these muscles were the result of absolute self-discipline and scientific training.
If this coach really trained himself to look like this, then teaching his son would definitely have a method, and the price was so honest (cheap).
The word "Deal" was about to burst out of Dave's mouth.
But he thought about it. This decision still needed to be discussed at home. Mainly because his wife basically wore the pants, and the family's financial power wasn't in his hands. He could only forcibly slam on the brakes.
"Shane, this price plan of yours really leaves nothing to say," Dave rubbed his hands again, trying hard to make his voice sound flat and calm.
"But I still have to go back and discuss this with my wife and son. You know, for things related to our son, she basically has to make the final call."
Shane took in all the excitement deep in Dave's eyes and the forced calm on his face. He knew in his heart this was a psychological state of:
"I really, really want to buy, but I feel I still have to go through a process to show my prudence, or I'll drag it out to see if I can get it any cheaper."
Shane often used this trick when haggling with those aunties before.
"Of course, Dave, I understand."
Shane didn't show any "you must come to train with me" attitude.
He handed over a simple card with his contact information.
"Once you've discussed it, contact me anytime. If you want Danny to try a trial class, that's fine too, but the trial class is a bit more expensive, $60 a session."
"Okay, okay, definitely, definitely."
Dave put the card away.
As he turned to leave, he couldn't help but glance at the solid muscle groups under Shane's tank top again.
Shane looked at Dave's "I'm actually not moved at all" appearance and wanted to laugh a little.
Watching Dave leave the bar, he turned his head to look at Fiona, who had been watching the show all along.
"Looks like your search for a helper needs to be moved up."
Fiona didn't show any disappointment about this, because Shane had mentioned it to her before. Once his online business or offline business expanded, his time and energy would definitely not be enough.
Fiona quickly put away the money he won from the bet just now, then turned to look at V, who had also been watching the show nearby.
"Veronica, do you want to come out and run the breakfast stall with me?"
Facing Fiona's strange request, V frowned in confusion.
"Run the stall with you? Fiona, honey, how much does that little stall of yours earn? Is it enough to split? I think I'd be better off mixing drinks in the bar and listening to these bastards brag. Maybe the tips would grow faster."
V's skeptical expression and tone were exactly the same as when Fiona questioned Shane back then.
Fiona didn't answer directly but looked at Shane.
"You explain. You're the boss."
Shane understood immediately.
"Let's go," Shane spoke up directly, also calling over Kevin, who was immersed in the joy of winning money nearby.
"Let's go, let's go into the Iron Gym to chat, and I'll give you this month's breakfast stall dividends while we're at it."
Kevin and V looked at each other. They both saw confusion in each other's expressions, but they didn't ask much.
V raised her chin at the female bartender, Jessie, who was wiping glasses: "Jessie, watch the bar for a bit."
Then, she and Kevin followed Shane and Fiona into the South Side Iron Gym.