In a certain lounge at the Beijing Martial Arts Conference.

Peng! Peng! Peng!

A thin man with tanned skin and a fist belt wrapped around his forehead banged a vertical sandbag placed on the floor of the room.

Although the man is short, his body is full of muscles and he looks very explosive.

"Okay, Xibachai, don't be angry. Just go to the ring and knock down your opponent later to prove yourself! There is no need to be angry over such a trivial matter."

Next to the man, a man wearing a black suit and a blue shirt smiled and expressed relief.

Xiba stopped hitting the sandbag after hearing the man's words and turned to look at him.

"Song, with all due respect, your country's Wing Chun is not qualified to be compared with Muay Thai! The odds they gave are an insult to Muay Thai!"

Xipochai said with a sinister look on his face: "I won't be merciful in the ring later, I will use my strength to prove how ignorant they are!"

The man whom Xibo guessed was called "Song" was called Song Qirong. If Wang Yichen saw him, he would definitely recognize him at a glance.

Song Qirong, like Wang Yichen, is a wealthy second generation, and there are many business relationships between the companies of the two families.

"Hahaha, that's right! Don't worry about the official odds. The odds can reflect some situations, but they are not absolute.

Song Qirong said with a smile: "If the official prediction is so accurate, everyone will just suppress the one who practices Wing Chun. What fun would there be in that?"

The odds are high, which allows us to make more money. This time I’m betting 10 million on you. I have confidence in you, so don’t let me down.”

Xi Bochai said with a look of disdain: "I am 100% sure to beat that Wing Chun! Wing Chun practitioners are not even qualified to lift shoes for Muay Thai!"

"Haha, it's okay to be confident, but don't be too complacent. Don't be arrogant when you get on stage. You must be very energetic."

Song Qirong saw Xibo Guai's arrogant look and said with a slight frown:

"In the arena of the Capital Martial Arts Tournament, some players are defeated every year because of their arrogance.

No matter whether the opponent is strong or weak, you must use all your strength and energy to deal with it."

Song Qirong didn't really care about Xi Bochai, he just didn't want to lose money.

Although according to the official odds, Luo Yanning had a higher chance of winning, Song Qirong still resolutely put all his 10 million on Xibochai.

He knew Xibochai's strength. He started boxing when he was 12 years old. Now he is 24 years old and has been participating in various boxing rings in T country.

Whether it is physical strength or technology, Xibochai is currently at his peak.

The higher the odds, the more money you make, and who doesn’t want to make more money?

Contrary to Xi Bochai, Song Qirong is not only not angry, but also very happy!

If Xipo wins the guess, the odds are as high as 6.35, and the 10 million he bet directly increases his skill by more than 6 times!

As for why you are so confident in Hippochai?

Because Song Qirong deliberately concealed many of his glorious achievements when he brought Xibochai to register, the official estimate of his combat power was somewhat low.

For a veteran like Song Qirong, who has participated in martial arts competitions in the capital all year round, he did not dare to take the risk of letting Xibo guess a fake punch, but concealing the strength of the player was too high and the odds were too high. It was normal!

Xibochai said with a sinister look on his face: "Song, you can rest assured on this. We in T country have a saying that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

I will never have any mercy for the person standing opposite me in the ring. Even if the person opposite me is a rabbit, I will fight it with all my strength until it is completely beaten to death."

After Song Qirong heard Xi Bocai's assurance, he smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "It's best if you think so. Play hard. Winning money will benefit you."

…

Less than fifty meters away from Song Qirong and Xi Bocai.

When Luo Yanning and Wang Yichen were smoking and chatting in the rest room, there was a knock on the door.

interrupted the conversation between the two.

"I gonna go see."

Wang Yichen said something to Luo Yanning, got up, walked to the door and opened the door.

"Hello, Mr. Wang, I'm not disturbing you, right?"

The door opened, and standing outside was a man wearing a brown suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and holding a briefcase in his hand.

"Who are you?"

Wang Yichen looked at the other party with a puzzled face. He did not recognize the person coming.

"Master Wang, can you please take a step to speak? There are some things that are not convenient to say here."

While the man was speaking, he glanced towards the lounge.

"Your Majesty, this guy wants to come in and say a few words, do you mind?"

Wang Yichen did not immediately agree to the man's offer, but turned around to ask Luo Yanning's opinion first.

Luo Yanning didn't care, she said casually without thinking, "Come in."

"Then please come in." After receiving Luo Yanning's permission, Wang Yichen stepped aside and let the man into the house.

After the man entered the door, he looked at Luo Yanning and said with a smile: "Is this the first time Mr. Luo has participated in a martial arts competition this year? He looks very unfamiliar."

"Yes, this is the first time. If you have anything to say, sit down and talk." Luo Yanning admitted frankly. There was nothing to hide.

The man sat on a chair opposite Luo Yanning and casually put the briefcase in his hand on a small table in front of him.

"Time is urgent, so I won't make any detours with you two."

As the man spoke, he opened his briefcase, took out a signed check, looked at Luo Yanning and said:

"If Mr. Luo is willing to let go later, these 10 million will be yours. You can rest assured that we can guarantee your life safety."

After the man finished speaking, he held the check in both hands and respectfully handed it to Luo Yanning, his eyes full of determination.

You can easily get a huge sum of 10 million, which is no different from a sudden windfall.

Unfortunately, he found the wrong person...

Luo Yanning paid 50 million for her to win. How could she deliberately lose with fake punches for the 10 million, unless she is mentally ill!

Not only him, Wang Yichen would not allow him to lose the game for these 10 million, because he also bet 19 million on Luo Yanning, so he won.

Luo Yanning refused without hesitation: "Sir, you have found the wrong person. I will not give false punches."

The man was surprised when he was rejected by Luo Yanning, but he still continued to persuade:

"Mr. Luo, 10 million is a lot. With this 10 million, you can do a lot of things you want to do. But if you pass this village, there won't be this store."

"I see that you are also a frequent visitor to martial arts competitions. You should also know the consequences of fake punches. Take your check and go away. We don't care!"

When Wang Yichen saw that Luo Yanning was still pestering him after he refused, his tone of voice when he spoke to him suddenly became much more rude.

"Young Master Wang, Mr. Luo, if you two are dissatisfied, we can talk more."

Even though Wang Yichen spoke coldly to him, the man still had a smile on his face:

"There are still 10 minutes until the end of the game. If you two have any ideas, you can just say it."

Wang Yichen smiled and said, "How about you give us both 100 million?"

The man smiled and said, "Young Master Wang, you are joking."

Wang Yichen said seriously: "I'm not kidding, we don't have to talk about this matter today because we are short of 100 million."

"Haha, excuse me..."

Seeing that Wang Yichen and Luo Yanning looked determined, the man put the check back into his briefcase, stood up and left without saying a word.

Peng!

After the man left, Wang Yichen closed the door firmly.

"Every year there are smart people like this who want to use tricks to make money. They are so self-righteous. Do you really think the officialdom is so easy to fool around with?"

Luo Yanning echoed: "Can you come up with 1

0 million to bribe players, that’s quite a lot of courage.”

Wang Yichen said with a smile: "Well, last year someone came to me and Gao Hai with 3 million and wanted us to do fake punches. It's ridiculous.

At that time, Xing Haoqian and I bet 30 million, and he came to my place with 3 million to send out beggars! I kicked him out before he could finish a sentence!"

Luo Yanning looked out the window and said calmly: "It seems that as long as the benefits to be gained are large enough, no matter how strict the rules are, some people will dare to take risks."

Wang Yichen nodded and said: "That's right, the Beijing Martial Arts Competition produces a group of paupers every year.

But there will also be many people who gain hundreds of millions and become billionaires here overnight.”

Luo Yanning suddenly felt a little confused after listening to Wang Yichen's words.

Originally, he thought that he could earn 100 million in just over two months by relying on the [Super Scenic Area System], which was already great.

But in front of these capital bosses at the Beijing Martial Arts Conference, even if he has the [Super Scenic Area System], he is still a younger brother.

"The days ahead are still very long. One day, I can become a capital boss, and even become a being that these capital bosses look up to."

After feeling melancholy for less than two seconds, Luo Yanning figured it out and became full of confidence in her future.

People grow up slowly, and you cannot become fat in one bite.
To be continued...