plumnovel Chapter 163 Contribute to Cultural Export!
Chapter 163 Contribute to Cultural Export!
Chapter 163 Contribute to Cultural Export!
"Sister Zhan! Liu Ming, do you know who Tyson Fury is?"
Hearing Liu Ming's enthusiastic statement, Xu Si felt that the inexplicable secondary school had caused her blood pressure to soar, and she wished she could throw the stack of carefully prepared materials in her hand to Liu Ming's face.
"Tyson Fury was born in the Fury family in Manchester, England, which is well-known in the world of boxing. He has received boxing training since he was a child, and he has also shown excellent talent. According to official data, he is 2 meters tall, with a wingspan of 06 meters and a weight of 2-16 pounds."
"When he was young, he had been training with boxing champion Klitschko Jr. One can imagine the strength of someone who can be valued by the world boxing champion Klitschko Jr.."
"In December 08, Tyson Fury officially entered the professional boxing world; in November 12, Tyson Fury won five heavyweight world champion belts from WBA, WBO, IBF, "Boxing Magazine" and IBO. He has a professional record of 15 wins and 11 draw, and 30 KO opponents!"
"From his comeback in 18 to 20, Tyson Fury, who is known as the Gypsy King, fought WBC heavyweight champion Wilder twice. This year, the gaming company even offered a 3 to 1 advantage for Fury's next three fights. Authoritative predictions, Wilder may not survive six rounds at all. One can imagine his super dominance in the heavyweight field of world boxing!"
"If you fight him, it's not looking for abuse at all, it's purely looking for death, okay?"
Although he was scolded bloody by Xu Si, Liu Ming felt moved from the bottom of his heart.
How did she memorize these materials that made people's brains hurt after listening to them?
Thinking of this, Liu Ming smiled: "Sister, that is a sponsorship of up to 5 million US dollars. After doing this vote, even if we get 46 points, we can retire."
If you don’t mention the money, you’ll pay it back, but when you mention this, Xu Si gets even angrier, "Liu Ming, can you use some brains? This is clearly a gold dollar trap set for you by the chaebols. There are no eyes on the ring, and a blow from the world champion will definitely hurt you if you touch it, and you will die if you hit it! 5 million dollars buy your life, your life is so cheap?!"
Unexpectedly, Liu Ming smiled even brighter after listening to it.
"But we are now riding a tiger! If I don't agree to Tyson Fury's challenge, I will definitely be laughed at as a coward."
"Of course, reputation damage is secondary. Pretending to be a grandson is not impossible, but those brand owners have suffered losses. What if they claim sky-high liquidated damages?"
"Okay, even if Yongcheng's family background is strong enough, you can ask the government to intervene with strong means."
"So, what about the international influence? From now on, our Huaxia martial arts will be completely reduced to the laughing stock of the whole world!"
Having said that, Liu Ming took a sip of water from his teacup, and silently organized his words in his heart, "Sister, think about it from another angle. If we challenged, and I won the world boxing champion with Chinese martial arts in the ring, what should I say?"
"First of all, this is a group arena match no less than the comeback of an old boxing champion. Yongcheng can be my promoter and participate in the preparations for this match."
"Secondly, the 5 million sponsored is only on the surface, so what about the gaming company? Now the whole world is not optimistic about me. They slander me, deceive me, humiliate me, laugh at me, belittle me, despise me, hate me, and lie to me. How should I deal with it?"
"That's right, collect their money!"
"Finally, if I can justify my Chinese martial arts name through this world-renowned group arena, how much will the country's cultural output benefit?"
It is different from Zhang Yongcheng and Meng Jia's bright eyes and suddenly enlightened.
After Xu Si heard it, he almost died of laughter, "Liu Ming, the weather has cleared up and the rain has stopped, do you think you can do it again? People can have dreams but not excessive fantasies. Who do you think you are? The hero Huo Yuanjia or Wing Chun Ye Wen? With your three-legged cat's kung fu, you still want to justify the name of Huaxia Guoshu? I don't think you are an endorsement for Guoshu. You bought a bag of salt for Guoshu.
"Anyone can say I can't do it, but you can't."
Liu Ming gritted his teeth.
Being told no by the woman I love, such a wonderful sense of déjà vu is shattered all over the place.
thought here.
Liu Ming put down the cup in his hand and stood up from his seat.
He opened his eyes wide and fumbled around, then stopped in the corner of the hall.
There is a work of art, a coat stand carved from natural solid wood, very much like the wooden dummy used by masters in kung fu movies.
Liu Ming flicked his fingers, and the fork made a bang.
Obviously made of high-grade materials.
"Alright!"
Liu Ming pointed like a knife, swiping lightly from top to bottom.
"Crack, crack!"
I saw two stakes on the coat rack, as thick as a child's arm, snapped off at the sound.
"Sister, what should I say now?"
Xu Si bit her red lips, "The hotel's money will be deducted from your pocket money!"
……
New York Hospital for Special Surgery.
"Hughie, Tommy, I want to tell you a piece of good news. Liu Ming actually agreed to my challenge. Don't worry, I will avenge you! When I get to the ring, I will definitely beat Liu Ming into a pig's head. I will make that Chinese man pay for his blood. I will nail that Laoshizi Huaxia Kung Fu to the pillar of shame forever!" Tyson vowed to his two brothers.
Lying there, Tommy Fury said with difficulty: "Brother, you'd better be careful. That Chinese guy is really... very wicked."
Just as Tyson Fury was about to refute him, the promoter Frank Warren hurried into the ward from the outside, "Tyson, I have something I want to discuss with you."
"what's up?"
"It's about the match between you and Liu Ming. Someone found me and they are willing to pay..."
Before Frank could finish his sentence, Tyson interrupted: "Pay money? You mean to let me punch fake punches and deliberately lose to that despicable Chinese? Could it be that they knew they couldn't beat me, so they sent someone to sue for peace? While accepting my challenge, they also want to spend money to make me lose the match on purpose? They've got their wishful thinking! I'm going to tell the media about this, and I'm going to ruin him and the country behind him!"
"Frank, it's my brother who's lying here now. Do you think I'll make peace with the money? Hughie and Tommy's careers are ruined, and they'll never be a boxer again. As a brother, how can I take that murderer's dirty money!"
"Tyson, you misunderstood. The sponsor is not from Huaxia. Someone wants to spend money to make you fight harder in the ring. It is best to beat him into a cripple!" Frank said.
"Don't worry, I will definitely be ruthless! Wait, you said that someone paid me to beat that Chinese man into a cripple in the competition?"
Tyson Fury was a little unbelievable for a while.
"Yes, if you can break Liu Ming's arm or leg, they are willing to pay. If you can make Liu Ming disabled, they will pay more!"
"Is there such a good thing? Do you know who the sponsors are?" Tyson Fury suddenly realized this. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"Tyson, it's not hard to guess who the sponsor is. The Nihong consortium behind Hirazo Takenaka has invested 154 billion US dollars for the Tokyo Olympics. They hope that Nihong can beat Huaxia on the gold medal list, and that Huaxia is very hopeful. Single-handedly win at least 3 gold medals."
"In addition, the Abu Dhabi consortium's acquisition of Manchester City and the Qatari consortium's acquisition of Paris have also invested billions of pounds. Naturally, they don't want that magical goalkeeper to appear on the green field and block their money from gold dollar football."
Frank expressed his guess without reservation.
"Great! This is sending money to us!"
Tyson Fuli laughed, and the flesh on his body trembled, "Frank, you go and reply to those consortiums. It's okay if you want me to hit him harder. If you want to beat him to a cripple, you have to triple the money! Otherwise, I promise to let a lively Liu Ming walk out of the ring!"
(End of this chapter)