Picked up a dark secret martial world

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While Han Ze, Zuo Xin and Chen Yanan were chatting, many people in the boxing gym also recognized him.

Passed by one to ten, then to a hundred, everyone looked at him and talked in low voices at the same time.

There are basically no dark horses in the fighting world. Famous fighting masters have grown up step by step by training hard and participating in various competitions since childhood. It is very rare for young fighting masters like Han Ze to suddenly appear out of thin air.

Because of this, videos of him playing against people are considered scripts.

Soon Tao Dawei, Lu Feiyang and the others came over and gathered around Han Ze to reminisce about old times.

"When did you come back? You didn't even call me!"

"Time flies so fast, it's been a month in the blink of an eye."

"Han Ze, you have been seeing the dragon all day long, what are you busy with..."

While they were chatting here, Zuo Xin soon came over and told him that the district leader invited him to take a photo and be interviewed by a TV reporter.

Han Ze went over to take a photo with the leaders of the District Sports Bureau, and then accepted a brief interview with reporters.

Then the game started under the spotlight.

After all, it's not a formal competition, it's just an offline fighting exchange, and it's not that formal.

Of course, there were many cameras at the scene. Several local TV stations carried out live broadcasts. In addition, there were more than ten or twenty various self-media anchors, each carrying long guns and short cannons for live broadcasts.

Before taking the stage, Han Ze looked at the ubiquitous advertisements in the boxing gym and asked Zuo Xin casually: "How much advertising fees did you share for this competition?"

Zuo Xin asked with a puzzled look: "What advertising fee? None. We just borrowed the venue. The advertisements on the wall were done by other people and have nothing to do with us."

When Han Ze heard this, he was immediately surprised.

"Damn it! What are you talking about? I haven't even given you a penny of advertising money?"

Zuo Xin saw Han Ze's surprised look and said with some embarrassment: "Because it was coordinated and organized by the district gymnasium, we have also received policy support from the district government before, so we don't have the nerve to raise the share. And you set a limit of 100 million Bonus, we thought you didn’t care about money.”

"Who told you that I don't care about money? Bonuses are bonuses. They are using us to make profits and don't give us a penny. How embarrassing."

After a pause, Han Ze continued: "As for the care you mentioned, you also said it is a policy, one code equals one code! In this way, you can ask them, if all these advertising revenues are classified as local fiscal revenue, then none of them will be charged. . If it is divided up by private individuals, then I’m sorry, the money you get will be [-]-[-] compared to us, otherwise there will be no comparison.”

After hearing what Han Ze said, Zuo Xin had no choice but to go find someone for consultation.

Han Ze then said to Chen Yanan: "As well as the self-media at the scene, tell them that if they want to live broadcast, the revenue must be split [-]/[-], otherwise they will not be allowed to live broadcast."

It doesn't matter if you take photos and post them on Moments, but if you use him to make money and don't give him a share, don't even think about it.

He suddenly thought of the Dong Fangfang sisters. They have been conducting evaluations and cracking down on fraud every day for more than a month, and there has been no improvement so far.

Anti-fake videos are often complained about and removed from the shelves, and they are also subject to physical threats.

After all, the two girls are not as mentally prepared as the boys, and they have been a bit emo in the past week.

"Should we let them live broadcast the game? We will specialize in this type of live broadcast in the future. As long as we get bigger, we can still make a lot of money!"

Thinking of this, Han Ze turned around and came to the lounge, took out his mobile phone and called Dong Fangfang.

……

Seeing Han Ze turn around and leave as soon as he appeared, the people in the boxing gym suddenly became excited.

"Hey, why did he leave?"

"Hey, are you going to compare?"

"Hurry up, you are so slow to do it, don't you dare to compete?"

"Hahaha, can't you see it? He is scared!"

"Damn it, I was so excited at first, thinking I was really going to witness a miracle! It turns out it really is a script." "It must be a script! Those Zhang Shaojie and Wan Yang are both locals from China Overseas, so they are easy to bribe. Not this time. Likewise, Lu Ziwu, Ke Qian, Guanghua, and Fei Zirui are all young fighting masters from all over the country, and they have excellent characters, so it is impossible to bribe them!"

"You also forgot to mention that Fei Zirui's family is the second generation of rich people. They run a company and are not short of money at all..."

While the audience was making noises, Zuo Xin asked someone on the other side and got some information.

As Han Ze expected, this match really had nothing to do with the district. It was organized by the relevant personnel of the boxing gym. After all, it was not a formal match, and the natural revenue would not go to the district's fiscal revenue.

As for whose pocket the money actually went into, you can probably guess.

Zuo Xin found Wu Mingli, the person in charge of the boxing gym, and explained his purpose straight to the point.

When Wu Mingli heard Zuo Xin's words, his expression suddenly changed, and he reprimanded with an official look on his face: "Xiao Zuo, we provide you with the competition venue for free and provide you with various services without charging a penny. Now you But you ask us for money in turn, do you still have a conscience?"

Wu Mingli still had something to say.

Those advertising sponsorships were all obtained through his own personal connections, so why should he share them with them?

If it were Zuo Xin in the past, she would definitely not dare to say anything anymore. After all, her fight club also enjoys the benefits of being in the district. If she offends someone, their care policy will definitely be criticized if they say something bad behind their back. Take it off.

But now she doesn't care. With the medicinal bath given by Han Ze, her ability to resist blows has increased sharply. Chen Yanan's bare fist hit her face, and she didn't feel much pain. She already planned to fight with Chen Yanan. The UFC.

Therefore, when faced with Wu Mingli's words, she said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Director Wu, if it is organized by the district and the income is controlled by the district's finances, then of course I have nothing to say."

"But as far as I know, these advertising fees don't seem to have anything to do with the district. If Director Wu doesn't share the accounts, that would be embarrassing. The competition ends here!"

"What did you say?" Wu Mingli was so angry when he heard this, "I tell you Zuo Xin, if you dare to abstain and refuse to compete, you will bear the consequences!"

Zuo Xin said with a smile: "Consequences? We didn't get a penny, what consequences do we have to bear? Director Wu, on the other hand, you have collected so much money, and I'm afraid you will have to pay out every penny by then, but you don't know Director Wu Are you willing to let it go?"

Wu Mingli: "You..."

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At the same time, inside Tenghui Building, Dong Fangfang was distressed.

It took a month of hard work and hard work to live broadcast, but the results were mediocre in terms of evaluation and anti-counterfeiting. The main reason was that there were too many anchors of the same type, and they had no characteristics.

Dong Fangfang also truly understood, what does it mean that one general can achieve the goal of killing thousands of people?

Most of those successful anchors are just pigs standing in the spotlight. The right time, place and people are indispensable.

Now that time has passed, it is almost impossible to replicate the success of those people!

While Dong Fangfang was sighing, her sister Dong Feifei arrived late.

Judging from the rippling eyes and the weird way his legs were walking, it was clear at a glance that he was slapped badly by someone last night.

Dong Fangfang was feeling worried. When she saw Dong Feifei's appearance, she became very angry. She was about to teach her a few words when a call came. When she picked it up, she saw that it was Han Ze.

"Hey...ah...ok, I'll go over now."

Dong Fangfang hung up the phone and didn't care about lecturing Dong Feifei. She stood up and said, "Han Ze is holding a fighting competition over there in the gymnasium. Let's go over to live broadcast. Do you want to go over?"

When Dong Feifei heard this, she was so frightened that she waved her hands and said, "If you don't want to go, I won't go... Sister, you can go."

Han Ze called her out in the middle of the night last night, and now she's almost falling apart.

"I'm leaving."

Dong Fangfang took the bag and left in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)