Merry masseuse

Chapter 590 Double Winning Streak

"Only give one hundred thousand dollars for an endorsement advertisement? Send a beggar?"

"Damn it, my brother is also a billionaire! Why do you give me this money? Can it help Ampton's parents' farm?"

"Oh, but my current identity is boxer Ye Gucheng, a rookie who has just entered the boxing world and is penniless. I really want to find a way to earn some money!"

Looking at the exotic street scene in Miami outside the car window, Lin Qianchi, who was sitting in the jeep, sighed secretly.

... On the way, he even let the sallow and emaciated "Satan" stop, went to the fast food restaurant on the side of the road, packed a bunch of hamburgers, chicken wings, and Coke, and then rushed back to Mike's villa.

"Is this what you pack? It's fried food!"

Ampton, who was hungry, looked at the junk food Lin Qianchi bought and asked softly.

She was really speechless.As Victoria's Secret's exclusive underwear model, she still has to maintain her figure, so she only ate two chicken wings.

"Hey, I don't bring much money with me when I go out, so you can make do with some food first, and treat you to a big meal some other day!"

"Although the advertising contract was not negotiated very well, I want to maintain a winning streak, and I will have money soon!" Lin Qianchi laughed, and began to gobble it up, not even forgetting to leave a packaged food for "Satan".

Seeing him eating with relish, a gloomy look flashed in Umpton's eyes, and his mood became more and more depressed.

Obviously, it is unrealistic to expect Ye Gucheng to help his parents pay off their debts, but with her modeling income, it is still a drop in the bucket for her parents' farm that is about to go bankrupt.

"Uh, I'm full, I'm going to train!"

Lin Qianchi burped, greeted Ampton with playful eyes, and walked quickly to the gym to start a new round of physical training. In her eyes, she was extremely dedicated.

Chewing slowly on the hamburger in his hand, the sallow and emaciated "Satan" leaned against the door of the gym, squinting at Lin Qianchi, who was sweating profusely and training hard, his empty eyes were still lifeless.

After barbell, rope skipping, and one-punch push-ups, Lin Qianchi began to practice muay thai elbow strikes. After continuous air strikes with his elbows and arms, he began to hit sandbags.

After a bursting elbow, he shook the sandbag, and then kicked the sandbag instantly. Looking at the flowing sand, he stopped training in a dull manner.

Apparently, training alone was a bit boring. After standing there for a while, he looked at the demon "Satan" leaning on the door, with a smile on his lips.

"Satan! Can you help me get a punching target? I want to find the feeling of a match..."

Lin Qianchi picked up a fist target and threw it to the sallow and emaciated "Satan", obviously wanting to test his depth.

Without blinking his eyelids, "Satan", who caught the target, walked slowly in front of Lin Qianchi, and squeezed out two words from his lips: "Start!"

"Be careful!"

Lin Qianchi said a little arrogantly, and began to shake his shoulders and jump.

With half-clenched fists and relaxed shoulders, as he gathered all his strength, two fierce horizontal elbows and raised elbows also struck the target with lightning, but Satan, who seemed to be thin and malnourished, remained motionless.

"I have already exerted seven points of my strength. If the person holding the target is Master Antonio, he will also attack with vain footsteps. This Satan is really good."

Staring at Satan's empty eyes, Lin Qianchi increased the strength of his elbow strike again, but he still easily blocked it, and his feet did not move half a step from the beginning to the end.

"Satan, I'm going to practice kicking..." Lin Qianchi said softly, but kicked immediately.

"Boom! Boom!" The kick to "Satan"'s ankle was still accurately blocked by him with a fist target, and the sharp impact of a knee hitting his ribs was also easily blocked by him.

Lin Qianchi was a little stunned. Even a flexible sandbag would be crushed by his knees, while "Satan"'s feet were still as motionless as a rock, and his eyes were still expressionless.

"Stop practicing...Satan, you should rest too!"

Lin Qianchi took off the glove in his hand, threw it casually, and said a little discouraged. It was obvious that his strength was far from that of Satan, which made him feel a little strongly frustrated.

"Your speed is too slow, and your pace is not flexible enough!"

"Satan", who had always been taciturn, suddenly spoke, which made Lin Qianchi a little unconvinced. After all, he admitted that the speed was slow.But the pace is not flexible enough, it is difficult for him to accept.

Seeing Lin Qianchi curling his lips, his nostrils fluttered, obviously not convinced in his heart, the thin "Satan" suddenly moved...

Lin Qianchi only felt a blur in front of his eyes. He had already reached his left side. Before he could see his figure clearly, there was a gust of wind from the back of his head, and he had already moved behind.

"Not good! If he hits the back of the head with a punch, I will be crippled if not dead..." Lin Qianchi looked horrified, and thought to himself, desperately trying to dodge.

"Huhu..." Another two punches hit his handsome face, and Satan's short body unexpectedly came in front of him again.

Lin Qianchi leaned back and retreated. He was about to receive a critical blow, but Satan abruptly retracted the ever-growing fist in front of him.

"I'm a sub-Olympic, and everyone said that it's hard to get back! His fist that struck out so fast, he was able to retract it so easily? What a superb skill, what a miraculous speed!"

Lin Qianchi stared blankly at the expressionless "Satan" in front of him, feeling deeply moved and extremely apprehensive, and at the same time, he felt that he was beyond reach.

"This is not a supernatural power, nor is it magic, but a skill that has been practiced hard!"

"Look at my feet..."

Satan seemed to know Lin Qianchi's psychology, and said coldly.

When Lin Qianchi looked at his feet involuntarily, "Shua Shua!" After his feet danced and crossed, he had already moved to Lin Qianchi's left side, like a butterfly flying lightly.

"Look carefully..." Satan still said calmly, because Lin Qianchi looked blank and didn't see his steps clearly.

This time, his feet didn't make any sound, and his speed slowed down by more than double.But it still quickly moved to the right side of Lin Qianchi, as if panning instantly, but finally let Lin Qianchi see clearly.

"My time, there is such a miraculous pace in this world? The person who can create such a pace is definitely a genius!"

Lin Qianchi was dumbfounded, replaying the steps of Satan's demonstration in his mind, and after careful consideration, he became obsessed with it... and Satan had already quietly walked out of the gym.

"Just now he moved with his left foot and turned his right foot halfway..."

"Pfft!"

"No, try again!"

When Lin Qianchi was practicing the miraculous steps of "Satan", he stumbled himself, and after he got up, he began to practice persistently.

Being the "Satan" on the jeep, the corner of Lin Qianchi's mouth twitched at the moment when Lin Qianchi tripped him to make a fool of himself. When he got up and continued to practice, there was a wave of fluctuation in his empty eyes, but soon returned to dead silence.

When Lin Qianchi was practicing his steps in the gym, and Ampton was walking up and down the room, bored, Mike had already rushed into the villa in a hurry.

"Di, Ye Gucheng! Stop practicing, haha... I have good news for you, Mr. John is ready to sign a contract with us!"

After Mike rushed into the gym, he said excitedly, but Lin Qianchi who was in training was extremely annoyed, because he hadn't mastered the magical steps deliberately taught by "Satan".

"Uh uh, what's the matter brother, why are you unhappy?"

Mike asked with some doubts, and he was also a little unhappy.

"It just interrupted his training. Compared with signing the first advertising contract, he has no reason not to be excited!"

"Nothing! How much is Nike going to pay?" Lin Qianchi asked calmly, wiping the sweat off his head with a towel.

Ampton, who was disturbed by Mike's loud voice, quietly opened the door and listened quietly...

"Hey, they want to pay you a million dollars at once!"

"But I didn't accept it. Instead, I took the initiative to reduce your original endorsement fee of [-] US dollars to [-]!"

Mike said excitedly, and after a pause, he deliberately kept it a secret.

Lin Qianchi frowned and didn't answer, which made him a little bit of a show off and a little disappointed, but he continued: "It seems silly to take the initiative to lower the price!"

"But I ask that if you can win consecutively, your endorsement fee will be doubled! That is 16 US dollars, if you continue to win the streak, it will be 32 US dollars... and so on!"

"Haha, they accepted my suggestion! It will take effect only after you sign it! Brother, you are well-developed!"

"Let's go, stop practicing, let's go have a drink!" After Mike finished speaking excitedly, he stepped forward and put his arms around Lin Qianchi's shoulders, and walked towards the living room with him forcefully.

"Double winning streak? 16 dollars for the second game, 32 dollars for the third game... 120 million dollars for the fifth game!"

"If you continue to win consecutively... Oh God, I can't imagine it!" Umpton, who was eavesdropping, widened her eyes in surprise. After finishing the calculation with her fingers, she was completely stunned.

Lin Qianchi secretly admired Mike's shrewdness, but he still said calmly: "If I can't win consecutively, but lose instead?"

Mike was taken aback for a moment, shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Uh, that possibility doesn't exist!"

"I have great confidence in you! If you didn't sign the contract like this, Nike wouldn't take such a big risk!"

"Haha, I will help you create the best environment and keep you in the best competitive state!"

"As for those tedious legal matters, I will help you. You just need to sweep your opponents in the ring and hire a girl to help you count the money!"

Lin Qianchi pouted, and continued to ask calmly: "Every time a UFC match is won, the player should also have bonuses and appearance fees?"

"Even if I agree with you to be my agent, you haven't made it clear how we will distribute the advertising fee and what percentage will be used!"

"Look at me, I forgot to tell you when I was happy!"

"Although you won the last match, you are a rookie after all, so you only get an appearance fee of [-] U.S. dollars and a bonus of [-] U.S. dollars!"

"And as your agent, considering the practice of other boxers signing agents, we will divide six into four!"

Mike observed Lin Qianchi's expression, and continued to say carefully: "Don't feel that the ratio is too high. This includes organizing and planning games, providing backup guarantees, and arranging training venues!"

"Not to mention anything else, I'll give you [-] dollars before you compete!"

"And this week, you went for plastic surgery, invited Master Antonio to train, the team during the game, and even I hired a full-time driver for your new jeep!"

"These cost me more than 60 U.S. dollars, not including food, clothing, housing, transportation, and some entertainment items..."

"Of course, what ideas do you have to say! After all, we are brothers, and we can discuss anything! Have a drink first?"

After Mike finished speaking in one breath, he got up and took a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses, and walked back to Lin Qianchi's side.

Ampton, who had already gone downstairs, clicked his tongue again. He didn't expect Mike to spend so much money for Lin Qianchi. Needless to say, his importance to Mike's heart, he had better be careful.

"Well, Miss Umpton is down too? Let's have a drink together!"

Looking at Ampton who seemed to have walked into the living room unintentionally, Mike still said politely, and winked at Lin Qianchi, indicating that this topic should not be discussed for the time being.

"Okay, just as you said! But I want to pay 50 U.S. dollars in advance..." Lin Qianchi didn't care about Mike's signal, but instead said with a big mouth.

"Uh uh...brother, why do you want so much money?" Mike said anxiously, after all, he hadn't signed a contract with Nike yet, and he hadn't seen anything other than the $8 he earned in his first game. To a share of money.

"I hope to do my best to help Miss Hampton! Honey, don't just stand there, come and sit down..."

Lin Qianchi said calmly, beckoning to Ampton, let her come to his side obediently, and sit side by side on the sofa.

"Did he fall in love with this simple girl? Or did Umpton conquer him with bed kung fu after training and make him fall in love..."

Mike thought playfully, although he was a little bit pained, he still readily agreed to Lin Qianchi's request.