What to Do if You Look Too Fierce

The fact that he can participate is purely due to Song Shanyan's high energy, and has little to do with whether he can fight or not.He felt that there must be many people with outstanding strength but who missed the competition.

"Those Yakuza originally wanted him to play a fake match in the semi-finals. If they lost, let them make a fortune from the outside. But Yabuki Zhang said that he wanted to fight with you, and he guaranteed to win the final." Matsuyama Yan played a few times I turned off the fire, didn't light it, looked at the two girls in the rearview mirror, and stopped smoking altogether.

"You've probably guessed the rest of it." Song Shanyan's words made Aoki Si smile wryly.

Aoki Secretary shook his head and said: "At first, I just saw that he seemed to have the idea of ​​retiring, and when he talked about the last game, I thought that if it was because of financial difficulties, I might as well come to you and try. That guy is the real genius, With Brother Yan helping him, he can definitely become a great fighter, whether it's mixed martial arts or boxing."

Song Shanyan nodded: "I know, that's why I will meddle in my own business and keep him."

Speaking of this, Song Shanyan laughed: "I didn't expect that my small restaurant, which looks like a ticket, is really open now."

Aoki Division smiled: "With him in the future, the reputation of the Songshan Club will definitely become bigger and bigger."

Song Shanyan looked at him from the rearview mirror, hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "Maybe."

He probably thought that Secretary Aoki might stop punching since then, so his expression was a little regretful.

But then, he asked again: "I have something to ask you, can you promise me?"

"What?" Aoki raised his eyebrows.

"The club is planning to expand, and it will probably take over the two stores next to it. I want you to make an advertisement. You don't need to do anything. You can use the previous posters. It's just the right of portrait, can you give me it? .”

After Song Shanyan finished speaking, Aoki Division just didn't care and shook his head: "You can use it."

The original boxer contract had expired by the end of the match.

Hearing that Aoki Division really gave this answer, Song Shanyan was relieved, but also a little angry: "You can't do this casually in the future, do you know how much you can sell your portrait right now? There is a sports label that plans to sell it for [-] yuan. I didn't even agree to sign you with [-] yuan. The [-] million yuan is not Japanese yen, but US dollars, US dollars!"

Aoki Division widened his eyes when he heard this: "So expensive?"

"Do you want to shoot? If you want to shoot, take advantage of it now. Your popularity is still expanding crazily recently. Don't talk too much. As long as you are willing, I will negotiate a contract of [-] million yen for you after a month of advertisements." .”

As Song Shanyan said, he looked at Aoki Si in the rearview mirror, but he shook his head with frowning.

"Aren't you tempted?" Song Shanyan was a little dumbfounded: "I really don't know if you are afraid of trouble, or you have no desire for material things."

Song Shanyan remembered very clearly that in the beginning, Aoki Division planned to be a training partner and a target to be beaten for the meager part-time salary.

Aoki Division just smiled wryly: "Those contracts probably have image clauses, for example, no negative news can be released."

Song Shanyan pondered for a while before he realized that this guy still wanted to go back to be the bully of the school. He sighed speechlessly, but he stopped trying to persuade him, but said, "Your bonus."

As he said, he threw a bank card, Aoki took a look at it and put it in his pocket casually.

"It's fifteen million inside."

Song Shanyan's words almost caused Qing Musi to break the bank card: "Huh? Fifteen million? Shouldn't it be only two million? No, if the tax is deducted, it should be more than one million."

"Five million is the right to use your portrait. The remaining money is your advertising fee." Song Shanyan said calmly, seeing Aoki Si wanting to get the money back, he said with a smile: "You I don’t want to give it to me, you can donate it, anyway, it’s your money. Go back and sign a contract with you, I plan to sell the two stores next to me, and I plan to use your name to advertise.”

"Hey, I can't even pay [-] million yen if someone can give you [-] million dollars?" Song Shanyan said seriously: "This is my advantage, if you don't even accept this , then I really have no face to use your fame to continue doing business."

Aoki Division opened his mouth wide.

"Fifteen million is a lot to say, but he is really little to say a little. Are you going to stay at your uncle's and aunt's house forever?" Song Shanyan's words made Aokisi hesitate to speak.

"You don't even want to fight, and I don't think you have any ideas about other jobs. You may not have much money left after you finish college. If you squander a little, you will spend it all soon." Song Shanyan Admonishing, Aoki Division nodded.

"Thank you." He solemnly put away the bank card.

But he was quickly calculating in his head how much fifteen million was.

[-] RMB, that is!

After Aoki Si finished the conversion, the shock in his head was not so shocking.

More than [-]?In small third-tier cities in China, there are quite a lot. At least in Aoki's memory, his hometown has such a sum of money, which is enough to buy a big house.

But in Neon, considering the future of studying, daily expenses, renting a house, etc...

It's really the same as Song Shanyan said.

It is estimated that if you really finish college, you will have little money.

Rent in Japan is not cheap.

"Actually, I think, with your temperament, why don't you accept more advertisements now, and you'll be busy in a month, and you'll be a billionaire by then. In Yachiyo, you can really do whatever you like. The heat subsides, I'm afraid there will be no money to be made." Song Shanyan is not sorry for the money, he is thinking of Aoki Si - such an opportunity is rare for ordinary people like Aoki Si.

"Forget it." Aoki shook his head and touched the bank card in his pocket: "When I go to university, I will find what I want to do."

Anyway, after graduating from high school, the system will become purely an auxiliary system. At that time, there will be no restrictions. He can sing and debut as an idol if he wants to. There is really no shortage of ways out.

"Okay, shall I take you home directly?" Song Shanyan looked at Aokiji who was still a little tired: "I asked Coach Xiaotian and the others to take the gold belt and certificate back. Do you want to take them home?"

Aoki shook his head and smiled: "The certificate is enough, and the gold belt can be placed in the stadium, so as to stimulate the people who come after me, let them work harder, and strive to be able to stand side by side with me one day."

"Hey, I'm still yelling at you."

"Hahaha."

The two talked and laughed, and the car gradually drove back to Chiba.

Just in a trance, Aoki still patted his waist unrealistically.

I can be considered a multi-millionaire now!

Although... it's Japanese Yen.