Chapter 599: Double the winning streak

"A hundred thousand dollars for advertising endorsements? Are you sending it to beggars?"

"Damn it, after all, I am a rich man with a net worth of tens of billions! What can I do with this little money? Can you help me with my parents' farm?"

"Oh, but my current identity is boxer Ye Gucheng. I am a penniless newcomer who has just entered the boxing world. I really have to find a way to make some money!"

Looking at the exotic street scene in Miami outside the car window, Lin Qianchi, who was sitting in the Jeep, sighed to himself.

...On the way, he asked the sallow-faced "Satan" to stop, and went to a roadside fast food restaurant, where he packed up a bunch of burgers, chicken wings, and Coke before rushing back to Mike's villa.

"Is this the food you packed? It's all fried food!"

The hungry Ampton looked at the junk food Lin Qianchi bought and asked softly.

She was really speechless. As a Victoria's Secret underwear model, she had to stay in shape, so she only ate two pieces of chicken wings.

"Hey, I don't have much money when I go out, so you can make do with some food first, and I'll treat you to a big dinner another day!"

"Although the advertising contract negotiation is not going very smoothly, I want to keep my winning streak and I will be rich soon!" Lin Qianchi smiled sarcastically and began to wolf down the food, not even forgetting to leave a portion of the packed food for "Satan".

Seeing him eating with gusto, a trace of sadness flashed in Ampton's eyes, and his mood became increasingly depressed.

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

"Uh, now that 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, he was extremely dedicated.

Chewing the burger in his hand slowly, "Satan", with a sallow face and skinny muscles, 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 doing barbells, skipping ropes, and single-fist push-ups, Lin Qianchi began to practice Muay Thai elbow strikes. After swinging his elbows and arms for continuous air strikes, he began to hit the sandbag.

An explosive elbow hit shook the sandbag, and then he flew up with a kick, instantly exploding the sandbag. Looking at the flowing sand, he stopped training indifferently.

It was obvious that training alone was a bit boring. After standing blankly for a while, he looked at the demon "Satan" leaning on the door, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Satan! Can you hold the boxing target for me? I want to feel like competing..."

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

Without blinking, "Satan" caught the boxing target, walked slowly to Lin Qianchi, and squeezed two words from his lips: "Start!"

"Be careful!"

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

The half-clenched fist was loose, the shoulders were loose, and as he exerted all his strength, he struck the target with two fierce horizontal elbows and raised elbows. However, Satan, who seemed to be thin and malnourished, did not move at all.

"I have already used seven points of my strength. If the person holding the target now is Master Antonio, he will also attack with vain steps. This Satan really has some skills."

Staring into Satan's empty eyes, Lin Qianchi once again increased the intensity of his elbow attack, but he still blocked it easily, his feet never moving even half a step from beginning to end.

"Satan, I'm going to practice my kicks..." Lin Qianchi said softly, but he raised his feet and kicked.

"Bang! Bang!" The kick to "Satan's" ankle was still accurately blocked by him with a boxing target, and the sharp impact of kneeling on his ribs was also easily blocked by him.

Lin Qianchi was a little stunned. Even a flexible sandbag would be shattered by his knee, but "Satan's" feet were still as motionless as a rock, still expressionless.

"No more training...Satan, you should also take a rest!"

Lin Qianchi took off the gloves on his hands, threw them away casually, and said in frustration. It was obvious that his strength was far different from that of Satan, which made him feel a strong sense of frustration.

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

"Satan", who had always been silent, suddenly spoke, but Lin Qianchi was a little unconvinced. After all, he admitted that the speed was slow. But he found it difficult to accept that the pace was not flexible enough.

Seeing Lin Qianchi curling his lips and flaring his nose, he was obviously unconvinced in his heart. The thin "Satan" suddenly moved...

Lin Qianchi felt his eyes blur. He was already on his left side. Before he could see his figure clearly, a gust of wind came from the back of his head and he had already moved behind him.

"No! If he punches me in the back of the head, I will be disabled even if I'm not dead..." Lin Qianchi's eyes were horrified and he thought to himself, trying his best to dodge.

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

Lin Qianchi leaned back and retreated. Just as he was about to receive a critical blow, the enlarging fist in front of him was forcefully withdrawn by Satan.

"I'm a great person. They say it's hard to stop the water! His fist that struck out so quickly was so easily withdrawn? This requires such superb skills and amazing speed!"

Lin Qianchi stared blankly at the expressionless "Satan" in front of him. He was filled with emotion and fear, and at the same time he thought he was beyond his reach.

"This is not a superpower or magic, but a skill gained through hard training!"

"Look at my feet..."

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

When Lin Qianchi couldn't help but look at his feet, "Whoa!" His footsteps crossed and crossed, and he had moved to Lin Qianchi's left side, like a butterfly flying gracefully.

"Look carefully..." Satan said calmly, because Lin Qianchi looked confused and did not see his steps clearly.

This time, his feet made no sound, and his speed more than doubled. But he still quickly moved to the right side of Lin Qianchi, as if he was moving in an instant, but he finally allowed Lin Qianchi to see clearly.

"I'm sorry, there is such a magical pace in this world? Anyone 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 as he pondered it carefully, he gradually became obsessed with it... But Satan had quietly walked out of the gym.

"He just moved his left foot and half-turned his right foot..."

"Plop!"

"No, try again!"

When Lin Qianchi was practicing the magical steps of "Satan", he actually stumbled. After he got up, he began to practice persistently again.

Being the "Satan" in the jeep, when Lin Qianchi tripped over himself and made a fool of himself, the corner of his mouth twitched. When he got up and continued practicing, there was a flash of fluctuation in his empty eyes, but soon fell silent again.

While Lin Qianchi was practicing his steps in the gym and Ampton was walking around the room, bored, Mike had already driven 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 extremely excitedly, which made Lin Qianchi who was training extremely annoyed because he had not yet mastered the magical steps deliberately taught by "Satan".

"Uh-huh, what's wrong, brother, why are you unhappy?"

Mike asked with some doubts, feeling a little unhappy in his heart.

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

"Nothing! How much does Naike Company plan to pay?" Lin Qianchi asked calmly as he picked up a towel and wiped the sweat from his head.

Apton, who was disturbed by Mike's loud voice, quietly opened the door, raised his ears and listened quietly...

"Hey, they want to pay you a million dollars in one lump sum!"

"But I didn't accept it. Instead, I took the initiative to reduce your original endorsement fee of 100,000 U.S. dollars to 80,000 U.S. dollars!"

Mike said excitedly, and after a pause, he deliberately played it off.

Lin Qianchi frowned and did not answer, which made him a little disappointed and a little disappointed, but he still continued: "It seems silly to take the initiative to lower the price!"

"But I ask that if you can win in a row, your endorsement fee will be doubled! That is 160,000 US dollars. If you continue to win in a row, it will be 320,000 US dollars... and so on!"

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

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

"Double the winning streak? The second game is 160,000 US dollars, the third game is 320,000 US dollars... the fifth game is 1.28 million US dollars!"

"If the winning streak continues... Oh my god, I can't imagine it!" Ampton, who was eavesdropping, widened her eyes in surprise. After she counted the score on her fingers, she was completely stunned.

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

Mike was stunned for a moment, shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Well, that's not a possibility!"

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

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

"As for those tedious legal matters, I will help you deal with them. All you need to do is defeat your opponents in the ring and hire a girl to help you count the money!"

Lin Qianchi curled his lips and continued to ask calmly: "Every time a UFC game is won, the players should also receive bonuses and appearance fees, right?"

"Even if I agree to you being my agent, you haven't made it clear how we will allocate advertising fees and in what proportion!"

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

"Although you won the last game, you are still a newcomer after all, so you only received an appearance fee of 38,000 US dollars and a bonus of 50,000 US dollars!"

"As your agent, taking into account the practice of other boxers signing contracts with agents, we will divide it six to four!"

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

"If nothing else, I'll give you $50,000 before you compete!"

"And this week, you went for plastic surgery, hired Master Antonio for training, the team during the competition, and even hired a full-time driver for the new jeep I bought for you!"

"This alone cost me more than 600,000 US dollars, not including food, clothing, housing, transportation, and some entertainment projects..."

"Of course, you can tell me what you think! After all, we are brothers and we can discuss anything! Let's have a drink first?"

After Mike finished speaking in one breath, he stood up, bought a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses, and walked back to Lin Qianchi.

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

"Uh, Miss Upton is down too? Let's have a drink together!"

Looking at Ampton who seemed to have walked into the living room accidentally, Mike said politely and winked at Lin Qianchi, indicating not to discuss this topic for the time being.

"Okay, I'll do as you said! But I need to advance half a million US dollars in advance..." Lin Qianchi ignored Mike's instructions and instead said loudly.

"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 besides the more than 80,000 US dollars in income from his first game, he hadn't seen anything yet.

To a piece of money.

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

Lin Qianchi said calmly, waving to Apton and asking her to walk to him obediently and sit side by side on the sofa.

"Did he fall in love with this innocent girl? Or was it that after training, Ampton conquered him with his skills in bed and made him obsessed..."
Chapter completed!