Hearing Wang Yong's words, Yang Chen smiled and had no intention of hiding it.
The purpose of coming here today is to compete in martial arts. If he wants to control Jiangping and Nanyang, he must fight.
Even if he doesn't admit it now, Wang Yong will still find out when he goes to the ring later.
"Wang Yong, what international joke are you making?"
Just when Yang Chen was about to admit it, Luo Yuanyuan's sarcastic voice suddenly sounded.
"Yes, you must not insult my idol. Who is King Jiangping? He is the king of Jiangping. How can he be the brother of someone like you?"
Xu Li made no secret of her disdain for Wang Yong and said with a sneer.
At the same time, there was a bit of anger in his eyes, which seemed to be because Wang Yong compared Yang Chen with King Jiang Ping, which was an insult to King Jiang Ping.
Wang Yong looked a little gloomy. He was very clear about Yang Chen's identity. He was from a single-parent family, and his mother was still a sick child.
When he was at school, Yang Chen often didn't go to the cafeteria to eat. Later, he accidentally discovered that Yang Chen only ate one steamed bun at noon every day.
It was precisely because of this that he had a lot of sympathy for Yang Chen, so he pretended not to know anything, so he probably got close to Yang Chen and helped.
Counting it now, it was only a short period of seven or eight years. Even if the young man who only ate steamed buns for lunch could enter the martial arts association, how could he become King Jiang Ping?
Thinking of this, Wang Yong smiled bitterly: "I almost thought you were King Jiang Ping just now."
Hearing this, Yang Chen laughed it off and sat down with Wang Yong without explaining.
Today's martial arts competition has divided the Jiangping Provincial City Gymnasium into three classes of seats: upper, middle and lower. The upper-class seats are the front rows, the middle-class seats are the middle rows, and the lower-class seats are the last rows.
Regardless of the specific seat number, that is to say, Wang Yong and the others are in the middle seats and can find a place to sit anywhere in the middle rows.
In the center of the gymnasium is a small competition arena.
The area around the arena is divided into three major areas.
The top wealthy families in Nanyang Province are in one area, the top wealthy families in Jiangping Province are in another area, and the martial arts association is in another area.
As Yang Chen is the King of Jiang Ping, his position is naturally closest to the arena and in the middle in the direction of Jiang Ping.
But at this moment, he followed Wang Yong and sat in the second-class seat in the middle.
If it weren't for the center of the venue, where the giant screen would be synchronized with the pictures on the stage, nothing would be visible from this location.
"Yang Chen, it seems that you have been doing well over the years, and you were able to enter this martial arts competition."
Wang Yong was afraid that Yang Chen would conflict with Luo Yuanyuan and the others, so he deliberately changed the topic.
Yang Chen smiled: "It's not bad!"
"hehe!"
Xu Li smiled contemptuously: "Wang Yong, I'm afraid you made a mistake. It's not that you can enter this martial arts competition, but you really get the ticket based on your ability."
"What do you mean?"
Wang Yong frowned. Luo Yuanyuan was his girlfriend and he didn't dare to talk back.
But Xu Li was just Luo Yuanyuan's best friend, so he would not question her with an unhappy face as if he was afraid of Luo Yuanyuan.
"In order to attract the audience, the organizer of this martial arts competition used a hundred free tickets as a gimmick to promote the event."
"On the official website of the Provincial Stadium, as long as you participate in the lottery, you will have a chance to get tickets."
"Look at how poor he is. Unless he won the ticket in a lottery, how could he enter this kind of situation?"
Xu Li didn't believe at all that Yang Chen was able to enter the martial arts association because of his own ability, and his face was full of sarcasm.
Wang Yong's face looked a little ugly, but Yang Chen in the past had long left an indelible memory for him. Deep in his heart, he couldn't believe that Yang Chen could really afford a ticket to the martial arts competition.
"Xu Li, say less!"
Luo Yuanyuan suddenly spoke and glanced at Wang Yong coldly, as if she was still angry because Wang Yong was at the door and wanted to give Yang Chen tickets.
"Don't you think your value will be reduced if you argue with this kind of person?"
Luo Yuanyuan withdrew her gaze and looked at the wealthy people sitting in the center of the venue, her eyes full of expectation.
When Xu Li heard this, she really ignored Wang Yong and looked around the ring with an infatuated expression: "When will I be qualified to sit there?"
"With your beauty, Lili, you will marry into a wealthy family sooner or later, and you will definitely be able to sit there!"
Luo Yuanyuan boasted.
Xu Li's eyes were full of determination. She waved her pink fist and her eyes flashed: "I have fallen in love with King Jiang Ping. In this life, I will only marry him!"
"Lili, I support you! You will definitely succeed!" Luo Yuanyuan encouraged her best friend.