As Qin Hao expected, Gong Baosen stayed in the United States until almost December. It started to snow here in the United States, so he packed his luggage and prepared to return home.
At the World Fighting Championship finals, Gong Baosen was also shocked by the enthusiastic atmosphere and felt that he wished he could be twenty years younger.
What shocked Gong Baosen even more was the strength of these players in the World Fighting Championship.
It is no exaggeration to say that from the start of the main competition, the combat capabilities of these contestants are all masters who can establish a sect in the country.
And if the so-called leaders of various factions in the country come to participate, they will most likely not even be able to qualify for the main competition.
Even Gong Baosen asked himself, if he came to participate in the competition at his peak, he might not be able to make it to the finals.
"When we return to China, we must allow domestic boxers to participate in next year's World Fighting Championships."
After Gong Baosen watched the game, he hurriedly wanted to go back. No one could stop him. Qin Hao had no choice but to send him on the flight back home. When he left, Gong Baosen took with him in addition to his carry-on luggage.
Reel videotape.
After returning to China, Gong Baosen didn't even return home. He went straight to the Nanjing Martial Arts Hall and summoned the heads of various sects for a closed-door meeting.
"Mr. Gong, I heard that you went to the United States. How was it? Is the moon in this foreign country really rounder than ours?"
"Haha~~~"
In the face of everyone's ridicule, Gong Baosen didn't answer the question. He just asked people to turn off the lights and played a video on the projector.
These bosses are not unfamiliar with movies. At first, they were confused as to why they would hold the meeting in a movie theater.
However, when they saw the images on the screen clearly, the smiles on each of their faces gradually disappeared.
After a long time, when the first clip was played, an old man with gray hair said solemnly.
"Mr. Gong, where was this movie shot?"
Gong Baosen said quietly: "This is not a movie, this is a live video of a fighting match."
"Fighting competition?"
"It's just like when we play in the ring. Except that we can't use weapons or hidden weapons, and we can't attack a few vital points, the basic specifications are the same as us."
At this time, the second video had just been picked up, and everyone stopped talking and continued to look at the big screen.
This time, the faces of everyone present no longer looked as relaxed as when they first arrived. They were all watching intently. When one of the players suffered a heavy blow, their breathing became rapid.
"The one wearing black gloves looks like he is Chinese. Do any of you know him? Which group of masters is he?"
"do not know."
"This technique looks like a foreign fighting technique, I've never seen it before."
The old man who spoke first saw that no one recognized him, so he looked at Gong Baosen.
"Mr. Gong, you should know the players here, right?"
However, Gong Baosen shook his head and said: "I don't know him either. I only know that he used to work as a miner in a mine in San Francisco."
"Mining farm? Miner?"
"Are you kidding? A miner is so powerful?"
The first reaction of everyone present upon hearing this was disbelief.
However, this is not over yet. In the next video, several Chinese players will appear. Some of them use fighting techniques and some use traditional martial arts. But without exception, these people are very powerful.
An expert can tell if a skill is good as soon as he makes a move. These masters present are all well-informed. Even through the screen, you can see the pros and cons of these people's techniques.
It wasn't until a few minutes after the video had finished playing that someone spoke the first sentence.
"The future life is terrible!"
Sun Lutang squinted his eyes and looked at Gong Baosen: "Director Gong, please invite us here today. It's not just a simple visit. If you have anything to say, just say it."
"Okay, Gong, you're welcome." Gong Baosen stood up directly, walked to the center of the stage, faced everyone, and cupped his fists.
"Forgive Gong for speaking frankly. What do you think, the strength of these boxers you just saw?"
Everyone present looked at each other, but no one spoke.
Sun Lutang shook his head slightly and said: "To be honest, when I was as old as them, I didn't have such good skills."
If someone else said this, there might be some people who would brag. If you can’t do it, that’s your business. Don’t hold us back. But it was Sun Lutang who said this. How can anyone else dare to refute it? Who is Sun Lutang? He is known as the best in the world.
, who here dares to say that he is stronger than him?
Gong Baosen said earnestly: "This is a fighting competition held in the United States. This is the sixth time. Almost the top fighters in the world have gathered to participate. I have stayed in the United States for such a long time just to
Watch this game to the end.”
"With all due respect, the scale of this competition and the high level of the contestants are far beyond my imagination."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present started talking again.
"What? It has been held six times?"
"Why have we never heard of this game?"
When the discussion subsided a little, Sun Lutang stood up again.
"Director Gong, do you want us to send people to participate in this competition?"
"good."
There was another discussion at the scene, but everyone's opinions were not unanimous.
"This competition is in the United States. If we send people to participate, how much will it cost?"
"Yeah, who is going to pay for it? We can't let people swim over, right?"
"You can't say that. After all, it's a matter of bringing glory to the country. Let's apply to the National Government and maybe we can get it approved."
"Stop dreaming. Those gentlemen in the National Government are busy marrying concubines one by one. It's not too late to live and drink. Soldiers are often in arrears with their pay, so where can they find spare money for us?"
Just when everyone was arguing, Gong Baosen said calmly.
"The organizer promised to cover all the expenses for participating in the competition."
"What? There is such a good thing?"
"All inclusive? Can the air tickets be included as well?"
"How can this American foreign devil be so kind? He's not trying to fool us, is he?"
Faced with everyone's doubts, Gong Baosen cleared his throat and explained: "This World Fighting Championship is not organized by Americans."
"The competition is held in the United States. If it's not held in the United States, is it the United Kingdom?"
Seeing everyone making random guesses, Gong Baosen picked up the tea cup and started drinking tea. Everyone complained when they saw this.
"Director, please stop making fun of us. Please explain to us what is going on."
"yes."
Gong Baosen and Sun Lutang looked at each other and smiled, then said loudly.
"This world fighting competition was founded by my nephew Qin Hao."
"Master's nephew?"
"Yes, Li Cunyi's closed disciple?"
"I asked why I haven't heard from him in these years. It turns out he went to the United States."
"Hey, this kid can make such a big noise without making any noise."
"Director, don't forget your nephew. Who doesn't know that he is your uncle now?"
"Haha~~~"
Facing the envious and jealous eyes of everyone, Gong Baosen raised his chin slightly, he had no choice but who allowed him to have such a beautiful daughter. If you are capable, you should also give birth to such a good daughter.
There was another round of teasing and pleasantries.
Gong Baosen's face suddenly straightened.
"Although the organizer promised to bear our round-trip air tickets, food and accommodation expenses, we cannot just send some people to compete. If we fail to get a good ranking for a long time, I'm sorry that the organizer has worked so hard, and we can't afford to lose this person.
.”
Everyone nodded after hearing this.
"That makes sense. We have to carefully select this candidate."
Everyone knows in their hearts that this is a good thing to show their faces. If nothing else, just being able to go to the United States is enough to brag about when you come back.
Gong Baosen glanced at the crowd and knew what Xiao Jiujiu was thinking about these people, so he said in a deep voice.
"This competition is different from our usual competition in the ring. The championship prize is one million US dollars. The contestants are all top players from all over the world. They often break arms and legs. If something goes wrong, one of them may have to stay in the ring."
However, the fear of their lives is not a big shock to the old men. They are not going to compete in the ring anyway. On the contrary, the one million US dollars makes these old men wish they were forty or fifty years younger.
"Director, you don't want to bluff. Does the champion really have a million dollars?"
"One million U.S. dollars? How much Yuan Datou is that?"
Gong Baosen said sternly: "This competition has been held for six times. If there is no such high prize money, how can it attract so many experts to participate? Moreover, not only the champion has a prize money, but as long as you enter the final round, there is a prize money, the lowest
You can get thirty thousand dollars."
"Thirty thousand dollars is not bad."
"Isn't that right? If you go to the United States, you can still get thirty thousand US dollars..."
"Bah, look at your little profit. If you want to take it, you can take it for one million dollars. Thirty thousand dollars is nothing."
There was a commotion in the theater. Gong Baosen looked at this group of people looking like they were looking for millions of dollars. He couldn't help shaking his head secretly, but he didn't throw cold water on it. His purpose was to allow these domestic boxers to go out and prevent them from losing money.
Just like the Qing Dynasty, it stayed on its laurels and waited until others came knocking on the door to find out that it had lagged too far behind and it was hard to get back.
"Director, how many places did the organizer give us?"
After everyone calmed down, they finally thought of the most critical question.
It is said that people become better with age, and these old men were able to secure their positions as leaders of their sects, not just by being able to fight when they were young.
Gong Baosen stretched out a palm: "There are only five places for the first session."
"Five? Isn't that too few?"
"That's right, there are only five of us, who can we send?"
Before they could continue to complain, Gong Baosen spoke again.
"Moreover, the performance of our players this time also determines the number of places for the next competition. If one of our players enters the top 16 this time, there will still be five places for the next competition. If one enters the top 16,
If there are no strong ones, then one quota will be reduced.”
"What if we win the championship?"
"If you win the championship, you will get ten places in the next session."
This is what Qin Hao explained to Gong Baosen before leaving. What is Jianghu? It's not about fighting and killing, it's all about human nature. There's no guarantee that these old guys will get him some crooked melons and jujubes, not to mention wasting his money.
It seriously hindered the development of martial arts, which Qin Hao would not allow.
Just when everyone was immersed in the super high prize money of the World Fighting Championship, someone suddenly said something.
"Then are all five places allocated by our northern martial arts community?"
This sentence immediately caused a great response.
"It must be from our northern martial arts community. The curator's uncle is also from our northern martial arts community. Those people in the southern martial arts community don't do anything and just want to sit back and enjoy the benefits. There's no way."
"That's right, these five places should come from our northern martial arts community. As far as I know, those who open martial arts schools in the United States are basically from the southern martial arts community. It's our northern martial arts' turn as well."
"Besides, how can those people from the Southern Martial Arts School compare with us in actual combat? It's not embarrassing enough to go there."
Seeing that at this time, everyone was still distinguishing between the southern and northern schools, Gong Baosen suddenly felt powerless. Over the years, he had been working hard to eliminate the barriers between the northern and southern martial arts circles, but he had always achieved little success.
At this time, it was Sun Lutang who stood up: "Everyone, when we first established the Nanjing Martial Arts Academy, we agreed that any major issues could only be decided upon through consultation between the northern and southern martial arts schools. If we exclude the southern martial arts school, I'm afraid it would be unfair, so why not
Still follow the old rules, compete in the ring, and the winner gets it."
"Senior Brother Sun is right. You can't hide this matter even if you want to. Since we want to choose the best fighter, let's just show it in the ring." Gong Baosen made his decision directly without waiting for the others to refute.
That is to say, the prestige of Sun Lutang and Gong Baosen was high enough, and the others would not be able to suppress them at all. Seeing that the two were resolute, everyone had no choice but to give in, and went back to tell their disciples to prepare for the ring selection.
Soon, the news spread throughout the martial arts world. Regardless of whether they were practicing southern martial arts or northern martial arts, when they heard that the championship prize was one million US dollars, everyone's eyes turned red.
At this time, in the minds of many domestic boxers, what do foreigners know? To truly talk about boxing and kicking, one must learn martial arts.
In their opinion, as long as they can choose and beat foreigners, they can easily take home a million dollars.
As a result, the enthusiasm for registration was unprecedentedly high. Every day, the two registration points in Nanjing and Guangzhou were overcrowded, and they couldn't squeeze in. They were afraid that they would not be able to register if they arrived late. Some people even started fighting on the spot because of the order of queues.
"Master, I want to go too." Ma San hesitated again and again, but still couldn't resist the temptation of one million dollars.
Gong Baosen frowned: "You have to think clearly, this world fighting competition can easily cause disability, or even death..."
"Master, you always said that going to the United States this time is to see the world. I also want to broaden my horizons."
Gong Baosen, the successor he had finally cultivated, originally did not intend to let Ma San take risks. Seeing the stubborn expression on his face, Gong Baosen finally agreed.
"That's all, it's okay to go see the mountains. Once you see the mountains, you know that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky."
Ma San didn't think so. He asked himself that his body was at its peak, and even the old man was no longer an opponent. Among his peers, except for Qin Hao and Xue Dian, who he was not sure of winning, he really didn't give up on the others.
In the eyes.
Thousands of miles away in Guangzhou, brothers Wang Kai and Wang Chao are also gearing up.
"This time I must get the list of people going to the United States and give Master a surprise."
The two brothers were already looking forward to Qin Hao's shocked expression when he saw them.