Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 255 Boxing King Jason

Hearing Ouyang Jiahui’s words, the beautiful blue-eyed Xiao Lin blinked as if she had guessed something, a smile appearing on her face: "It seems Xin Yan successfully auditioned, otherwise President Huang wouldn’t send a limousine to fetch her. I heard his limo is reserved for those he values highly."

Gu Xinyan listened to Ouyang Jiahui and Xiao Lin’s conversation, feeling both anxious and hopeful. She wished Xiao Lin’s speculation was correct, but only by hearing President Huang announce the audition results could she truly relax; everything now was just conjecture.

Xu Xiangbei internally chuckled bitterly; the stretched limousine wasn’t sent for Gu Xinyan, but rather to take him to a boxing match. In Huang Qinghai’s mind, the stakes of boxing and ball games are more important than casting in a movie.

As Gu Xinyan stepped out of the limousine, it stirred much discussion among the crowd.

Many attended the luncheon, including several first and second-tier celebrities, and many mainstream media reporters. Liu Yuxing was among them.

He had been waiting at the entrance of the banquet hall, watching the crowd. Seeing the limousine arrive, he hurriedly walked over with a smile, ready to assist Gu Xinyan’s wheelchair.

Suddenly, he noticed Xiao Lin behind Gu Xinyan, his expression changed abruptly, and he hurriedly lowered his head, quickly walking away.

Though he moved quickly, Xiao Lin still caught sight of his back, her smile freezing on her face.

Xiao Lin quickly regained her smile, following Ouyang Jiahui and Gu Xinyan to the banquet hall.

Xiao Lin’s expression didn’t escape Ouyang Jiahui’s watchful eyes, and when no one was around, Ouyang Jiahui quietly asked Xiao Lin, "After all this time, you still think about him?"

Xiao Lin shook her head: "It’s been several years, he’s successful now, so I can’t disturb him. I’ll just keep these feelings in my heart."

The banquet was a buffet-style affair where everyone mingled within their circles, engaging in lively discussions, drinking, and chatting.

Except for Ouyang Jiahui and Xiao Lin, Gu Xinyan didn’t know anyone, feeling suddenly ostracized. Some familiar big-name celebrities glanced at Gu Xinyan, admiring her beauty, but seeing her in a wheelchair, dismissed any thought of approaching her.

Uncomfortable initiating conversation herself, Ouyang Jiahui and Xiao Lin, familiar with several models, brought Gu Xinyan along to chat, allowing her not to be completely left out.

Xu Xiangbei didn’t get out of the car, heading directly to the innermost studio reserved for filming boxing matches, but now hosting a real boxing match.

President Huang sat in the front row on soft seats, holding a transparent crystal glass swirling with amber wine. He was flanked by two scantily clad beauties, while behind him stood several strong and burly men in training suits, all martial artists from Qinghai Film Company.

A short, bald, fat man, separated by the boxing ring, faced President Huang, with several robust bodyguards in sleek black suits standing behind him.

Despite being bald, and his temples slightly graying, around fiftyish, the fat man wore a wicked smile: "President Huang, I went through great efforts to invite Mr. Thomas and Jason to Huaxia, hoping your boxers won’t disappoint me."

Huang Qinghai shook his wine glass dismissively: "President Qiao, I haven’t disappointed you recently, winning against you every time. You rather let me down."

President Qiao, from Celestial Light Cloud Sea Club, blushed upon hearing this, laughing heartily: "Not entirely winning, you lost by a goal to me in the last soccer match."

"That’s because our main striker Mr. Ning Feng had a minor issue, letting your team win by a goal. Next week’s match will be different."

"Next week we’re on our home turf, where we always win! President Huang, you’ve really forgotten those days."

Noisy footsteps approached; a silver-haired foreigner entered, surrounded by several bodyguards.

Behind them followed a tall, nearly two-meter African man, draped in a golden silk cloak, hooded, with a golden belt revealing muscles bulging like stones.

Each muscle glistened with golden olive oil, making his body appear as solid as iron and bronze, sparkling in the light.

Seeing Thomas arrive, both President Huang and President Qiao stood up, clapping in welcome. President Huang, closest to the entrance, smilingly pointed to the seat beside him, inviting Thomas to sit.

But Thomas merely smiled at President Huang, shook his hand, and walked past him, directly heading to President Qiao.

The two embraced like close friends, with Thomas finding an empty seat beside President Qiao, taking two Cuban cigars from his pocket and smilingly handing one to President Qiao.

Speaking in English, Thomas said: "Thank you, President Qiao, for hosting this boxing match, you’ve worked hard."

The accompanying translator conveyed Thomas’s words to President Qiao, who then, with a fawning manner, hurriedly lit a cigar for Thomas, lighting one for himself after, praising the cigar effusively.

"Great cigar, great cigar, it wasn’t hard work. We all earn money, no hard work."

Seeing Thomas and President Qiao’s closeness, President Huang’s face showed jealousy and disdain.

Ignoring everyone, the African man ascended the boxing ring, his gaze icy as it swept around.

No one dared meet his gaze; anyone crossing paths with his eyes felt a chill along their spine, immediately averting their eyes.

He shrugged off his cloak, handing it to an assistant nearby. His arm bore a massive scorpion tattoo, with tattoos covering his legs, chest, and back, exuding a fearsome aura.

He was the Boxing King Jason brought by Thomas.

Observing Jason, President Qiao smugly said: "President Huang, if you want to bet on Jason winning, you still have two minutes left."

A sharp-faced middle-aged man with glasses approached President Qiao—his Secretary Wang.

Secretary Wang briefly reported the online betting situation to President Qiao.

President Qiao, hearing this, showed delight, then pridefully said to President Huang: "President Huang, for this boxing match, there are fifty thousand bets, over ten million viewers. Although fewer Huaxia people, many Americans and Europeans watch. Only a hundred or so people across the network bet on your martial artists winning. Speaking of which, where are your martial artists? Haven’t they arrived yet, afraid to show up? Hahaha."

The black Lincoln car stopped at the entrance of the arena. Xu Xiangbei, guided by the driver, entered. President Huang saw Xu Xiangbei arrive, raised his wine glass to him, and smiled in welcome.

Though President Huang’s face was smiling, Xu Xiangbei could see his spirits weren’t high, even a bit dispirited.

He glanced at the boxing ring, where Jason appeared as imposing as a Shaolin copper man, feeling amused at heart.