novelraw Chapter 99: The Japanese Invitation, Earning 800 Million!
Chapter 99: The Japanese Invitation, Earning 800 Million!
Upon seeing these men in black, Lindim and his companions immediately tensed up.
They instinctively stepped forward to protect He Xi, and Lin Di'an even frowned and asked directly.
"What does your boss want? The game is over!"
They often went to Japan to play pachinko, so they knew some basic Japanese conversation.
Hamasaki Fuya grabbed He Xi's clothes and nodded her little head repeatedly.
"Exactly! We, Yuusama, are already champions! You guys aren't sore losers, are you?"
He Xi's brows furrowed involuntarily.
He only won 6000 million yen from betting, and in the last game, because his odds were pulled down so low that there was not much to win, he simply didn't bet on it.
Isn't it unnecessary to make such a fuss?
He Xi did not protect the crowd in front of her, but stepped forward and looked down at the man in the suit who was leading the group.
"What does your boss want with me?"
His voice wasn't loud, but after several days of competition, especially after slapping his opponent away in the ring for two consecutive days and shattering the record for Japan's strongest karate player under 30, Shisaka Hihokawa, it added a touch of... domineering aura to him.
Anyway, the man in the suit looked away for a moment when he was being stared at before replying.
"Our boss said he wants to talk to you about the champion's prize money."
These words immediately eased the tension.
"Oh dear, why didn't you say so sooner? Come on, let's hurry up and go, don't keep the boss waiting."
Lindium stepped forward and grabbed the man in the suit's hand, while several people surrounded He Xi as they walked towards the boss's office.
The boss was a short, middle-aged man with a large belly, slightly bowed legs, and a receding hairline, wearing glasses.
Yes, it basically fulfills all the stereotypes Chinese audiences have about sleazy Japanese bosses.
Standing next to her was a secretary whose name I couldn't recall—Mikami, Asuka, Ichika, Ayaka, Momonogi, Seto, Kinoshita, Karen, Koyo, Yami, Shinmura, Kitano… cough cough or something. The vibe was too strong.
Well, He Xi hasn't had much contact with Japanese women; he's only heard some names from friends, so I'm guessing if these are correct.
"Wow, welcome to our champion! Congratulations!"
Mediterranean warmly stepped forward and shook He Xi's hand, his greasy face full of smiles, making it hard to associate him with a boss who controls underground boxing matches.
He Xi subtly pulled her hand away, nodding with a smile.
"Thank you, boss. Is our bonus ready?"
Although the competition went smoothly, and I won a lot of money and prize money.
However, He Xi does not plan to participate in this kind of boxing match again.
This time, neither the contestants nor the audience knew him, so the situation was a little better.
If he comes again next time, the people here might use all sorts of methods to deal with him.
The story of Huo Yuanjia defeating Japanese opponents in a series of martial arts matches, only to be poisoned to death by the Japanese, is not a fictional story from a movie.
Never gamble on the humanity of the Japanese soldiers; they simply don't have any!
Mediterranean wasn't annoyed by He Xi's combing; instead, he became even more enthusiastic.
"The bonus has already been prepared. This is a Swiss bank draft; you can withdraw it at any Swiss bank worldwide!"
He Xi took it and saw that it clearly read, "60 US dollars"!
"Huh! Did I see that right? Wasn't the champion's prize money supposed to be 50? How did it become 60?"
Lindium peeked out and asked in confusion.
He Xi also had the same question mark on her face.
Mediterranean continued to explain with a smile.
"That's right, the 500,000 here is the champion's prize money, and the other 100,000 is a personal gift to Mr. He."
"After last night's match, due to our poor organization, some spectators bumped into Mr. He. This is our apology!"
"In addition, we have many competitions here every year, including not only karate, but also kickboxing and the like."
"We have high hopes for Mr. He's abilities and would like to achieve a deeper level of cooperation with you."
"At that time, in addition to the bonus, we will definitely have more to show our appreciation."
"At the same time, if you want to place a bet, we can also leave the betting limit unset."
"In addition, we will cover all travel and accommodation expenses for you and your companions, and assign someone to take care of your daily needs!"
"You will absolutely enjoy the most prestigious treatment!"
This is no longer a simple gesture of goodwill; it's even bordering on flattery.
The Japanese have always admired strength.
If you treat it politely, it will take advantage of you.
However, if you demonstrate overwhelming strength and defeat or crush them, they will turn around and worship you.
When He Xi slapped Shisaka Hibukawa away, quite a few of the audience members had already switched sides.
Among them were even gamblers who had bet on He Xi's opponents to win a few days ago, only to lose everything.
The Mediterranean Sea also has this reason.
Of course, as the bookmaker, Mediterranean must have made a lot of money by reaping a large number of gamblers through He Xi a few days ago.
He Xi didn't have much initial capital, but he still made 6000 million yen.
The Mediterranean earns at least several dozen times that amount, or even...
Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so generous as to offer $10 as an apology and bait.
He Xi, a powerful figure with the ability to make money for them, is worth Mediterranean doing this for.
Lindim and the others were clearly tempted.
This time, he came to Japan with He Xi and not only made money playing pachinko, but also made a fortune betting on boxing matches.
Everyone has at least four or five hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars in their hands.
This is something they couldn't earn even after working as stuntmen for over a decade.
If I could play with He Xi once or twice a year from now on, oh no, once a year would be enough.
His dream of living in a thousand-square-foot mansion and marrying a beautiful wife and concubine was soon realized.
Hamasaki Fukuko stared longingly at He Xi.
She most hoped that He Xi could come to Japan more often, and ideally stay and not leave.
That way she can eat delicious food every day until she coughs and gags!
He Xi smiled and put the promissory note into her pocket.
"Thank you for your kindness, boss. I'll gladly accept the money."
"As for the competition, we will definitely participate again, and we'll keep in touch!"
After chatting warmly with the Mediterranean man for a few more minutes, He Xi declined his invitation to have dinner with him and left with the others.
On the way, several martial arts instructors said excitedly.
"Brother Xi, you must take us with you next time! We're skilled and will definitely take good care of you!"
He Xi smiled and nodded, but she had already made up her mind.
He definitely won't participate in this kind of competition again.
The opponents he faced in this competition all suffered some kind of ailment from his underhanded tactics, making it difficult for them to live as normal men in the future.
One time could be considered a coincidence, but if he did it a few more times, the entire Japanese karate and kickboxing community would probably hate him.
He Xi did not want to repeat Huo Yuanjia's mistakes.
Moreover, he now has more than HK$800 million in start-up capital.
There is no need to take such risks anymore.
This time when he returns to Hong Kong, he's going to go all out as an actor and singer, doing whatever he wants!
Yes, I'm talking about career!