Jiang Wen finished signing the expected contract with Wang Xiran, twirling the pen in his hand.
"I wonder if your company has any martial arts referees with good professional skills? Or referees who are broadly involved in boxing, fighting, judo, and the like?"
Wang Xiran was a little dumbfounded when she heard Jiang Wen's words.
She had heard of people looking for emcees, and she had also seen people looking for sports referees, but this was the first time she had seen someone looking for martial arts referees.
After all, no one in the private sector would do this kind of activity with no commercial value.
What is there to see in a martial arts competition? Watching a bunch of people pull each other's hair while fighting? Moreover, in China, except for boxing, things like kickboxing and MMA are prohibited from being broadcast.
Instead of spending a lot of effort to create a martial arts event that no one cares about, it's better to do some talent shows and pick a few long-legged beauties to attract attention.
"This... Xunjie really doesn't have any good resources," Wang Xiran said helplessly.
"However, I do know some acquaintances from taekwondo and boxing gyms. They are very good at fighting, maybe I can find a satisfactory candidate for Mr. Jiang?"
"You can go and see first. If I am satisfied, I will hire him at a standard that is 30% higher than the market price," Jiang Wen didn't refuse.
After reading the competition schedule plan given by Wang Xiran, he threw the one he had made earlier into the trash can.
It seems that no matter what, some things still need to be done by professionals.
After all, there are too many things to prepare for hosting a national competition.
He's not just setting up a wild fight, setting up a venue, and calling a few people to hold it.
But to make the competition known to many people.
"Then, Mr. Jiang, are you free now? I can take you to see those people," Wang Xiran invited.
Jiang Wen naturally agreed, he also wanted to see how good the experts she mentioned were.
The two left the hot pot restaurant and took a car to the bustling area of the city.
On the way, Wang Xiran told Jiang Wen about those people with great interest, and her words were full of admiration.
It was a young man taking on seven enemies, taking down the opponent with clean and neat skills.
Jiang Wen remembered that he had seen this video a long time ago. At that time, the barrage said that this scene was scripted. At that time, he just exclaimed and didn't pay attention to the follow-up.
He didn't expect this thing to be real.
"I'm interested in fighting him," Jiang Wen said with a smile.
"..." Wang Xiran on the side looked at Jiang Wen silently after hearing this.
This man is not burly, and his skin is fair and moist, even better than her skin as a girl.
He looks like an ordinary otaku man, and I don't know where he got the courage to say that he wants to compete with the owner of the boxing gym.
She knew how burly Li Yue's figure was.
Compared with him, Jiang Wen is simply the difference between an eagle and a chick.
Thinking of Jiang Wen's words in the hot pot restaurant before, Wang Xiran felt that the other party was not joking. He seemed to really want to compete with Li Yue.
She couldn't help being shocked and quickly wanted to dismiss this outrageous idea of her gold master.
"That..." Wang Xiran thought about what to say to avoid arousing the gold master's resentment. If the contract with a deposit of several million was lost, she would have no place to cry.
"I don't think it's necessary to compete with professionals," she stammered. "I think Mr. Jiang, you are already very good, so you don't have to get involved in fields you are not good at."
"Oh? Do you think I can't beat him?" Jiang Wen asked nonchalantly.
"Ah! No, that's not what I meant," Wang Xiran waved her hands quickly. "I mean, Mr. Jiang is so busy, why bother doing these things?"
"I know what you mean, I just want to see if he is worthy of being a referee."
Listening to the gold master's arrogant words, Wang Xiran gave up struggling. She clicked on the chat software and frantically tapped on a boy's avatar.
Xiran Cute: Li Yue! Are you there?! Emergency!
Xiran Cute: If you are there, reply to me quickly, ah ah ah ah! (impatient)
Li Yue is very strong: I am here.
Li Yue is very strong: Big beauty Wang, what's the matter?
Xiran Cute: I brought you a gold master! But the gold master wants to compete with you! You have to take it easy!
Li Yue is very strong: Ah this! Thank you, big beauty Wang, I will definitely save some energy. (flowers) (flowers)
Seeing Li Yue's reply, Wang Xiran breathed a sigh of relief.
Thinking of letting the unreliable gold master in front of her learn a lesson and know the difference between a boxer and an ordinary person, she felt much more comfortable for some reason.
Jiang Wen didn't care about Wang Xiran's many thoughts. He looked at the prosperous streets and thought about what kind of impact it would have if martial arts spread in this world.
When the car stopped, Wang Xiran took the initiative to pay the fare and led Jiang Wen to the boxing gym.
At this moment, the boxing gym was full of voices, and a boxing match was in progress.
Li Yue, who was meters tall, sat next to the weightlifting machine, showing a smile as he looked at the news on his phone.
"What are you looking at?" A boxer trainee behind him patted him on the shoulder and asked curiously.
"Someone wants to compete with me," Li Yue said casually.
"Who is it? So suicidal? He actually wants to compete with the Jiangcheng boxing champion," the trainee was surprised. He knew how terrifying Li Yue was.
He also overestimated himself and wanted to challenge Li Yue, but he was punched and couldn't get up for a long time.
"Maybe it's curiosity, after all, outsiders don't know much about these things. But the important thing is that the other party is a rich man."
Li Yue looked at the gate of the boxing gym, then stood up.
His burly figure was like a war god, slowly walking towards the two people who appeared at the door.
"This is Li Yue."
"This is Mr. Jiang Wen, that's what I just told you," Wang Xiran introduced to the two.
Jiang Wen looked up at Li Yue, and the other party also looked down at him.
There was scrutiny in that gaze, and a hint of disdain flashed across it.
"I heard from Miss Wang that you are very strong. I want to compete with you to see if you are really that strong," Jiang Wen said without hesitation.
Even though the other party was half a head taller than him, he still looked relaxed.
"...Oh my god," Wang Xiran covered her face in pain when she heard Jiang Wen's words.
"If you want to compete, you can," Li Yue looked at Jiang Wen, who was thin, and laughed. "But boxing is not a child's play."
"Don't blame me if you are sent to the hospital."
Jiang Wen nodded, agreeing with Li Yue's words.
