Gao Wu: You Stole My Indicators, And You Still Want Me To Be Generous?

hum... buzz...

Snatching the microphone from the hand of the beautiful announcer, Xu Feng clapped it hard twice.

The noisy noise finally made these guys who called Mazi brother quiet down.

"First of all, I would like to thank all the viewers for coming to support me. I hope that everyone can subscribe and follow on the Fighter's Home app!"

Xu Feng has never been an anchor before, but he has seen how those anchors who show off their beauty make small money.

Because he can also get revenue share for subscriptions on the app, so at this time he took the microphone and said something like that.

But after saying this sentence, Xu Feng immediately made a turning point and said in a deep voice:

"Friends, I want to reiterate one thing here, I am wearing a nine-tube mask, not a pockmarked mask.

If possible, please stop calling me Brother Mazi, calling me Brother Jiutong is a good choice..."

However, before Xu Feng could finish speaking, the audience became restless again:

"What the hell is Jiutong? Brother Mazi, Brother Mazi, I like to call him Brother Mazi!"

"Brother Mazi, don't explain anymore, your pockmarked face has already been deeply rooted in people's hearts..."

"Yes, it's very in-depth. I hope Brother Mazi will pick up my contact information and have an in-depth and warm communication with me offline!"

...

"It's a big trough, can you still understand people's words, brother Mazi is addicted, right?"

Xu Feng was dumbfounded for a moment, feeling that these people in the stands were completely unreasonable.

He grabbed the microphone and really wanted to throw it out right now, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it.

Reluctantly handing the microphone back to the beautiful announcer, Xu Feng walked backstage dejectedly.

If it weren't for his opponent who happened to be carried out covered in bruises.

If you just look at Xu Feng's listless appearance, people might think that he is the loser in this match.

"Old man, do you think it would be better for me to change my mask?"

Backstage, Xu Feng asked his manager Ji Chang with a somewhat sad expression.

Chief Ji suppressed a smile, shook his head and said:

"Ahem, Xu Feng, once the mask of this Family of Fighters player is selected, it cannot be changed.

But I have a way, if you really don't want to be called Brother Mazi, you don't have to wear a mask. "

What the hell are you talking about?

Xu Feng immediately expressed his dissatisfaction with his eyes, and immediately refused in his mouth:

"Forget it! Now that I'm wearing this mask, the aunts and aunts in the stands are so enthusiastic.

if

I took off the mask and it was okay, God knows if the alloy fence can prevent the restlessness of the audience. "

Brother Mazi, brother Mazi!

It's better than being hugged by a group of heavily made-up aunts when the alloy fence is broken away.

And after tomorrow's fighting match, I probably won't come back for a long time.

"Money is indeed the root of all evil. In order to earn some milk powder... oh, it's money for pills. Is it easy for me?"

Xu Feng thought so in his heart, he suddenly glanced at the Chief Ji next to him, and said:

"Old man, how many games will you arrange for me tomorrow? By the way, I should mention my salary tomorrow, right?"

The Chief Ji smiled and said:

"Brother Xu, your reward tomorrow will be based on the top standard for a first-rank martial artist, which is 150,000 per game.

But at the Fighter's House, you only have four fighting games, and there are other arrangements for the night after the fight. "Biquku

"Other arrangements? What do you mean?"

Xu Feng froze for a moment, then he seemed to think of something, and said with a dark face:

"Old man, the contract I signed only includes playing games. If you want me to accompany some high-end clients, then I will be anxious to you."

After finishing this sentence, Xu Feng's mind flashed the figures of those fat aunts in the stands just now.

"Ahem... Brother Xu, where do you want to go?"

The Chief Accountant was obviously taken aback by Xu Feng's jumping thinking, and quickly explained:

"I'm talking about other arrangements, going to another place to fight one or two fights.

You don't think that there is only one Fighter's House in the fighting circle in the entire Harbor Province, do you? "

Xu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, nodded his head and said:

"Oh, then I don't worry, it doesn't matter where you fight, as long as you have enough money!"

"Don't worry about the money, if you represent our family of fighters, you should at least start with a million dollars.

And if you can become famous in the fighting circles of the entire Harbor Province, then the advertising revenue will not be small. "

The chief accountant explained carefully.

...

For Xu Feng, this day passed neither too fast nor too slow.

If it wasn't for the people in the stands shouting "Brother Mazi" every time there was a game.

Maybe he will be in a better mood today.

After playing all six games, Xu Feng's record in Fighter's House has become 12 games and 12 wins!

For Xu Feng, this kind of small achievement is of course nothing to be proud of.

But it is different for the audience, they seem to see a new fighting star

The stars are rushing into the sky.

As a result, the popularity of 'Brother Mazi' also increased rapidly on the Fighter's Home app.

The video playback volume of his battles with opponents is also increasing...

"It's a pity that this thing looks a bit empty. It's probably impossible to make a lot of money, and it's not bad to earn some living expenses!"

Taking a look at his background earnings in the Fighter app, Xu Feng smiled.

Fortunately, he didn't have too much hope for this thing in the first place, so it can't be said that he was disappointed at this time.

"After tomorrow's match, I'm about to be promoted to a second-rank martial artist.

And once you become a second-rank martial artist, the consumption speed of the pill will also increase... Hey, worry about it! "

Xu Feng shook his head.

In fact, if he follows the normal progress, his qi and blood value will break through the limit of a first-rank warrior tomorrow morning.

Because at this moment Xu Feng's blood value had reached 990 points.

It's just to 'persist' in playing all the games tomorrow...mainly for money.

Xu Feng changed his habit of practicing the Negative Mountain Jue in the morning to improve his qi and blood, and changed it to the evening again, but fortunately, it didn't have much effect.

Jingle bell, jingle bell.

Just when Xu Feng was thinking about where to make money without the home of the fighters.

His cell phone rang suddenly, and when he looked down, it turned out to be the call from the poisonous teacher Qian Nannan.

After clicking on the connection, the unique voice of Mr. Poison Tongue appeared next to his ears:

"Xu Feng, why hasn't your boy made any movement lately?

Didn't you just come to me without mentioning any problems with martial arts and secret techniques? "

Xu Feng really didn't expect Teacher Xiaoqian to call him, so he paused for a moment before speaking;

"Uh...Mr. Qian, I have no problems with my martial arts and secret techniques, so..."

"So you kid simply don't want to see me anymore?"

Before he could finish speaking, Qian Nannan who was on the opposite side had already activated the poisonous tongue mode.

Just as Xu Feng was about to explain, the voice from the other side continued:

"Xu Feng, remember to set aside time tomorrow night, I will take you out to see the world!"

Tomorrow evening?

Xu Feng originally wanted to agree.

But then he realized that he was going to fight for money, so he said in a very embarrassing way:

"That... I'm sorry, Teacher Qian, I have something to do tomorrow night, so..."

"So you really really don't want to see me, kid? Okay, let's do that!"

To Xu Feng's surprise, Teacher Xiaoqian hung up the phone without saying a word.