Gao Wu: You Stole My Quota And You Still Expect Me To Be Generous?

Buzz...buzz...

Grabbing the microphone from the beautiful announcer, Xu Feng clapped it twice.

The noisy noise finally quieted down the guys who were calling him "Brother Mazi".

"First of all, thank you all for coming to support me. I hope you can also subscribe and follow me on the Fighter's Home APP!"

Xu Feng had never been an anchor before, but he had seen how those anchors who used beauty filters made a little money.

Because he could also get a share of the revenue from the subscriptions on the APP, he said something in imitation of the others while holding the microphone.

But after saying this, Xu Feng immediately changed his mind 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 pockmarked brother. Calling me nine-tube brother is a good choice..."

However, before Xu Feng finished speaking, the audience became agitated again:

"What the hell is nine-tube? Pockmarked brother, pockmarked brother, I like to call pockmarked brother!"

"Pockmarked brother, don't explain anymore. Your pockmarked face has been deeply rooted in people's hearts..."

"Yes, very deeply. I hope pockmarked brother will pick up my contact information and have an in-depth and warm communication with me offline!"

...

"Fuck, can you still understand what I'm saying? You're addicted to calling pockmarked brother, right!"

Xu Feng was stunned and felt that these people in the stands were completely unreasonable.

He grabbed the microphone and really wanted to throw it out at this time, but he thought about it and gave up.

Reluctantly, he handed the microphone back to the beautiful announcer, and Xu Feng walked backstage dejectedly.

If his opponent hadn't just been carried out with bruises all over his body.

If Xu Feng looked listless now, others might think he was the loser in this match.

"Old Ji, do you think I should change my mask?"

In the backstage, Xu Feng asked his agent, Ji Chang, with a somewhat bleak expression.

Ji Chang suppressed his laughter and shook his head directly:

"Ahem, Xu Feng, once the mask of this fighter's home player is selected, it cannot be changed.

But I have a way. If you really don't want to be called pockmarked brother, you can not wear a mask."

What kind of a shitty idea is this?

Xu Feng immediately expressed his dissatisfaction with his eyes and refused immediately:

"Forget it! Now I am wearing this mask, and the aunties in the stands are so enthusiastic.

If I take off the mask, it will be terrible. God knows whether the alloy fence can prevent the audience's restlessness."

Let's be pockmarked brother!

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

And after tomorrow's fighting game, I probably won't come again for quite a long time.

"Money is the root of all evil. To earn some milk powder... oh, it's the money for the elixir, how easy is it for me?"

Xu Feng thought so in his heart, and suddenly looked at the chief accountant next to him and said:

"Old Ji, how many matches have been arranged for me tomorrow? By the way, it's time to raise my salary tomorrow, right?"

The chief accountant smiled and said:

"Brother Xu, your salary tomorrow will be based on the top standard of a first-grade warrior, which is 150,000 per match.

But here in the Fighter's House, you only have four fighting matches, and you have other arrangements in the evening after the fight."

"Other arrangements? What do you mean?"

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

"Old Ji, the contract I signed only includes fighting. If you let me accompany some high-end customers, I will be angry with you."

When he finished this sentence, Xu Feng's mind flashed the figures of the fat aunts in the stands just now.

"Ahem... Brother Xu, what are you thinking about?"

The chief accountant was obviously also shocked by Xu Feng's jumpy thinking, and hurriedly explained:

"I said I had other plans. I would go to other places to fight one or two fighting matches.

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

Xu Feng was relieved immediately and nodded:

"Oh, then I'm relieved. It doesn't matter where I fight, as long as I have enough money!"

"Don't worry about the money. If you represent our Fighter's House to participate in the competition, it will start at at least one million.

And if you can make a name for yourself in the fighting circle of the entire Harbor Province, the advertising revenue will not be small."

The head of the account explained carefully.

...

This day was neither fast nor slow for Xu Feng.

If he hadn't been called "Brother Mazi" by those people in the stands every time he played a game.

Maybe he would be in a better mood today.

After all six games, Xu Feng's record in the Fighter's House became 12 wins in 12 games!

This small achievement is certainly nothing to be proud of for Xu Feng.

But it's different for the audience. They seem to see a new fighting star rising rapidly.

Therefore, the popularity of 'Brother Mazi' also increased rapidly on the Fighter's Home APP.

The number of views of his videos fighting with his opponents is also increasing...

"It's a pity that this thing looks a bit fake. It's probably impossible to make a lot of money. It's enough to make some living expenses!"

Looking at his income in the background of the Fighter APP, Xu Feng smiled.

Fortunately, he didn't have much hope for this thing, so he was not disappointed at this time.

"After tomorrow's game, I will be promoted to a second-grade warrior.

Once you become a second-grade warrior, the consumption rate of elixirs will also increase... Hey, I'm worried!"

Xu Feng shook his head.

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

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

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

Xu Feng changed his habit of practicing Fushan Jue in the morning to improve blood and qi in the evening again, fortunately it didn't affect much.

Dinglingling, dinglingling.

Just when Xu Feng was thinking about where to make money without the Fighter's House, a place to get money.

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

After clicking the connection, the poisonous teacher's unique voice appeared in his ears:

"Xu Feng, why haven't you made any moves recently?

Why don't you tell me if there are any problems with your martial arts and secret techniques? Why do you come to me?"

Xu Feng really didn't expect that teacher Qian would call him. He was stunned for a moment before speaking;

"Uh... Teacher Qian, there are no problems with my martial arts and secret techniques, so..."

"So you just don't want to see me?"

Before he finished speaking, Qian Nannan on the other side had already turned on the poisonous tongue mode.

Xu Feng was about to explain, and the voice on the other side continued:

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

Tomorrow night?

Xu Feng wanted to agree.

But then he realized that he had to go to a fighting competition to make money, so he said awkwardly:

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

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

It was a bit beyond Xu Feng's expectation that Teacher Qian on the other side hung up the phone without saying a word.