What should I do if I look too fierce?

Aokiji smiled at Matsuyama Iwa: "Congratulations on finally becoming the champion coach."

Songshanyan originally wanted to give him a hug, but now he saw that Aokiji was limping a little when walking, and his expression suddenly became worried: "Is it really okay? If not, just check again. If you stay in the hospital and rest for a while, I will take care of the school medical expenses for you."

"Don't worry. Is it possible that I will leave some root causes of disease for myself because of my stubbornness? I'm not the kind of person who wants to save face and suffer." Aokiji smiled and bumped fists with him: "It's just that the school The vacation has to be extended, and I plan to rest at home for a week."

Aokiji didn't forget that there was a group of Phoenix guys trying to do something at this time. To be cautious, he decided to wait until his body was almost healed before returning to school.

"No problem. Have you known about Yabuki Jo for a long time?" Matsuyama Iwa suddenly mentioned Yabuki Jo.

Aokiji was stunned: "What's the matter?"

"You don't know?" Song Shanyan looked more puzzled than Aoki Si. He opened the car door and helped Aoki Si get into the car.

He rented this nanny car specially because he was afraid that his big jeep would be too wild and would make Aoki Si uncomfortable when running.

"I don't know." Si Aoki sat in the spacious back seat and breathed a sigh of relief.

As a result, Qiong and Busujima Saeko tacitly sat next to him, one on the left and one on the right. The spacious back seat suddenly became a little crowded - there were obviously two separate seats in front, but they didn't seem to see it. Similar.

"That guy just left the stadium, no, before he left the stadium, he was surrounded by a group of Yakuza and wanted to take him away. Fortunately, I was on the side, and Kiryu Kazuma also came to watch your game. The two of us helped them Let’s go, otherwise Mr. Yabuki might have had his hands chopped off last night.”

Song Shanyan's words made Qiong's eyes slightly dilate, and Aokiji frowned and asked: "Why?"

"He was originally here to give fake punches." Matsuyama Iwa did not shy away from the two people around Aokiji. In his opinion, Aokiji was absolutely trustworthy, and Busujima Saeko was Aokiji's girlfriend, and Qiong was Aoki's. Tsukasa's sister, even if he didn't believe Busujima Saeko and the two, he still believed that Aoki Tsukasa would not let these words cause trouble for others.

"Fake punch?" Aokiji was really dumbfounded.

Fake punch? Yabuki Jo?

Song Shanyan took out a cigarette: "You don't mind."

Qiong didn't say anything. Busujima Saeko shook his head. He opened the car window and took out his lighter: "Yes, his qualifications were obtained by those Yakuzas. Otherwise, you would think he is a nobody. How did you suddenly get qualified for the Supernova Competition?"

Aokiji nodded, expressing understanding.

The fact that he can participate is purely due to Song Shanyan's high energy, and it has little to do with whether he can fight or not. He feels that there must be many people who are extremely capable but have not been able to compete.

"Those Yakuza originally wanted him to fake the semi-finals and lose, so that they could make money from the outside. But Yabuki said he wanted to fight you and guaranteed to win the finals." Matsuyama played a few games. I turned off the fire but didn't light it. I looked at the two girls in the rearview mirror and simply stopped smoking.

"You've probably guessed what happened next." Songshanyan's words made Aokiji smile bitterly.

Aokiji shook his head and said: "Originally, I just saw that he seemed to have the idea of ​​​​retiring and talked about the last game, so I thought that if it was because of financial difficulties, I might as well come to you and give it a try. That guy is the real genius. If Brother Yan helps him, he will definitely become a great boxer, whether it is mixed martial arts or boxing."

Song Shanyan nodded: "I know, that's why I meddle in other people's affairs and protect him."

Speaking of this, Songshanyan laughed loudly: "I didn't expect that my small restaurant, which was just a ticket, would actually start to work now."

Aokiji smiled: "With him here in the future, the reputation of Songshan Club will surely grow."

Song Shanyan looked at him in the rearview mirror, hesitated to speak, and finally sighed: "Maybe."

He probably thought that Aokiji might stop boxing from now on, so his expression was a little regretful.

But then, he asked: "I have something to ask you, can you promise me?"

"What?" Aokiji raised his eyebrows.

"The club is planning to expand and probably open the two stores next to it. I want you to make a promotional advertisement. You don't have to do anything. Just use the previous posters. It's just the image rights. Can you give them to me? .”

After Songshanyan finished speaking, Aokiji just shook his head indifferently: "You can take it and use it."

The original boxer's contract has expired by the end of the game.

Hearing Aokiji's answer, Songshanyan was both pleased and a little angry: "We can't do this casually in the future. Do you know how much your image rights can be sold for now? There is a sports brand planning to sell it for 120 I didn’t even agree to sign you for 100,000 yuan. This 1.2 million is not Japanese yen, it’s US dollars, US dollars!”

Aokiji's eyes widened when he heard this: "So expensive?"

"Do you want to shoot? If you want to shoot, do it now. Your popularity is still expanding crazily recently. Not to mention many, as long as you are willing, after a month of advertising, I can definitely negotiate a contract of 100 million yen for you. .”

Song Shanyan said, looking at Aoki Si in the rearview mirror, only to see him frowning and shaking his head.

"Aren't you excited about this?" Song Shanyan was a bit dumbfounded: "I really don't know if you are afraid of trouble, or if you don't have any material desires."

Song Shanyan remembers very clearly that in the beginning, Aokiji planned to be a sparring partner and a target for the meager part-time salary.

But Aokiji just smiled bitterly: "Those contracts probably have image clauses, such as no negative news."

Song Shanyan thought for a while before he realized that this guy still wanted to go back and be the school bully. He sighed speechlessly. He stopped trying to persuade him and said, "Your bonus."

As he said that, he threw over a bank card. Aoki Si took it and looked at it before putting it into his pocket.

"There's fifteen million in it."

Songshanyan's words almost made Aokiji break his bank card with all his strength: "Huh? Fifteen million? Shouldn't it only be two million? No, if tax is deducted, it should only be more than one million."

"Five million is considered as your right to use your image. The remaining money is considered as your advertising fee." Songshanyan said calmly, looking at Aokiji trying to get the money back, he smiled and said: "You I don’t want it even if you give it to me. It’s all your money if you donate it. It’s your money anyway. When I go back and sign a contract with you, I plan to take over the two stores next to it, and I also plan to use your name for advertising.”

"Hey, they can give you 1.2 million US dollars, but I can't even pay 10 million yen?" Matsuyama Iwa said, seriously: "This is considered an advantage for me, if you don't even accept this , then I would really have no shame in using your reputation to continue doing business.”

Aokiji opened his mouth wide.

"Fifteen million is a lot, but it's still a small amount. Do you plan to stay at your uncle's and aunt's house forever?" Songshanyan's words made Aokiji hesitate to speak.

"You don't even want to box. I don't think you have any ideas for other jobs. You may not have much money left after you finish college. If you squander a little, you will spend it all soon." Songshanyan Admonishing, Aokiji nodded.

"Thank you." He collected the bank card solemnly.

But he was quickly calculating in his head how much fifteen million would be.

That’s 900,000 RMB!

After Aokiji finished the calculation, his head was no longer so shocked.

More than 900,000? In China's third-tier small cities, it was quite a lot. At least in Aokiji's memory, his hometown had such money, which was enough to buy a big house.

But in Neon, I have to consider studying, daily expenses, renting, etc. in the future.

It's really the same as Songshanyan said.

I guess if I really finish college, I won’t have much money.

Rent in Japan is not cheap.

"Actually, I think that with your temperament, it's better to accept more advertisements now. You'll be busy in a month, and you'll be more or less a billionaire by then. In Yachiyo, you can really do what you're interested in. . When the heat subsides, I’m afraid there won’t be any money to make.” Song Shanyan didn’t regret the money, he was thinking about Aoki Si—such an opportunity is rare for ordinary people like Aoki Si.

"Forget it." Aokiji shook his head and touched his bank card in his pocket: "When I go to college, I will find what I want to do."

Anyway, after graduating from high school, the system will become purely an auxiliary system. There will be no restrictions at that time. He can sing and debut as an idol if he wants. There is really no shortage of ways out.

"Okay, shall I take you home directly?" Songshanyan looked at Aokiji who was still a little tired: "I asked Coach Oda and the others to take the gold belt and certificate back. Do you want to take them home?"

Aokiji shook his head and smiled: "The certificate is enough. Let's just put the gold belt in the venue to stimulate the people who come after me. Let them work harder and strive to be alongside me one day."

"Bah, I gave you a blowjob."

"Hahaha."

The two chatted and laughed, and the car gradually drove back to Chiba.

Just in a daze, Aokiji touched his waist somewhat unrealistically.

I can be considered a multi-millionaire now!

Although it is Japanese yen.