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Liu Muhan took the phone from Yang Ling and said with a smile, "I thought you would participate in this competition, but you still refused."    

    

"That's good too. Don't always do dangerous things to make everyone worry."    

    

Yang Ling laughed. "What do you mean?"    

    

Liu Muhan asked curiously, "You want 70% of their profits. I don't think any company will accept such conditions."    

    

"Isn't this a disguised rejection?"    

    

Yang Ling heard her and smiled. "From a business point of view, no one would agree to such harsh conditions. But this is obviously not a simple boxing match. "    

    

"Oh?"    

    

Liu Muhan hesitated for a moment and asked curiously, "Although the commotion is so big, capital is for profit. This is essentially a commercial activity?"    

    

Yang Ling shook his head and walked to the window to look at the sky. He said lightly, "There are some things that cannot be measured with money."    

    

"Even if I want 100% of the profits, they will agree."    

    

On the other side, in an office, Jack threw his phone to the ground. He roared, "F * ck! That damn Eastern kid wants 70% of the profits!"    

    

"What!"    

    

The rest of the people in the office were so scared that they jumped up.    

    

The estimated profit of this competition had reached 100 million magnesium gold, which was close to 6E RMB. Yang Ling wanted 70% of it to be 400 million!    

    

It was hard to describe with an exorbitant price.    

    

One of the bald white elders said angrily, "This greedy devil is simply unreasonable. Inform the media immediately that Mr Yang Shuang has agreed to an invitation. Without him, we can still successfully host the invitation match!"    

    

"Idiot!"    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, a berating voice came from the main seat of the office. An old man said in a deep voice, "Agree to Yang Ling's conditions. As long as he is willing to go on stage, give him any amount of money."    

    

"Ah!"    

    

Everyone in the office was stunned. They looked at the old man one by one, waiting for his explanation.    

    

The old man stood up and slowly walked to the front of a huge map of the world. He looked in the direction of Huaxia and said with a smile: "Since entering the New Era, our west has faced all kinds of challenges and threats, and the biggest threat is the country we are currently in."    

    

"Currently, it has developed into a situation where two heroes are fighting each other"    

    

"They are a powerful race. If this continues, sooner or later they will return to the state of the Central Kingdom from a thousand years ago. This will undoubtedly affect our cheese."    

    

Jack asked curiously, "President, although this is indeed a problem that needs to be taken seriously, it seems to have nothing to do with this boxing match, right?"    

    

The old man looked at him like he was looking at an idiot and sneered, "Confidence is a kind of foundation. It is a region. A country may not have the strength, but it cannot be without confidence."    

    

"Who is this Yang Ling? He is the representative of the new generation here. He is the target of the young generation. He has a great influence on the young generation!"    

    

"He stands on the stage, representing the future."    

    

"And we are going to use the most direct method to defeat him in such an occasion, and then strike down the confidence of these people!"    

    

When he said this, everyone in the office opened their eyes wide. The old man who was scolded said in surprise, "President, the ancient East has obtained outstanding results in every sports field in recent years. Even if we win this performance competition, I am afraid that it will not have much impact, right?"