Jia Zheng connected the phone, and when he was talking to the other party, his attitude was very humble, although he couldn't see him through the phone, he still had a smile on his face, and even nodded his head again and again while talking, looking like he was begging in a low voice.

After Jia Zheng hung up the phone, Xiao Shanhe asked, "Brother Jia, how is the fight center now?"

He knew that Jia Zheng regarded the fight center as more important than his life, and when it first opened, it was only set up by smashing pots and selling iron, and it was said that he had a falling out with his girlfriend for the fight center.

Although he smashed his net worth into the fight center, it was very difficult to operate because the location he chose was not ideal, and he did not know how to publicize and operate, and he did not have many resources and relationships.

Before Xiao Shanhe left, there were less than ten students in the fight center, and the cost was not enough to pay the rent.

As soon as he mentioned the fight center, Jia Zheng's expression suddenly dimmed, he took out another cigarette and lit it, sighed and said: "It's worse than before, now there are only two or three students, and they are still children of relatives and friends." ”

"Brother Jia, I remember that when I left the Fight Center, didn't you say that there might be no funds to continue the operation and that you were going to close it?" Xiao Shanhe asked puzzled.

Because he was familiar with Jia Zheng, when the two were eating, Jia Zheng once mentioned to him the idea of closing the fight center, and with the situation of the fight center at that time, it would definitely not last today.

Jia Zheng squatted down and took a few puffs of cigarette fiercely, with a helpless and lonely face, "I took my dad's house as a mortgage, and the money was basically spent, if there is no improvement this month, not only will the fight center be closed, but the bank loan will not be repaid, and my dad's house may be taken away by the bank." ”

"Then what are your plans?" Xiao Shanhe asked, "Have you ever considered finding someone to inject capital?"

When the fight center was not well managed, someone actually approached Jia Zheng, hoping to buy the fight center at a low price, but first, it was his hard work, second, the price was too low, and third, he felt that he could fight again, so Jia Zheng did not agree.

But now that the fight center is on the verge of closing, Jia Zheng has no way out.

If Jia Zheng is willing to give up part of his shares to accept capital injection, Xiao Shanhe can put millions into it, just to do Jia Zheng a favor.

Jia Zheng shook his head and said, "With the current situation of the fighting center, who is willing to inject capital? Even if someone injects capital and continues to operate, it is estimated that the end will be the same." ”

"Then you're just going to watch the fight center close?"

Jia Zheng looked at the time and replied: "I made an appointment with a martial artist, and I plan to make him the spokesperson of the fighting center to see if it works, if it still doesn't work, I can only close the center." ”

Looking for a martial artist to be the spokesperson, the cost will naturally not be low, it is undoubtedly a big expense for the fighting center that has been losing money for several years, and this decision is also related to the future of the fighting center.

The martial artist still has a certain influence, but it does not necessarily save Jia Zheng's fighting center.

Not long after, a Land Rover roared over, just parked next to the Lamborghini in Xiaoshanhe, and then three people stepped out of the car.

One of them was a muscular man, with arms thicker than the others' thighs, bulging muscles, hugging a woman with heavy makeup.

The other was a thin young man, a little hunched back, with a pair of eyes, and a briefcase that followed closely behind the stout man.

"Hello Boss Wu, I'm Jia Zheng. Seeing the three of them getting out of the car, Jia Zheng hurriedly trotted up to meet them, holding business cards in both hands and looking in front of the sturdy man.

The martial artist spokesperson that Jia Zheng is going to invite for the fight center is this man named Wugong Cheng, who is not strong in his own right, and he only has about four grades to die.

In Seaside City, you can't even get on the ordinary table, at best, you just use the identity of a warrior to make money everywhere.

Wu Gong Cheng glanced at his business card disdainfully and asked, "You are Jia Zheng, the owner of the 'Elite Fighting Center'?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I am Jia Zheng. Jia Zheng accompanied the smiling face and nodded continuously.

"I'll talk to my assistant about anything, now go buy us three tickets for the first place, we're going to watch the competition." Wu Gong Cheng didn't accept Jia Zheng's business card, but said impatiently.

"Okay, okay. Jia Zheng smiled dryly and retracted his understanding, and hurriedly trotted to buy a ticket.

Ordinary tickets are at least 5,000 yuan a piece, if it is a little higher, it is estimated to cost tens of thousands, and it may not be possible to buy it, that is to say, not counting the cost of endorsement, just today's expenses, if you add Xiao Shanhe, it is estimated that it will be nearly 100,000.

The 50,000 tickets, as well as the next food and drink, should also cost a lot of money, it can be said that 100,000 is guaranteed, and the upper limit is not capped.

Watching Jia Zheng leave, Wu Gong Cheng said with disdain: "A dead poor ghost who can't even afford 500,000 yuan also wants to find me as a spokesperson, when I am an ordinary dog and cat?"

"After watching the competition, let him pay for a good meal, and then go to the seaside hotel to open a general suite. The bespectacled assistant had a shrill voice and behaved like a.

Wu Gong Cheng sneered and said: "If he can afford 500,000 yuan, I can still agree to his conditions, if he can't afford it, I will slaughter him as a wronged boss, and then refuse him on the grounds that the contract cannot be negotiated!"

Wu Gong Cheng and others didn't plan to give Jia Zheng's fighting center the spokesperson from the beginning, and the reason why they didn't directly refuse after communicating several times was just to kill Jia Zheng fiercely.

It doesn't cost money to eat and drink, and it doesn't cost money to watch the competition, so why not.

Their calculations were very good, and Jia Zheng did fall into their pit, but they didn't notice that Xiao Shanhe was still standing in the distance, and they heard their conversation word for word.

Not long after, Jia Zheng came back breathlessly with five tickets and handed three to Wu Gongcheng's assistant.

"Why is it a third-class ticket? It's too far to see clearly. The assistant glanced at the ticket and said with some dissatisfaction.

Jia Zheng said curtly: "The third-class tickets are more than 10,000 yuan, and other tickets have been sold out, only in the hands of scalpers." ”

"Then find a scalper to buy it!" said the assistant with a dark face.

The normal ticket price of a second-class product is 30,000 yuan, and if you buy it from a scalper, it is estimated that it will have to be doubled, and with Jia Zheng's current ability, he can't afford it at all.

Even the few third-class tickets in his hand almost drained all the money in his pocket.

"Forget it, forget it, stay farther away! At this time, the ticket is not easy to buy, let's make do with it!" Wu Gong Cheng pretended to be impatient.

The assistant pinched the lotus finger, fanned the wind with the ticket and said, "Okay, then let's hurry in, it's hot here, and my makeup is about to be put on." ”

"Let's go in first, let's get cooler inside. Jia Zheng said with a smile, then turned back and beckoned to Xiao Shanhe, signaling him to come over.