The Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold!

Wang Zifan really didn't waste anything, until he played until the early hours of the morning, he just slept with the big beauty and was woken up by the ringing of the phone, pulled out the phone line, and turned around to the half-asleep Guan Zhilin once, in the coquettish begging for mercy, Wang Zifan got up satisfied, and the landline did not respond when he was connected to the line, so he didn't take it to heart, went to the bathroom to rinse, changed his clothes and came out, explained a few words to Guan Zhilin on the bed, and went out to work. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When he arrived at the company, Wang Zifan found that the atmosphere was very strange today, the staff had no intention of working, whispering, and constantly looking at his office.

Zhou Hailin said: "Mr. Wang, morning!"

Wang Zifan couldn't help asking, "Did something happen?"

Zhou Hailin said in a strange tone: "Mr. Mai is inside!"

"What is he doing here?" Wang Zifan thought about it, it wouldn't be asking for money to make a movie, and his hand was already on the doorknob.

Zhou Hailin said: "I didn't say it, but he seems to have been beaten!"

"What?!"

Wang Zifan was surprised, but at this time the door had already opened, and when he saw the scene inside, although he was prepared, he was still startled.

The bald guy looked very miserable, the lower part of his eyes was red and swollen, and if he looked closely, there were tiny beads of blood, as if he had been hit by someone, he was sitting in his place at this time, humming and chirping in his mouth, Wang Zifan was a little surprised, he was beaten like this, what did he do in his office if he didn't go to the hospital?

"Bald guy, what are you?" Wang Zifan looked closer again, it didn't look like a stunt.

"I'm lucky enough to fight the boxing champion, what is this injury!" Mecca seemed to be angry, and she didn't know who she was mocking, pulling the wound, and immediately grinned and gasped.

Fighting a boxing champion?

Wang Zifan couldn't help but smile and said, "Ali has come to Hong Kong?"

A burst of pain hit, Mecca's facial muscles twitched, and her voice was slurred: "I just arrived today, and I didn't answer your phone, so I can't hang him at the airport!"

It turned out that the call was made by Mecca, but fortunately he didn't answer, but even if he did, he didn't count, when he proposed to fool the boxing champion to come to Hong Kong, he wanted Mecca to fill the hole, but at that time he didn't expect the result to be so dangerous...... Wang Zifan sighed, he really couldn't imagine that when he was in a happy situation, Mecca was going through such an experience, and couldn't help but sympathize: "Seeing that you are injured like this, hurry up and go to the hospital to see, the medical expenses company will reimburse you." ”

Mecca stood up and said quietly: "Afan, I just came to tell you, Intercontinental Hotel, the boxing champion is still waiting for you?"

Hey, bro, you're not going to be authentic!

Wang Zifan instantly felt that Mecca didn't need mercy at all, and asked, "What about Shi Tian?"

Mecca smiled and said, "It's all on the set to start work!"

"So positive?" Wang Zifan was speechless, probably because he saw Mecca being beaten violently and hid one by one, it was really strange, how did these people know that I was going to send them to negotiate!

Intercontinental Hotel is a five-star hotel, opened in January this year, located in Kowloon Hung Hom Victoria Harbour, that is, adjacent to the Peninsula Hotel, about two or three minutes away in the middle, dare to grab food in front of the Peninsula Hotel, it can be seen that the Intercontinental ambition, although it opened for a short time, but because of the geographical advantages, surrounded by the sea on three sides, most of the suites in the hotel can enjoy the beautiful scenery of Victoria Harbour, so it is very popular.

There is a lesson from Mecca, Wang Zifan does not want to touch the eyebrows of the boxing king at this time, but as the saying goes, the arrow has to be sent on the string, and before he knows it, he was forced to the edge of the cliff, he proposed to find an action actor at the beginning, and now he will retreat when he encounters a little difficulty, then DreamWorks will not laugh and be generous, and the rest of the Eight Immortals will also say in their hearts, it turns out that Wang Zifan is not as good as Mecca!

Besides, it was not easy to fool the boxing champion Ali to come to Hong Kong, just because he was afraid of being beaten and let him return to the United States, wouldn't it be a pity, if you miss this village, you won't have this store, this is not his style of doing things!

"Mr. Wang!"

"Mr. Wang!"

"Here!"

As soon as he entered the hotel lobby, Wang Zifan saw Wu Mengda standing up and waving, and with a sweep of his eyes, he saw a black man not far away sipping coffee alone, exactly the same as the boxing champion in his memory, and took a deep breath.

Seeing Wang Zifan walking towards the black man, Wu Mengda's face changed greatly, and he was anxious, just now he saw with his own eyes that Mecca was beaten and his nose bleed without saying a few words.

“hollow！”

“hollow！whoareyou？”

Wang Zifan thought that he really didn't know Chinese, so he could only communicate in English, handed over a hot stamping business card, and introduced himself: "My name is Wang Zifan!"

Ali was stunned, this business card was a little hanging, and I saw that it was written on it the chairman of Oriental DreamWorks, the general manager of Oriental Records, and the chairman of Next Magazine...... He didn't know the Chinese characters, but there was a line of English underneath, although he knew that this was the mastermind behind the deception, but Ali didn't dare to underestimate it, and shook hands and said: "Hello! I'm Muhammad Ali!"

Wang Zifan said with a smile: "I admire two people the most in my life, one is Li Xiaolong, and the other is the boxing champion Ali!"

Ali showed a smile on his face and said, "I also admire Li Xiaolong's kung fu!"

Wang Zifan breathed a sigh of relief, and mentioned that Li Xiaolong really let Ali let down a little guard, in fact, when Li Xiaolong was alive, there were many good people who tried to match him with Ali, and there were also many martial artists who used the radical method to let Li Xiaolong challenge Ali, Li Xiaolong is not a fool, and he can see the small ways of these boxers.

Finally, one day, he couldn't bear it anymore and said what was in his heart, 'Ali is his most respected boxing champion, he has dominated the boxing world for decades, and he still maintains an undefeated record.

This is Li Xiaolong's original words, he is very confident and confident when he says this, this confidence comes from strength, without enough strength, it is impossible to say such challenging words, and Ali also said that Li Xiaolong is the martial arts master he admires the most!

Ali paused and smiled calmly: "I like to come to China very much, but not in this way!"

Wang Zifan showed a remorseful expression: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that my subordinates would invite you in this deceptive way!"

Ali was stunned: "But he said it was your idea!"

Wang Zifan shook his head and said angrily: "No! No! This is slander! This bald head is the best liar, I will fire him when I go back!"

Ali smiled: "I'm sorry, I misunderstood you, it's nice to meet you, but I'm going back to the United States!"

This is an honest man! Wang Zifan sighed, it seems that the brain that is good at boxing is not very bright, this time it is a good fool, brewing for a while, and sincerely revealed: "In addition to doing business, I also like to show people's face, Mr. Ali, from your face, although you are strong and powerful, but your health is worrying!"

Ali's face changed, and he pretended not to care: "It's nothing, it's all the fault of the game, which is a normal thing for professional fighters!"

Wang Zifan shook his head, thinking to himself, Lao Tzu can still fool you, and said heavily: "If my guess is right, you have Parkinson's disease!"

Syllable!

With a crisp sound, the coffee cup in Ali's hand fell and fell into pieces, the shocked expression on his face lingered for a long time, and the horror in his heart could not be expressed in words, this disease even the doctor did not know, because he had not gone to the hospital for diagnosis, and it was only after collecting Parkinson's disease information in private that he had never told anyone, how did a Chinese person who was far away in Hong Kong know?

"You...... Who are you?"

"I am a messenger sent by Heaven to help you!"

Wang Zifan casually flickered a sentence, in Ali's ears as if he had heard the gospel, Wang Zifan's mouth said that God is just a common saying, but in Ali's understanding, Wang Zifan is a waiter sent by the Islamic Lord Muhammad to help him, he believes in Islam, immediately showed a shocked expression, leaked a suspicious look, and thought of Wang Zifan at a glance to see his hidden secrets, and believed a little.

"Believer Ali, listen to your instructions!"

I'll go, what's the situation? Now it's Wang Zifan's turn to be dumbfounded, and he said quietly: "Very good!"

Ali is looking forward to it, Parkinson's disease is becoming more and more obvious, and he has even made the most pessimistic plan, choosing the opportunity to announce his retirement, and if the Chinese on the other side can really cure his illness, wouldn't it be his prophet.

Wang Zifan thought to himself, this is just right, and said seriously: "Mr. Ali, I think you already know the purpose of my invitation to Hong Kong!"

Ali nodded, frowned, and said, "But I can only box, not make movies?"

"It doesn't matter, I'll arrange for professional guidance!" Wang Zifan introduced his filming experience, and when he saw the boxing champion Ali, he still shook his head, thinking that this Ali is not hopelessly stupid, he didn't listen to the words of the Islamic 'prophet', either a fake letter or a benefit, a fake letter is unlikely, that is, it is a benefit, his heart moved, and added: "Your illness is not a big deal, stay in Hong Kong, I will teach you a few exercises that can relieve your pain!"

Ali hesitated for a moment and hesitated: "But I promised my wife to go back to the United States!"

Wang Zifan immediately turned his face ruthlessly, shrugged his shoulders and said: "Then there is no way, if your disease is not cured, it will soon affect your whole body, and when the time comes, you can't even hold your fists steadily, how can you beat people?"

Ali wondered, "How many days?"

"If it goes well, it will be enough for half a month!" Wang Zifan thought to himself, the original plan was for a week, but now that you have taken advantage of your shortcomings, the time will naturally be extended a little.

Although Ali had a difficult face, he still nodded, he is only in his thirties now, if he is cured, he can fight for another twenty years, half a month for twenty years, no matter how you look at it, even if it is fake, it is not too late to find Wang Zifan to settle accounts when the time comes!

Wang Zifan was very satisfied, took out the contract that had been prepared a long time ago, crossed out the salary, and said with a smile: "Your salary is used as the cost of treatment, if you are not satisfied with the results, you can also punch me like beating that bald head!"

Ali laughed and picked up his pen to sign.

Wang Zifan thought to himself, I'm afraid that you won't find me when the time comes!

(To be continued.) )