Qin Zhengyang returned to his rented place, he put the bicycle in the public carport, went upstairs, and entered the room. He threw his schoolbag on the sofa and went into the bathroom, ready to wash up, and then began to cultivate.

While he was washing his face, he suddenly heard a knock on the door, he wiped his face hastily, opened the door, and found several people standing outside the door. "Who are you looking for?"

"We're looking for you." The man standing in the middle said, his Imperial words were not standard, with a stiff astringency.

"I don't know you, I'm not interested in talking to you."

Qin Zhengyang was about to close the door as he spoke, and a big hand reached over to block Qin Zhengyang.

"Qin Zhengyang, I think we should still have a good talk, it's good for you and all of us." The man who just spoke was humane.

Qin Zhengyang thought for a while, got out of the way, tilted his head, and signaled, "Okay, you can come in." ”

Several mermaids outside the door rushed in, several of them were very tall, all men, except for one who was a yellow person like Qin Zhengyang, the others were either black or white, especially those two black people, all of them had big shoulders and round waists, and their arms were thicker than Qin Zhengyang's thighs.

"Qin Zhengyang, let me introduce you, this is Will, a very famous sports agent in the world? Mr. Smith, I'm Will? Peter Wong, an assistant to Mr. Smith. The yellow man introduced.

Qin Zhengyang nodded and asked, "Say, what are you looking for me?" ”

"Quite simply, we would like to invite you to join our team. Maybe you don't know that in the Imperial Capital International Marathon, Paul competed with you? Terr, Fenning? Gart and other world-class marathon stars are all signed athletes by Mr. Smith. Before signing a contract with Mr. Smith, they were all poor boys, who had a meal but did not have a meal, and after signing a contract with Mr. Smith, they all became world-class celebrities, with a lot of dollars in their accounts every year, luxury cars in and out, supermodels who slept in them, yachts at sea, and luxury houses. That Peter Huang chattered endlessly, rhyming in tune, and he could go to cross talk.

Qin Zhengyang listened quietly.

Peter Huang continued: "Qin Zhengyang, you kid is lucky, Mr. Smith has taken a fancy to you, and plans to spend a lot of effort to train you, make you a new generation of marathon emperor, and let you blow a new whirlwind on the track and field fields all over the world, you just wait for a lot of money." Come, come, hurry up and sign this contract, sign it, and you will be developed. ”

Will? Smith gave a large, round-waisted black man, who took out a contract from his briefcase—all in English, not a single Chinese character—and handed it to Qin Zhengyang, along with a pen. The black man tapped the blank space of the contract with his thick fingers, glared at Qin Zhengyang viciously, and motioned for him to sign there.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in joining your team." Qin Zhengyang directly refused.

Peter Huang sneered and said, "Qin Zhengyang, it is your honor that Mr. Smith has taken a fancy to you, we will not allow a genius like you to be buried in the people, you are destined to shock the world under the leadership of Mr. Smith." Today, you can't be allowed to refuse, you have to sign it, and you have to sign it if you don't sign it. ”

Qin Zhengyang smiled faintly and said, "You don't want me to sign a contract, but you want to force me to sell myself." Hmph, I'm going to see how you forced me to sign today. ”

Will? Smith took out a cigar, he tore off a bit of the cigar cap with his hand, then took out his lighter and lit it, took a hard puff, and then he gave the two negroes a look together.

One of the negroes came out, and when he saw a wooden chair with a backrest in the room, he walked over, shouted, and kicked out. With a bang, the sturdy solid wood chair made him kick to pieces.

The other negro picked up another chair, a chair made mainly of thumb-thick iron tubing, and twisted it with his hand, with a very uncomfortable screeching sound, which twisted him into twists.

"Qin Zhengyang, this is our sincerity." Peter Huang said with a condescending flavor, "These two are retired special forces from the United States Marine Corps, they are amazingly skilled, they have caught forest snakes in the rainforest of the Amazon, and crocodiles in the Nile River in Egypt, they are the hard cornerstones to ensure the personal safety of Mr. Smith and the athletes signed by him, and I believe that you are also willing to take their shelter instead of standing against them." ”

Qin Zhengyang smiled and said, "Threaten me? They don't have enough portions. ”

Will? Smith's color changed slightly, his identity is indeed a sports agent, but he is different from other sports agents in that most of the contracted athletes he has recruited are controlled by violent means. Through violent coercion, he recruited many extremely good athletes around the world, and then used violence to force them to sign contracts that were extremely unfavorable to the athletes themselves, so as to grab huge fortunes.

At the Imperial Capital International Marathon, Will? Smith was also present, and after discovering that Qin Zhengyang had created an unprecedented history, he knew that Qin Zhengyang could become a cash cow that brought him unimaginable wealth, and he began to mobilize forces from all sides to investigate Qin Zhengyang almost before the Imperial Capital International Marathon ended.

It's a pity that the intelligence network he used to arrange in the empire was not very deep, so it took two days to find out the details of Qin Zhengyang, and then he quickly took people to Qingyang City, ready to coerce Qin Zhengyang to sign a contract.

Sports agents are a very competitive business, Will? Smith wants to sign Qin Zhengyang before other sports agents. With the contract in hand, he has a way to force Qin Zhengyang to comply. Even if Qin Zhengyang goes to the court to file a complaint, he can prepare a huge team of lawyers to fight a lawsuit against Qin Zhengyang, and when Qin Zhengyang is exhausted, he still has to be obediently at his mercy.

That's when Will? Smith's phone rang, and he took it out to see that it was another sports agent calling, one of his competitors, who had also signed Qin Zhengyang in front of him.

Will? Smith's heart tightened, and the matter could not drag on any longer, so he hung up the phone, turned off his mobile phone again, and then he gave the two black men a look and told them to do something.

The two black men were instructed, flanked left and right, and rushed towards Qin Zhengyang, they planned to restrain Qin Zhengyang, grab Qin Zhengyang's hand and let him sign and press his handprint, as long as they got the contract, they would not be at the mercy of Qin Zhengyang.

The two black men were very close to Qin Zhengyang, Qin Zhengyang seemed to have no way to hide, there was no way to avoid it, and he was about to fall into the clutches of the two black men.

The two blacks screamed and flew out upside down at about the same time. They both felt like they had been hit by a mad bull, and they both had several broken ribs in their chests.

Qin Zhengyang smiled and walked towards Peter Huang.

Peter Huang's cold sweat flowed down, and his voice trembled. "Qin Zhengyang, you ...... What do you want? You are too bold, you dare to hurt international friends, you are sabotaging the diplomatic relations between the empire and the United States, and I want to protest to the foreign affairs department of the empire. ”

Qin Zhengyang picked up his big hand and slapped Peter Huang hard, this slap was crisp and pleasant, and half of Peter Huang's face was swollen. Smack, Qin Zhengyang turned his hand and swollen Peter Huang's other face.

Peter's yellow powder is oily, and the faces on both sides feel very good, Qin Zhengyang suddenly aroused the addiction of beating people, and slapped Peter Huang seven or eight times one after another without stopping, not only slapping Peter Huang's face into peaches, but also pulling out several of Peter Huang's teeth, and even if the remaining teeth didn't fall out, they were all shaking.

Just when Qin Zhengyang was enjoying himself, the two black men who were hit by him got up from the ground, they endured the pain and pulled out their weapons, not daggers, one was a baton, and the other was a T-shaped crutch, all of which were ruthless weapons that beat people very fiercely, but would not leave wounds on people.

The two rushed towards Qin Zhengyang one after the other, one was on the side to attract Qin Zhengyang's attention, and the other was fiercely pumping towards Qin Zhengyang's back.

Qin Zhengyang's back seemed to have eyes, and when the baton was about to hit his back, he shrank down, his feet retreated, and he walked around the black man behind him, dodging his attack.

The black man couldn't hold back, and a baton struck Peter Huang's head, and Peter's face was full of peach blossoms, his head tilted, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Qin Zhengyang reached out to the side and grabbed the T-shaped crutch in the hands of another black man. "You let go, you go."

Qin Zhengyang kicked the black man out with one kick, and then he slammed the two black men with a T-shaped crutch and no head, and in the blink of an eye, the two black ghosts were lying on the ground without moving.

Will? Smith was frightened by this scene, he originally wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but he couldn't avoid Qin Zhengyang's eyes. Smith came and directly put Will? Smith fell to the ground.

After knocking down the two black bodyguards, Qin Zhengyang gently tapped his palm with a T-shaped crutch while holding it, and with a warm smile on his face, he squatted on Will? Smith's side.

"Mr. Smith, I think we can talk about it now." Qin Zhengyang's voice was very soft, as if it was a lover's whisper, but it fell on Will? In Smith's ears, he was like a demon.