At the last big stomach king competition in Las Vegas, he found Zhou Ping, but the other party didn't seem to have any interest in fame and rejected him outright.

Martin didn't dwell on it either.

After all, every year in the United States, big stomach competitions are held in cities on all continents, and there is no shortage of Zhou Ping, a guy with a big stomach gimmick.

He really didn't expect to meet Zhou Ping again here.

Zhou Ping glanced at the other party, frowned and said, "Are you the professional agent named Martin?"

Martin didn't expect Zhou Ping to recognize himself and call out his name, so he nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, that's right, it's me, Martin, David? Martin, thank you very much for remembering me......! Can you please let go of your hand first?" hiss ......."

Zhou Ping nodded, and the moment he let go, Martin grinned.

Subconsciously looking at his arm, he gasped again.

I saw that the four finger prints on my arm turned from white to blue and then to red, and finally to purple.

"Hey, David, why are you pestering my junior sister?" Zhou Ping squinted his eyes and looked at David with burning eyes.

Before Martin could speak, Xu Yue had already hugged Zhou Ping's arm, pouted, and said angrily: "Senior brother, he is a hooligan, he just teased me!"

"Ah, no, no!" Martin immediately retorted.

Xu Yue continued: "He also said that he was a scout and wanted my contact information. I've seen a lot of this kind of routine, that is, in the name of talent scouting, I want to subtly rule others!"

When Zhou Ping heard Xu Yue's words, his face sank, and he looked at the other party with unkind eyes, waiting for his answer.

Martin looked aggrieved and hurriedly explained: "Mr. Zhou, we have met, I am really a talent scout, this beauty can say that I want to uncover him, but I can't uncover you......"

Hearing this, Zhou Ping suddenly laughed.

Of course he knew that Xu Yue was naughty, and his English was originally spoken to Martin.

And he deliberately cooperated with this little girl just now, and teased Martin by the way.

It's a pity that Martin seems to lack the sense of humor that foreigners are good at, and when he saw Zhou Ping suddenly laughing, he was even more overwhelmed.

He wanted to continue to say something, but Zhou Ping didn't give him a chance to speak at all, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you better hurry up, my junior sister really wants to be a star, and it won't be your turn to be a star!"

If it were someone else, Zhou Ping might really think that the guy in front of him was deceiving the little girl in the name of a talent scout.

After all, there are too many such things inside and outside the country (at home), and I don't know how many ignorant girls who fantasize about becoming famous overnight have been submerged (sold) by these guys.

However, he happened to know this Martin, so he didn't have to worry about it.

Of course, Zhou Ping didn't want him to disturb the two-person world between himself and Xu Yue, so he didn't want to have more contact.

But just as Zhou Ping was about to leave with Xu Yue, he found that Martin had no intention of leaving, but stared at him with a strange look in his eyes.

Frowning slightly, Zhou Ping muttered secretly: This guy shouldn't be embarrassed, right?

Thinking of this, Zhou Ping shook his chest muscles and raised his fist, ready to scare Martin and tell him to get out of here.

"What's the matter, aren't you convinced?"

Martin hurriedly said, "It's great, I'm so convinced!"

As he spoke, he let out a sigh of admiration.

The glowing eyes stared at the well-proportioned and strong two-pack pectoral muscles on Zhou Ping's chest, and then quickly moved down, and landed on the well-defined and eye-catching eight-pack abs.

In the end, he looked Zhou Ping up and down with an appreciative gaze, and did not let go from head to toe.

The body shape is perfect, neither fat nor thin, and there is no muscle deformation caused by excessive pursuit of physique......

"Beautiful, just beautiful, just perfect!"

Finding that the guy in front of him was looking at himself with bright eyes and muttering, Zhou Ping always felt a little weird.

This guy can't be insane, right?

Zhou Ping frowned, waved his fist and said, "Hey, what do you want to say?"

Xu Yue next to her leaned into Zhou Ping's ear and said with a disgusted expression: "Senior brother, this guy shouldn't be gay, he has taken a fancy to you, right?"

, what are you talking about!

Zhou Ping was obviously stunned, and then suddenly felt a chill.

But listening to Xu Yue say this, and looking at Martin's eyes, it really looks a bit like ......

This guy can't be a pervert who eats both men and women, right?

Shet, that's worse than a nervous disorder.

"Hey, have you seen enough, believe it or not, I'm blinding you?" Zhou Ping stretched out two fingers and nodded in the void, and said in an unkind tone.

Martin suddenly came back to his senses and said with a respectful face, "Look...... Enough is enough, Mr. Schwarzenegger!"

Zhou Ping was a little strange: "What? What do you call me?"

Martin hurriedly covered his mouth, adjusted his mood, and explained: "I'm sorry, a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue! Mr. Zhou, your body is so perfect, it is comparable to our national male god Mr. Schwarzenegger!"

Martin really didn't mean to flatter Zhou Ping when he said this.

After repeated time restarts, coupled with his training in boxing and fighting, Zhou Ping's figure is indeed fantastic, perfect to the point that he only needs this body to make his debut directly!

Looking at his face again, it actually only meets the public standard, and it is not even too in line with Western aesthetics.

But if you look at it together with that perfect body, this angular face is full of all Westerners' imagination of handsome Oriental guys.

"Perfect!" Martin couldn't help but spit out another word, and then met Zhou Ping's suspicious look.

"Mr. Zhou, can you take the liberty of asking, how do you maintain such a perfect figure when you usually eat so much?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhou Ping said lightly: "Born with a good figure, you don't need to deliberately exercise, just play free fighting." ”

Martin's eyes widened and he said excitedly, "What! You can even fight freely, Chinese kung fu?" nunchucks?"

As he spoke, he also gestured to make a Bruce Lee signature move.

"Uh...... It's just ordinary free fighting, it's not so exaggerated!" Zhou Ping felt that although he was quite capable of fighting, there should still be a lot of gap between him and Bruce Lee.

Martin slapped his face: "OK, that's enough!"

Zhou Ping rolled his eyes, what is enough?

This man must be really insane!

"Xu Yue, let's go!" Zhou Ping pulled Xu Yue over, ready to turn around and leave.

Martin hurriedly chased after him, stopped in front of Zhou Ping, and said with an eager face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhou, I think you can carefully consider my suggestion, don't you want to make your debut and become famous?"

"I'm not interested!" When he spoke, Zhou Ping's footsteps did not stop, and he sped up a few points.