Chapter 59: Chapter 57 Strength System The coaching session ended.
Zheng Haokang was changing his close-fitting clothes and trousers in the dressing room specially cleared out by the club.
At this moment, a somewhat effeminate middle-aged man pushed the door open and entered, talking non-stop.
"Haokang, have you really decided to retire next year and enter the entertainment industry?"
"Didn’t you see how enthusiastic everyone was about you today? The appearance fee is nothing compared to a fraction of the registration fee..."
Glancing back at the chattering talent agent, Zheng Haokang did not respond to him.
The agent continued to prattle on:
"I think it’s such a pity, you are at the prime of your youth and strength, you should be fighting hard..."
"What’s there to regret?"
Zheng Haokang put on a tight shirt and interrupted him:
"What’s the difference between boxing on the stage and boxing in movies? Both are performances for the audience, for entertainment. Isn’t it fine as long as there’s money to be made?"
Hearing this, the agent was momentarily stunned and couldn’t help but nod:
"It seems to make some sense."
"Don’t let this news out for now."
Zheng Haokang faced the mirror of the vanity table and adjusted his hairstyle.
"I’ll announce it to the public after I win the title defense challenge match. It’s guaranteed to be explosive news and make the front page of newspapers."
Hearing this, the agent’s face, which had been pained, finally showed a hint of happiness.
"Haokang, you always think on your feet. It seems my worries were unnecessary..."
Indeed, Zheng Haokang is the newly crowned Boxing King, the champion of the KFC World Fighting Tournament.
But in this entertainment-driven, mundane world, no matter how famous a Boxing King is, in terms of commercial value, he’s really only comparable to a second-tier celebrity.
If he could use his current fame to successfully break into the entertainment industry and produce a high-grossing Kung Fu movie, that would be a different story.
The combined effect of the two would attract capital enthusiasm, and there’s definitely a possibility of rising to the top as an action superstar.
Looking at Zheng Haokang’s handsome appearance and muscular body, the agent couldn’t help but have stars in his eyes, lost in fanciful thoughts.
Zheng Haokang got dressed and asked offhandedly:
"Where’s Xiang?"
"He’s waiting in the parking lot."
"You go out with him in one car first, lead the reporters away."
Before leaving, Zheng Haokang instructed: "I’m going to Jenny’s place tonight, it’s not good to be followed by paparazzi."
"Uh, okay."
The agent nodded in agreement.
He knew that Jenny was the third-tier celebrity that the newly crowned Boxing King had just charmed.
The two walked out of the club venue.
There were still many fans and reporters outside, shouting:
"Zheng Haokang, Zheng Haokang, I love you!"
"Zheng Haokang, look over here..."
Click click click—
The reporters raised their cameras and jockeyed to hand over microphones, asking various questions about scandals.
Zheng Haokang, wearing sunglasses and a faint smile, waved his hand in a gesture.
Several bodyguards surrounded him, shouting, "Make way, please."
They shielded him through the crowd and took the elevator down.
.........
Wantong Mall, underground parking lot.
The cold-toned daylight lamps were sparsely lit, casting a somewhat dim light.
Zheng Haokang stood in front of the security passage door, smoking a cigarette.
He faintly heard the noise at the exit die down, so he stepped towards the spare off-road vehicle parked nearby.
He walked up to the car, took out his keys, ready to unlock the door when—
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure standing not far away, by a pillar.
Zheng Haokang didn’t pay attention and continued to open the door, ready to get in.
But then he heard the sound of hurried footsteps that were getting closer and faster.
He immediately looked up.