Urban wealthy son-in-law

Although he owns 80.00% of the company's shares, he is only temporarily helping Zhou Fei manage it.

Once Zhou Fei officially returns, all the equity will be transferred to the real owner of Rising Sun Group.

In front of outsiders, he is the aloof president.

But Song Qingfeng was just a younger brother in front of Zhou Fei. Without Zhou Fei, there would be no Song Qingfeng today.

Zhou Fei has always regarded him as a brother, and never regarded himself as a servant.

The grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by springs. It was Zhou Fei who made him, and he knew how to be grateful.

The funds in the prize pool were still rising, and finally stopped at 1200 million.

The boxing champion looked at the numbers in the prize pool, his face beaming with joy, he snatched the host's microphone, and said to the public: "Today's prize money, I will take 30.00% of it if I win, do you have any objections? "

Everyone fell silent suddenly, looking at the boxing champion one after another, and then there were discussions one after another.

"30.00%, isn't that equal to a loss of 7?!"

"Yeah! It's all taken from our winnings! I don't agree!"

Several thin and sloppy youths retorted.

"You guys have to think about it, this game is about giving away money, and it's already pretty good to earn a little!"

"People are not enough to swallow an elephant!"

Of course, some people disagree, and naturally some people agree, and there are not a few people who speak well for the boxing champion.

The boxing champion stared at the few people who had expressed their objections just now, and there was a murderous look in his eyes.

The sloppy youths immediately shut their mouths, and their hearts tightened even more. For the sake of profit, they dared to challenge the boxing champion?
With just one look, there was no longer any objection at the scene.

At this time, the boxing champion stood proudly on the ring, and he shouted to the audience: "I only need 3 minutes to make the weak chickens on the stage unable to resist! If it takes more than 3 minutes, I will lose! The money will be one hundred to accompany you!"

Zhou Fei's face remained calm, and he began to do warm-up exercises on his own.

There was a burst of shouting and cheering from the audience, all of them were cheering for the boxing champion.

Song Qingfeng, Ren Xiaoxue and Qin Xin'er could only look at Zhou Fei on the ring with worried faces.

The host waited for the exchange between the two to end, and asked the boxing champion, "Brother Zhao Hu...can we start?"

"Zhao Hu?" Zhou Fei was taken aback, the name seemed familiar to him.

After careful identification for a while, he remembered that Lin Miaomiao had given him a business card of a Sanda champion a few days ago, and the person on the business card was also named Zhao Hu.

He asked curiously, "Are you the Sanda champion Zhao Hu?"

The boxing champion froze for a moment and frowned.

Seeing the hesitation in the boxing champion's eyes, Zhou Fei was sure that he was the person on the business card Lin Miaomiao gave him.

Before he could ask again, boxing champion Zhao Hu had already punched him. Zhou Fei was not in a hurry to dodge this time, and his left shoulder was hit by boxing champion Zhao Hu.The strong inertia made Zhou Fei take a few steps back. If it wasn't for the guardrails, he might have fallen off the stage.

Zhao Hu, full of murderous aura, didn't seem to want to keep his hand after he hit the punch, and hit his knee again. Zhou Fei rushed to block with both hands down, and his palm was numb from the shock.

He took a step forward, dodged past boxing champion Zhao Hu, shook his numbed palms, and twisted his hit shoulder.

Zhao Hu smiled evilly and hooked his fingers at Zhou Fei: "Not bad, are you here to try?"

Zhou Fei looked calm. He knew that he was no match for this boxing champion in terms of strength alone. Even in terms of skill, he was far behind. The only thing that made him feel that he could win was that boxing champion Zhao Hu, although fierce, But not agile.

Even if the two of them were close to each other just now, as long as Zhou Fei is fully focused, Zhou Fei has the confidence to avoid Qiqibaba.

"3 minutes... Just drag it for 3 minutes..."

Zhou Fei glanced at the clock on the wall of the bar, thinking that the only way to deal with this kind of person is to delay time.

Zhao Hu hit another heavy blow just like before, but this time it was not as smooth as the first time.

Zhou Fei, who was already concentrating on it, in his opinion, boxing champion Zhao Hu's heavy blow was very slow, and it was no difficulty at all to avoid such an attack.

Boxing champion Zhao Hu refused to let go, and continued to punch Zhou Fei with punches, but after several punches in succession, they were all in vain.

This made him annoyed, and Zhao Hu roared to the sky: "Damn it! It's really abominable!!"

The whole person became very frantic, and then the attack speed became faster and more powerful.Although Zhou Fei's face was calm at this time, his body couldn't keep up.

Instead of dodging, he stretched out his hand and abruptly caught the punch from boxing champion Zhao Hu.

Zhao Hu, the champion of boxing, is really not in vain. Zhou Fei was bleeding out with this punch.

Seeing that the boxing champion Zhao Hu, who was about to win, wanted to launch an attack again, Zhou Fei said slowly, "3 minutes... it's up."

While Zhao Hu was in a daze, all the audience up and down the audience held their breath, and the host picked up the microphone in disbelief, and said weakly: "This is impossible! A brat who got into the ring by mistake actually fought with punches!" Wang Zhaohu played for 3 minutes!!!”

Qin Xin'er looked dumbfounded. She looked left at Song Qingfeng, then at Ren Xiaoxue, and asked stupidly, "We won? Manager Zhou, has he held on for 3 minutes?"

Ren Xiaoxue looked at Zhou Fei excitedly, and muttered silently: "I knew I was right. Shaojun is indeed my true son, and I knew he could win!"

Song Qingfeng also had a look of joy on his face, and he couldn't help applauding.

Qin Xin'er was a little anxious, she pulled Ren Xiaoxue wondering: "Did Manager Zhou win? Can we divide up the bets in the prize pool?"

Ren Xiaoxue glanced at Qin Xin'er impatiently: "Don't bother me!"

Then his face immediately became beaming and he cheered Zhou Fei up: "Shaojun, I knew you were the best! I love you!!! You are simply the most perfect man in the world! I must chase you!"

The fanaticism of the confession was outrageous, and almost all the audience in the stands focused their attention on Ren Xiaoxue, Song Qingfeng and the others.

Zhou Fei on the stage told him that the time was up for 3 minutes, but the boxing champion Zhao Hu was full of unwillingness.

He gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to say something, but held back alive.

In the end, thousands of words and all kinds of unwillingness turned into a sigh.

Zhao Hu shook his head, walked down the ring in a daze, and took off the gold-plated belt around his waist while walking.Although the belt is worthless, it symbolizes the honor of a boxer.

Zhao Hu, who lost his belt, seemed to never regain the feeling of being an underground boxing champion.He looked back at Zhou Fei, took a serious look, finally lowered his head, and muttered to himself: "I actually lost..."

With the departure of boxing champion Zhao Hu, the field became noisy again. When the host announced that the winner of today's bet was Song Qingfeng and others, in the VIP room of the bar, the two men who had been watching all snuffed out Cigarette in hand.

They waved their hands and said to the servants beside them: "Go, tell the second child, these people can go out with money, but if they want to lose a leg, they want to ruin my position? I'm afraid I really don't know the heights of heaven and earth."

"Yes, boss, I'll do it now."

The servant in the VIP room backed out of the room with a bowed waist and very respectful.