When they arrived at the FS City Stadium, the two went to the front desk and told them the purpose of their trip.

The little girl at the front desk made a call, and soon someone came to take them to Yu Hongjian's room.

Knocking on the wooden door with his knuckles, he pushed it open and entered.

"Are you Manager Yu? Hello, hello, this is Huo Yunting, and I am his agent Zhang Debang."

Listening to Zhang Debang's introduction, Yu Hongjian was slightly startled. Is there an agent?

When I think about Huo Yunting being an artist of Huayi Brothers, I feel normal.

"Mr. Zhang, Master Huo, I have finally come to you." Yu Hongjian shook hands with enthusiasm and asked them to sit down.

His face is long and thin, his hairline is slightly set back, and his eyes are shining.

He was very enthusiastic, but didn't talk nonsense. He just introduced the topic directly with a few polite words.

After signing the contract, Yu Hongjian took the two of them around the gymnasium and explained it.

Foshan Gymnasium was built in 1985 and is also an old building.

In April, a new Lingnan Pearl Gymnasium was built on Jihua 5th Road, Chancheng District, but it was to prepare for the 2006 Provincial Games. They could not use it and had no chance to use it.

As for the old Foshan Stadium, it has a total of 4,500 seats, divided into two main venues and auxiliary venues... These have little to do with Huo Yunting. He just needs to remember where to play and who to play.

Yu Hongjian took him to the training ground. As soon as he entered, he heard rapid banging sounds.

The training ground is vast and empty, with endless echoes.

"Master Huo, let me introduce to you, this is Wang Xuyong, the little overlord of Foshan."

A burly man with short hair, wearing only big pants and a boxing glove, struck a punching bag continuously.

"Wang Xuyong, let me introduce you. This is Ren Qiu Chuanwu Huo Yunting, Master Huo."

The two shook hands and were considered acquainted.

Then Wang Xuyong buried his head in the sandbag and continued to hit hard.

"Master Huo, the training facilities in our gymnasium are complete. If you want to practice here, or go back to Peking, it's up to you."

The tentative time for the Sino-Japanese martial arts competition is to start on June 26th. There is still more than a month left, so there is no rush.

The five contestants have been decided. Currently, only Wang Xuyong from his hometown of Foshan remains in the Foshan Gym. The other three contestants each have their own practice areas.

Huo Yunting thought for a while and said, "Manager Yu, I'll stay here. I won't make another trip. Brother Yong and I will keep you company."

There is no need to go back to Peiping, and it is troublesome to travel back and forth.

"Ah? Keep me company?" Wang Xuxu stopped punching his arm, froze for a moment, and scratched his head.

Yu Hongjian nodded, "Master Huo, you can make up your own mind. If you plan to live in the gymnasium, I will ask someone to make a room for you later."

"Then it will be a problem for the manager."

In the evening, the deputy library vacated two rooms for him and Zhang Debang.

"I said, Lao Zhang, you have been gone for more than a month, and your wife and children are left at home. How can you feel relieved?" Huo Yunting asked curiously during dinner.

"It's good to make money." Zhang Debang said lightly, but he was quite open-minded.

After staying in the gym for more than half a month, another player arrived in early June. It was Liu Hailong, the soaring cannon.

He has a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and is a head shorter than Huo Yunting.

"Hello, are you Renqiu Chuanwu?"

Liu Hailong packed up his things and entered the training ground. Ignoring Wang Xuyong who was sweating beside him, he went straight to Huo Yunting and extended his hand.

"Yes. It's me." Huo Yunting's tone was serious and he looked at Liu Hailong with a serious face.

"You? Are you really that powerful?"

"Then you come and try?"

After a few words, a sense of tension spread.

Wang Xuyong on the side looked slightly confused.

He was a Sanda practitioner, so he wasn't too touched by the name Chuan Wu, and he didn't understand it either.

"Haha! Master Huo, let's compete again after we finish beating the Japanese."

After laughing twice, Liu Hailong suddenly became serious, clasping his fists with both hands, "Cai Li Fo Fist, Liu Hailong."

After that, I put on my boxing gloves and found a sandbag to practice on my own.

When he left, Zhang Debang came over and whispered, "This person is also from Yantai, Shandong, and he is from the same place as the two old men."

In the past few months of training at Huayi, he focused on understanding how good Huo Yunting can be.

The deeds I learned about: Zhao Zhiling and Yu Chenghui both won.

Well, this is specifically for those over sixty.

He curled his lips in his heart and beat two sixty-year-old old men, he would have done it instead.

By mid-June, Baoligao and Qingele had arrived.

Yu Hongjian also appropriately announced the list of contestants.

When the list came out, there was an uproar.

Baoli Gao, Liu Hailong, Wang Xuyong, they all have achievements. Netizens who invited them to participate in the competition basically accepted them.

But who are Huo Yunting and Qinggele? I have never heard of them.

Especially Huo Yunting, whose name is terrifying.

Ren Qiu Chuanwu?

"Doesn't he know the meaning of the word Chuanwu?"

"Maybe he is really capable, right?"

"I have been practicing Bajiquan for more than ten years, but Huo Yunting's body type cannot handle three of my punches."

There was a lot of noise on the Internet, with people curious, questioning, and believing.

No matter what netizens say, it is certain that Huo Yunting will participate in the China-Japan competition.

Wang Jinghua took this opportunity to sell a lot of hot searches, overtly and secretly outputting the three words Huo Yunting - black and red are also red.

These days, traffic is no less important than strength.

Zhang Debang didn't say anything about these doubts, but Huo Yunting himself didn't know much about it. He concentrated on practicing martial arts every day. After all, he didn't watch the news much.

On June 26, in the Foshan Stadium in Guangzhou, the China-Japan match officially began.

This is a Sino-Japanese competition, a matter of dignity. Coupled with Yu Hongjian's good publicity, the 1,210 tickets were sold out as early as the first day of sale.

There were two hundred and one tickets, but scalpers sold them to four hundred and one tickets on the night they went on sale.

Huo Yunting and the five others followed the etiquette lady and walked towards the ring. The lights in the venue were flashing, people were surging, and countless machines were set up in all directions.

The coach and five team members, a total of 11 people from both sides, stood on the stage together.

The Chinese team wore white training uniforms with the national flag on their chests. The Japanese team was similar, but wore a black belt around their waists.

The off-site host spoke out a long opening speech in a cadence.

Huo Yunting didn't listen to a word. He looked at the thousands of eyes around him and felt a little nervous.

After the Japanese side finished performing the opening ceremony: punching the wooden board, the host announced loudly, "...Then I announce that on June 26, 2004, the China-Japan competition will officially begin!"

Accompanied by the roar of landslides and earth-shattering, Huo Yunting understood that it was time for him to play. He was the starter.

"Kid, hold still."

"come on."

"When I win, I'll treat you to a drink."

"Must win!"

After high-fiving his teammates one after another, Huo Yunting put on his mouth guard and boxing gloves and went on stage.

His opponent is the runner-up of the Central Karate Tournament, Mingjo Yuji.

Huo Yunting clasped his fists, as if he had known each other.

Mingjo Yuji suddenly smiled and said something in a gibbering tone. Huo Yunting didn't understand Japanese.

Looking at the host with a black bow, "What did he say?"

The host hesitated and said, "He said...children shouldn't come to play in a place like this. You can go back to where you came from."

Huo Yunting grinned and smiled.
Chapter completed!