Chapter 159: Grand Vision (Please Subscribe)

"Feng Ge, you've really screwed me over this time!"

Wu Feng had just returned to the Shanghai Street Tuodi when he was blocked by Guanzaisen, who was bruised and swollen, walking with a limp.

This guy had no shame; he was one step away from hugging Wu Feng's thighs and wailing about his misfortune, occasionally revealing his battered head to shake it about.

It was as if the severe beating he suffered was entirely Wu Feng's responsibility.

Was he kidding? Wu Feng didn't want to be extorted.

"I'm telling you, Brother Sen, that's enough!"

Wu Feng instinctively stepped back a few paces and said irritably, "They're just superficial wounds, don't act like you're about to kick the bucket. Isn't that bad luck?"

As he spoke, he turned his head to instruct a nearby Underling: "Go, get Brother Sen some ointment and medicinal oil!"

He turned back to Guanzaisen and said, "This is good stuff developed by an old traditional Chinese doctor I hired at a high price. It's very effective for dissolving blood stasis and soothing muscles and bones!"

"Then I won't stand on ceremony!"

Guanzaisen really didn't stand on ceremony, taking the good stuff handed over by Wu Feng's Underling.

They were a few small porcelain bottles, the kind without any labels, yet he knew exactly what they were for.

In fact, although he had encountered He Yong of the Eastern Star, it was impossible for the other party to really go for the kill.

Not to mention that the contestants themselves had protection, and it was a live television broadcast; they definitely had to hold back when they were supposed to.

That was why Wu Feng said that although Guanzaisen's injuries looked quite serious, most of them were actually just superficial wounds.

"Feng Ge, you dragged me into participating in the 'Infinite Fighting Tournament', but why did you arrange for me to face He Yong of the Eastern Star so early? Wasn't that a waste of effort?"

Only then did Guanzaisen become normal, saying gloomily, "That guy's punches and kicks are really too heavy!"

He was an old bird in the underworld; how could he not know the tricks behind arranging the contestants?

"No choice, during the preliminary rounds, the show needs a bit of a highlight!"

Wu Feng said with a smile, "It just so happens that you are a Red Pole of Wo Shing, and He Yong is a Red Pole of the Eastern Star. Doesn't that create a highlight? I believe the audience will love watching once they know your identities!"

"Isn't this just making a fool of me?"

Guanzaisen said gloomily, "My Big Brother is furious!"

"Who told you not to train hard usually!"

Wu Feng didn't indulge him and sneered, "First there was Kele, now there's He Yong; Brother Sen, you didn't last long against either. Do you want me to help you increase your training intensity?"

"That won't be necessary!"

Guanzaisen shivered in fear; he had witnessed Wu Feng's training intensity.

If Wu Feng wanted him to keep up, wouldn't he just train himself to death?

"Besides, you're not the only Red Pole from Wo Shing competing!"

Wu Feng said amusedly, "Da D from Tsuen Wan is still very capable of fighting, didn't he pass the preliminary rounds easily?"

"There are also Dapu Hei and Yutou Biao, both top-tier Red Pole experts of Wo Shing. It's a pity we couldn't invite them this time, otherwise your Wo Shing would still have fierce men capable of breaking into the top eight or even the top four!"

"Feng Ge, do you look down on my strength that much?"

Guanzaisen's face grew darker as he listened, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy, and he said with a wry smile, "Regardless, I contributed to the ratings; even if I have no merit, I have at least put in the hard work!"

"What, you still want some benefits?"

Wu Feng asked back with a smile, "Tell me, Brother Sen, what ideas do you have?"

"Feng Ge, don't get angry when I say this!"

Guanzaisen took precautions before saying cautiously, "My Big Brother Long Gen wants to open an outside betting pool!"

"No!"

Wu Feng flatly rejected it, his tone cold and stern: "At least for the first three editions, no large outside betting pools are allowed to appear!"

Speaking of this, his eyes were as cold as knives, and he said fiercely, "Find one, wipe it out; absolutely no leniency!"

Guanzaisen was startled and hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "My Big Brother hasn't started yet; didn't he send me over to ask for Feng Ge's opinion?"

"Better that way!"

Wu Feng's tone remained cold and hard: "The 'Infinite Fighting Tournament' has only just started. If there is outside betting interference at this time, it will be very easy to lose the popularity that was gathered with such difficulty, or even directly smash the whole thing."

"Tell your Big Brother Long Gen that after three editions, when the popularity and heat have completely stabilized, he can open an outside betting pool. I won't stop him then!"

Just kidding, once an outside betting pool appeared in the first tournament, those high-quality contestants would easily be affected.

Anything could happen, even leading directly to the total collapse of the tournament.

Once the audience spotted a problem, they wouldn't be polite to the tournament organizers and would immediately abandon the tournament.

Of course, blind prohibition was also impossible to achieve!

Profit moves people's hearts; opening an outside betting pool is almost like picking up money!

Of course, this part of the profit would be snatching food from the rice bowl of the Hung Hing Gambling Hall in Macau.

But human hearts are greedy, and the people of Hong Kong especially love to gamble; the average citizen is one thing.

But there are those guys who like to take shortcuts and want to get rich overnight; they would certainly not be satisfied with the low odds offered by the Hung Hing Macau Gambling Hall.

According to Wu Feng's intention, no matter the odds of any contestant, they would not exceed one-to-one.

This caused many big gamblers to lose the possibility of 'making big money', and outside betting pools naturally emerged; it was simply impossible to block.

Wu Feng understood this point, and he figured Guanzaisen's Big Brother Long Gen also understood this point.

But Wu Feng's thinking was different; he needed enough time to cultivate the market.

Surrounding the 'Infinite Fighting Tournament', he had many peripheral businesses to do.

The simplest thing was to sell posters of the contestants' combat power; at least while the tournament was ongoing, the sales of star contestants' combat power posters would definitely not be low.

He could also tailor a whole set of sportswear, shoes, hats, and equipment, as well as Q-version dolls, based on the star contestants' looks, figures, and temperament.

There were plenty of such things in later generations, such as sportswear printed with the star contestants' portraits or names.

There were also sneakers and socks named after star contestants, as well as small accessories like wristbands and headbands.

Wu Feng's ambition was even greater, and at the same time, his ideas were even more unrestrained.

He also wanted to find a screenwriter to produce a comic titled "The King of Fighters" based on the star contestants of the tournament.

One could use a certain star contestant as the protagonist of the story, or use the "Fighting Tournament" as a link to bring all the star contestants together.

Is there a strange sense of familiarity?

That's right, it is to build a comic or even a novel series based on the models of the future "Street Fighter" and "The King of Fighters".

Finally, it is to launch an arcade fighting game titled "The King of Fighters"!

At this time, the first "Street Fighter" game had already been released, but unfortunately, the production was too crude and it was not popular in the market, which is to say, it failed.

It wasn't until the nineties when the second "Street Fighter" burst onto the scene that this classic arcade game truly became a hit; Wu Feng wanted to exploit this time gap.

As it happens, the "The King of Fighters" game has the "Fighting Tournament" as its background, and each star contestant has their own fighting style; as long as it is slightly adapted, they can be used as one of the game's fighting characters.

For the first "The King of Fighters" game, there is no need for things like Qi; as long as the fighting is realistic and the screen resolution reaches a certain standard, it will definitely be a hit.

By then, those star contestants could easily earn millions of Hong Kong Dollars just by relying on portrait rights royalties.

If Wu Feng's plan could be fully completed, or even if only seventy or eighty percent could be completed, it would be enough to make the "Fighting Tournament" the most popular sports competition in Hong Kong every year.

Star contestants would all have very generous incomes and would have absolutely no need to get involved in outside betting or shady business.

As long as the star contestants are kept stable, it doesn't matter at all whether the other contestants participate in outside betting!

Because the strength of ordinary contestants is average, and their fame is also very average, they simply cannot stir up much trouble.

Besides, for contestants who are truly confident in themselves, it is even less likely that they would stain their reputations early on.

By that time, some societies or halls might be better off cultivating a star contestant properly; they would likely earn even more then, and it would all be legitimate money.

Wu Feng naturally would not tell others about these considerations!

Who knows, by the time the third tournament ends, the "Fighting Tournament" might already be a massive market measured in hundreds of millions of Hong Kong Dollars; who knows what the situation will be like then?

Guanzaisen had no idea that Wu Feng had thought of so much in such a short time, but he let out a long sigh of relief and said easily, "Feng Ge, as long as you have a definite answer, that's enough. What I feared was that you wouldn't have any answer at all!"

"Rest assured, I have a plan in mind for this matter!"

Wu Feng said irritably, "With the nature of Hong Kong people, how could it be possible to completely block the loopholes?"

Guanzaisen chuckled, presumably thinking the same thing in his heart.

"Alright, alright, if there's nothing else, then get lost quickly!"

Wu Feng waved his hand with a look of disgust and said unhappily, "I probably can't even eat my meal after seeing your bruised and swollen pig face; don't continue to be an eyesore here!"

Guanzaisen immediately put on a mournful face, waved his hand, and scurried away.

It is unknown whether He Yong of the Tung Sing was intentional, but in any case, Guanzaisen's appearance at this time was truly unsightly, and he might scare children if he went out at night.

However, Guanzaisen's probing also reminded Wu Feng.

He immediately called Jiang Tiansheng and asked Jiang Tiansheng to help pass a message to the other top-tier societies.

Do not set up outside betting for the first three "Fighting Tournaments", otherwise Hung Hing will absolutely not be lenient.

Since it concerned the stable income of the society's Gambling Hall in Macau, Jiang Tiansheng could not afford not to take it seriously!

Even the other Hall Masters of the society would not agree to let the benefits belonging to the society be snatched away by other societies.

By then, it is estimated that a society war would truly break out; that is not an exaggeration at all.

Even a fool knows that as long as the popularity of the "Fighting Tournament" is maintained, even if it is just the first tournament, the revenue from the Hung Hing Macau Gambling Hall will be at least tens of millions.

Compared to football, it is naturally far inferior, but this is a new source of wealth opened up by their own brothers.

In the end, isn't it the high-level members of the society who reap the benefits?

Soon, the Mong Kok Hall Master of Wo Shing, Long Gen, received the accurate information that Guanzaisen had scouted.

"Heh, I didn't expect that guy Wu Feng to be quite sensible; then it won't be too late to stir things up next year!"

Long Gen chuckled, intending to give Wu Feng this face, mainly because he didn't want to stir up trouble.

He and his Head Horse Guanzaisen were living a comfortable life and did not want any complications to appear around them.

Wu Feng was a god of wealth in their eyes, so naturally, they would not offend him easily.

In order to have fewer troubles, he even called the uncles of the society and the Hall Masters he had good relations with to give them a heads-up, ensuring Wu Feng's meaning was conveyed.

In short, it was one point: Wu Feng has done a favor for Wo Shing, so within a reasonable range, they must give him face, and everyone should not stir up trouble blindly.

(End of this chapter)