I don't have a system but I have a hammer

"Hello, Mr. Taqi..."

[Perhaps the person in charge of the preliminary round knew the false name I claimed, so as soon as the man in the hat entered the waiting room, he called me by my name affectionately...]

"To be honest, I am an agent for three of the five major events, namely King of Kitchen, Death Battle, and Knowledge Competition. I also have the latest event information and contestant information. It is precisely because of this I have superior channels and resources, so I was given the special permission by the person in charge of the preliminary test to meet with you first. Oh, this is my introduction card. I heard you just said that you seem to be interested in the death match, right? "

"Um…"

[According to the memory of the seven-foot tall man, I know that the so-called introduction card is actually no different from the Earth’s business card, so I just took it and glanced at it, then stretched out my hand to signal the man in the hat to sit down, and chose to get straight to the point...]

"I know that event agents like you not only have a large amount of channel resources, but also have a pair of eyes that can discover potential seeds. They can even directly determine the champion seedlings in the preliminary audition and audition, so you can Come to me before other agents, no matter how you say it, you have given me enough face, well... let's do it..."

[I pointed to the long queue of agents outside the waiting room, smiled and nodded...]

"Do me a favor..."

"Oh ~ no problem, no problem..."

[I don’t know if this guy might have misunderstood. Before I could say what I wanted to do to help him, he stood up with a flattered look on his face and walked toward the door with a smile while talking to himself inexplicably. if…】

"I really didn't expect that I would be so lucky. You chose me right away. OK, OK, OK. I will let the other agents go. I will never let them get in your way. The commission is easy to discuss. I will only take the money." Five percent, you..."

"Who said I was going to let them go?"

[When he heard this, the man in the hat was stunned. His cheerful pace suddenly froze in place. My next words made his expression change slightly...]

"You go out and give me a message. Just say that when I choose an agent, I don't look at commissions or event resources. No matter how big your financial background is, I only look at one thing. Who can win consecutive championships for me?" The one with the most deathmatch arrangements will be my event manager..."

"That...is like this..."

[Perhaps my request was too abrupt. The man in the hat had already retracted his hand that was about to open the door and sat in front of me again. However, there was a faint hint of contempt flashing across his face that was still wearing a polite smile. , as if I am some ambitious person...]

"Maybe it's your first time to enter Central City, so you don't know much about the rules or procedures of the death match. Normally, you must first pass the audition before you can be qualified to enter the death match. , of course, I know that you must have this ability, so I will sign a cooperation agreement with you in advance before the audition..."

"But even if you pass the audition and are qualified to participate in the death match, it does not mean that you can directly fight against the most powerful death match. Even the best event agent does not have this ability for you. Make arrangements..."

"The reasons are mainly from three aspects. First, everyone knows the benefits of becoming famous in one battle. They also know that the fastest way to become famous is to challenge the most powerful players in the death arena. So to put it bluntly, you know that everyone How many death fighters are there who want to find an agent to arrange high-end competitions for themselves? Some of them even spend huge amounts of Zuonan coins just to become the object of public attention after passing one competition. Unfortunately, this kind of competition has always been a problem. There’s a price but no market…”

"On the other hand, you are a complete newcomer to the deathmatch arena. Without being familiar with the rules of the arena and the habits of the referee team, you rashly fight against a deathmatcher of a higher rank than yourself. Let's not talk about it for now. Will he die on the field? It is very likely that he will be directly judged to have failed before playing for a few minutes. Each game is arranged by the agents of both parties and spends a lot of manpower, material resources and time, so once it occurs This result is a huge loss for you and me, and this is a common mistake many newcomers make..."

"Finally, and most importantly, as a professional event agent, I not only have to consider the career length of a fighter, but also consider the risks for the sponsor behind me. If I come up, I will arrange it for you. You participated in a high-end match, and you unfortunately died in a death match. The outside world will not say that you are not overestimating your own abilities. They will only think that I, as an agent, are very unprofessional. Once your reputation is bad, how can there be any death match? Are you willing to sign a contract with me?"

"You may not know that all event agents rely on death fighters for their livelihood. If you don't have a good death fighter contract, you can only sign some bad fighters with no highlights, but bad fighters A match between bad guys and bad guys won’t attract any spectators and won’t sell any tickets, so are the sponsors still willing to provide me with good event resources?”

[After speaking, he pointed helplessly at the major agents who were waiting anxiously outside the door, and curled his lips...]

"Not to mention letting me enter the preliminary test venue in advance and select champion seeds like you before all the tournament agents. So it's not that I don't want to arrange it for you, or that I don't want to send a message to you, but the condition you mentioned, Not to mention me, I’m afraid no agent outside the door can do it. After all, this is about professional reputation..."

"Understood…"

[Since the seven-foot-old man didn’t have much information about death matches in his memory, after hearing the hat man’s explanation, I realized that I had indeed acted too hastily, so I could only...]

"Then let me try another way. How many death matches do I have to win before you can arrange a consecutive championship challenge for me..."

"Huh~ It seems you haven't understood what I said..."

[Seeing that I was so unreasonable, the man in the hat's face suddenly darkened a lot, but after all, his professionalism was there, so he continued to explain patiently...]

"Whether it's me or an outside agent, as long as you sign a contract, you must play at least 15 games. During this period, we can guarantee that you will not die, but at the same time, you cannot kill other players. , This will be conducive to our cooperation with the event organizer..."

[As he spoke, he took out a white-blue cigarette from his pocket. Without asking me if I wanted to smoke, he lit it with a fire and blew out a long blue smoke ring...]

"After 15 games, you are almost familiar with the rules of the competition. At the same time, the organizer's referee team also has a rough assessment of you. Then the next thing will be easy to operate. Whether you want to win three consecutive championships, , he is also a death fighter who has won five consecutive championships. As long as you spend a few more Zuonan coins, I can arrange it for you, even some who have retired..."

"Fake games to hype, real games to gamble..."

[Facing the man in the hat's suddenly frozen gaze, I casually mentioned two insider terms for underground boxing events that are common on earth...]

"The reason why you only ask me for a 15% agent commission is because you have already made a lot of money from the ticket money for the first 15 games, let alone the later sponsorships. But if I guess If you're right, I won't be able to compete in high-end matches until I die, because in the th fake match, you will arrange for a super heavyweight player to fight me, and place heavy bets on me, betting that I will lose. Even bet on my death..."

"With the preparation and momentum of the first 14 consecutive wins, all the viewers will bet on me to win. Even if they don't bet on me to win, they will definitely not bet on my death. You can imagine how high the odds of my opponent killing me will be. It’s even more difficult to imagine how many Zuonan coins you and the sponsor behind you will make from this, am I right?”

[Looking at the pale old face of the man in the hat, which was suddenly sweating violently, I sneered with amusement in my eyes...]

"Mr. Professional Agent?"