Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Lin Lang held the golden belt on his shoulders and raised his head slightly, his eyes firm and deep. He said in fluent Japanese: "As the ancients said, 'There is no constant state of war, and there is no constant shape of water.' In a fight, the size of the body and the amount of brute force are not important."

"Although Sato Masashi is a strong man, the Chinese martial arts have always been about using cleverness to defeat strength and intelligence to win. Just like the magic of Tai Chi, a little force can move a thousand pounds; like the Zen of Shaolin, the truth can be seen in a small space."

"Although there is a weight difference between me and Sato-san, I am not afraid of him. After all, the essence of fighting lies in cleverness and flexibility. I control strength with wisdom and defeat brute force with skills. Why should I be afraid of his bigger body?"

The female reporter from Tokyo TV had a gleam in her eyes, and she said with the microphone in her hand: "Lin Langjun, your confidence and understanding of Chinese martial arts are admirable."

"But Sato Masashi has a brilliant record in the K-1 ring, and his strength and attacks are extremely fierce. How do you plan to use your skills to counter his violent and powerful fighting style?"

Lin Lang replied proudly: "If the enemy comes, we will stop him with our generals; if the water comes, we will block it with earth."

The female reporter from Tokyo TV nodded slightly and responded with a smile: "Lin Langjun, with such great ambitions, I really look forward to you showing the wisdom of Chinese martial arts on the K-1 ring and creating more wonderful moments for the audience and boxing fans."

"Good luck to Mr. Lin Lang! Thank you for accepting our interview."

After the female reporter from Tokyo TV finished the interview, reporters from more than a dozen media outlets at the scene still surrounded Lin Lang, anxiously waiting for the opportunity to ask questions and scrambling to interview Lin Lang.

At this time, Lin Lang calmly took the microphone handed over by his own media team, and went straight to the reporters from Baidu Sports Channel, starting a conversation with them first.

Fang Lu, a female reporter from Baidu Channel, looked at Lin Lang with eyes full of admiration, like a little fan girl. With a bright smile on her face, she began to interview Lin Lang.

"First of all, congratulations to the boss for winning the 75kg championship of the China-Japan Sanda King. This feat has made you famous in the Land of Sakura, and the entire Asian fighting world is shocked by it."

"Thank you." Lin Lang raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a humble smile.

Fang Lu immediately asked the next question: "Boss, there is a lot of heated discussion on the Internet right now, and a particularly interesting joke has been born. Netizens jokingly call you the most handsome and capable overbearing president in Xia Country. Do you have any response to this joke?"

Lin Lang replied half-jokingly in Mandarin: "Being handsome is a feeling, and that is exactly me."

Fang Lu smiled and continued the interview: "Now the number of posts on Baidu Lin Lang Tieba has exceeded 20. Especially the female fans, they have affectionately given you a nickname called 'husband'. Now Baidu Lin Lang Tieba has become an exclusive gathering place for fans."

"Boss, do you have anything special to say to those passionate female fans in Baidu Tieba?"

Lin Lang laughed and said jokingly, "I don't dare to accept the nickname of 'husband' lightly, but I sincerely thank the fans for their love."

"My debut novel, "The Ghost Blowing Lantern: The Ancient City of Jingjue", has been officially published. I will hold a new book fan meeting at the Haihai Convention and Exhibition Center in three days. Fans who are interested and have time can make an appointment through Baidu and have the opportunity to meet me offline."

Fang Lu smiled even more and said, "Boss, I wish you a great success in advance for your new book fan meeting. I believe that many fans will flock to this event."

After Lin Lang answered a few questions with high emotional intelligence, Fang Lu, a female reporter from Baidu Sports Channel, ended the interview.

Then, a male reporter from Haihai TV came forward, his eyes full of admiration, and said, "Mr. Lin Lang, first of all, congratulations on winning the 75kg China-Japan Sanda Championship."

"Behind this honor, there must be countless sweat and hard work."

"I want to ask you, after you knocked out Masano Sato with your fierce kicks within 30 seconds of the first round, do you have anything to say to the boxing fans in Sakura Country?"

Lin Lang pondered for a moment, then spoke calmly and politely.

“I respect every opponent and I am grateful to every fan who watched this game. Sato Masano is a strong opponent, and I just showed the results of my training in the arena.”

"To the boxing fans in the Land of Sakura, I want to say that sports have no borders, and I hope everyone can enjoy the passion and charm of fighting together.

"At the same time, I also look forward to having more opportunities in the future to communicate and compete with fighters from Sakura Country in the ring."

A female reporter from Fuji TV's sports channel asked sharp questions in Japanese.

"Lin Lang-kun, in the match just now, you clearly broke Sato Masano's calf with three whip kicks. When you had basically won by TKO, why did you add a 720-degree whirlwind kick before Sato fell on the ring, knocking him unconscious and sending him to the hospital for emergency treatment?"

Lin Lang shrugged solemnly and responded in Japanese.

"In the ring, the situation in a fighting match changes rapidly."

"We fighters receive long-term training, and our bodies will develop an instinctive reaction."

"When a fierce battle begins, especially at a critical moment close to victory, instinct and muscle memory will take over the body's actions, driving us fighters to unconsciously use combination strikes."

"Therefore, I did not intentionally deliver unnecessary blows to Sato-san, and I deeply regret that Sato-san had to seek medical treatment for injuries sustained during the fight."

"It is difficult to completely avoid such situations in fighting competitions. I respect every opponent and I also respect the competitive and cruel nature of this sport."

Lin Lang's high emotional intelligence answer shut the mouth of the female reporter from Fuji TV, and he completely cleared himself of the responsibility with just a few words.

The female reporter from Fuji TV continued to persist and her tone became increasingly sharp.

"Lin Langjun, according to your logic just now, if Sato Masayuki starts a revenge battle for his brother Sato Masano in the K-1 ring tomorrow night and accidentally injures you severely, can he also use muscle memory and instinctive attack as an excuse?"

Lin Lang looked calm and responded in a steady tone.

"That's natural. As long as the fighting rules of K-1 competitions are followed and there are no malicious fouls, it is normal for both sides to be injured during the fight."

"Of course, this is a K-1 grudge match, Sato-san will definitely try his best to fight me to the death."

"In the meantime, if one of us is unfortunately injured in the fighting match, the injured person may not be me. I just hope that Sato-san will have good luck."

After saying this, a barely perceptible smirk quietly appeared on Lin Lang's lips.

The Fuji TV female reporter did not give up and continued, "I heard that there is a proverb in Xia country, which says that when the sky is crazy, it will rain, and when people are crazy, they will suffer disasters."

"Sato Masashi is the two-time K-1GP free-fighting champion. He is considered the legendary fighting king of the Sakura Country. All of his defeated opponents are famous boxing champions from all over the world."

"Lin Langjun, are you really not afraid of facing such a strong Sato Masayuki in the K-1 ring and being beaten to the point where you can't take care of yourself?"

Lin Lang felt somewhat unhappy after hearing this, and couldn't help feeling a little displeased, so he retorted with an irrelevant answer.

"Go back to the company and ask the chairman of your Fuji Sankei Group that I want to acquire your Fuji TV in full. Ask him to contact me and make an offer."

At that time, the market value of Fuji Commercial Television in the Cherry Blossom Country was only about US$3.7 million to US$4 million.

Although the Sakura Country Broadcasting Law does not explicitly prohibit foreigners from acquiring commercial television stations, broadcasting media is subject to many restrictions due to its own particularity and public nature.

It was obvious that Lin Lang was just showing off his domineering CEO persona in the interview, putting on a show of arrogance and pretending to be arrogant in front of the TV viewers and netizens in Xiaying and other countries.

The female reporter from Fuji TV was stunned after hearing this. She never expected that Lin Lang would not answer according to the routine. In the grand scene of the joint interview by more than a dozen media outlets, he actually threatened to acquire their Fuji Commercial Television.

Chu Yiren stood quietly backstage at the gymnasium, witnessing Lin Lang being interviewed. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and a smile quietly spread across her eyes.

Chu Yiren knew that her boyfriend Lin Lang was provoked by the sharp words of the female reporter from Fuji TV, which led him to fight back unexpectedly.

In Chu Yiren's eyes, Lin Lang's straightforward look was somewhat cute and childish.

Chu Yiren just shook her head slightly, but her eyes never left Lin Lang, as if she was expecting what unexpected move he would make next.

However, after Lin Lang finished the interview with Penguin Sports Channel, he decisively ended the entire post-match interview with the winner.

Lin Lang carried the shining championship gold belt on his shoulders and trotted towards where Chu Yiren was with brisk steps. It felt like love.

Chu Yiren ran towards him in both directions and threw herself into Lin Lang's arms with a sweet smile on her face. Her beautiful eyes were shining with love and pride.

Lin Lang took the opportunity to give Chu Yiren a celebratory hug. Unable to hide his excitement, he hugged Chu Yiren and turned around on the spot, sharing the joy of victory with her.

Chu Yiren leaned tenderly in Lin Lang's arms and whispered in his ear: "Dear, congratulations on winning the championship. Your performance in the ring was simply too shocking. I knew you could do it!"

Lin Lang's face was filled with a happy smile. He hugged Chu Yiren tightly and responded: "Wife, you are my lucky goddess. With you cheering me on, I feel like I have infinite power."

"Humph, you are just a sweet talker. It's obviously your own boxing skills that are invincible, but you sweetly say that it's all my credit."

Lin Lang let go of Chu Yiren and said with an exaggerated expression: "Wife, what I said is true!"

"You are the source of my spiritual strength. With you cheering me on, let alone defeating a little Sato Masano, even if you give me a golden hoop stick right now, I can take you to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace and pick peaches that ripen once every nine thousand years for you to eat!"

Chu Yiren gently poked Lin Lang's chest and teased with a playful smile: "You, you just won the 75kg gold belt of the China-Japan Sanda King, and you think you can do anything?"

"Hubby, don't brag here. Be careful not to get your tongue stuck in the wind. I won't take care of you if that happens." Chu Yiren couldn't help laughing.

Lin Lang raised his eyebrows and said solemnly, "My lady, you are wrong. I just got the gold belt and I am full of energy. Let alone slipping my tongue, even if I break through the clouds, it is just a piece of cake."

"Where else in this world can contain my lofty ambitions?"

Lin Lang shook his hair in a pretentious manner, his face full of narcissism and unruliness.

Chu Yiren raised her beautiful little face, suddenly grabbed Lin Lang's ear, playfully exerted a little force, and asked very cutely: "What did you say?"

"No one can trap your heart?"

"Then tell me now, can I trap your heart?"

Lin Lang immediately pretended to hiss in pain, but still had a smile on his face, and said hurriedly: "Oh, my lady, don't be angry."

"Your little jade hand gently grasps my heart, and you hold it tightly in your palm. How dare I think of him? Only my wife can trap my heart in this world."

After hearing this, Chu Yiren raised the corner of her mouth, let go of Lin Lang's ear, rubbed Lin Lang's ear with a sweet smile, and said coquettishly: "Huh, this is more like it."