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Text 0062: Push me to win!

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    Forcibly suppressing his impatience, Lin Chen used the most concise words to talk to Masur, accurately conveying his firm belief in signing up for the boxing match to the other party.  However, Masur still didn¡¯t quite believe that Lin Chen wanted to be a boxer. He looked at Lin Chen with a strange look and then shook his head with a disapproving look on his face.  "I'm afraid you won't be much to see when you box on stage with your body." From Lin Chen's height of just 1.7 meters, with no muscles visible under his sportswear, he is used to seeing different black boxing masters from all over the world in boxing matches every day.  Masur couldn't see the slightest hint of a boxer in Lin Chen's body.  Fortunately, Lin Chen's serious look prevented him from thinking that Lin Chen was someone who came here to tease him. Otherwise, Masur would have had someone lock Lin Chen up and teach him a lesson.  "You don't see it?" Lin Chen looked at himself with some surprise. He was wearing a light gray off-brand sportswear, with thin arms and legs, and a flat chest. There was really nothing special about him.  "Tsk tsk~ Little guy, look at your skinny skin and tender flesh, have you come to the wrong place?" Masur continued without waiting for Lin Chen to answer: "Our boxing ring is a place for black market boxing matches, like you  One punch will knock him down, two punches will kill his small body. It¡¯s better to go to the fitness club upstairs to exercise for a few years.¡± Lin Chen was so stimulated by Masur¡¯s previous words that the hairs all over his body stood on end.  He got up and felt the urge to beat Masur on the spot.  It was only after considering the Alpha potion that he was about to get, and after repeatedly reminding himself that a little impatience would lead to a big plan, he finally had to suppress the aversion and impulse in his heart.  But if Masur really dared to have any evil thoughts on him, he would not be polite and would have to vent the cowardly anger he had suffered today.  "You don't need to worry about these problems for me. Just hurry up and register your name for me!" Lin Chen took a deep breath of the turbid air in the room and urged coldly.  Damon and Masur repeatedly made comments about his thin figure, which made him almost lose his patience, and even the tone of his words began to become tougher unconsciously.  "Haha, why are you in such a hurry?" Masur chuckled and shook the smoky cigar in his hand.  Then under Lin Chen's increasingly cold gaze, he still said calmly: "It's not impossible for me to sign you up. But you look like you're just delivering food, and there's nothing interesting about boxing on stage.  Ah. No matter which boxer you fight here, there is no suspense about the outcome. It will affect the business of our boxing ring." Lin Chen seemed to find the meaning in Masur's words.  key points.  From the information he collected from Amu about this underground boxing ring, he already knew that the underground boxing ring is one of the main financial sources of this group of skinheads. It can earn tens of thousands for the skinheads every day, and even  Huge income of hundreds of thousands of dollars.  It is simply impossible to raise such a large amount of money by collecting admission fees from scattered audiences.  Even if a thousand people come here every day to watch the boxing match, if calculated on a head-to-head basis, it costs one hundred dollars per person, which is only one hundred thousand dollars.  What's more, this boxing ring with an area of ??only a few hundred square meters cannot accommodate so many people.  Therefore, the main source of profit for underground boxing rings is the betting money earned by people watching boxing matches and betting on them.  As the saying goes, nine out of ten bets are cheating, and where there are competitions, there must be backdoor operations.  As bookmakers, before arranging a fight between boxers, they will roughly estimate the probability of victory or defeat between each boxer based on each boxer's strength and status in all aspects, as well as the level of fighting skills, and accordingly set the appropriate winning or losing ratio.  After the odds are set, the boxers will be arranged to compete on stage according to the script they formulated.  With this arrangement, they can make a profit of tens of thousands of dollars at best from almost every boxing match.  Even if there are a few boxing matches where the outcome is too obvious and there is not much suspense, they are basically arranged intentionally to attract gamblers and stimulate gambling.  As a long-term black boxing arena, gamblers are always losing money, and it¡¯s impossible not to lose any money.  Without giving gamblers a taste of sweetness from time to time, who will throw money into a gambling game where they can only lose but not win?  ¡°It¡¯s just that no matter how fake they are, if someone like Lin Chen, who is small and frail and obviously not a black boxer, comes on the stage, I¡¯m afraid it will be a bit disappointing to the audience.  And how can they make money from gamblers in a gambling game where there is absolutely no suspense about the outcome?  Even if you are repaying customers, you can't repay your investment, right?    "Of course!" I don't know if Masur has a pair of donkey ears, but he actually heard the slight sound from Lin Chen's mouth unconsciously, stretched out a finger and flicked the cigar in his hand in a pretentious manner.  cigarette.  "With your small body like a bean sprout, if I ask you to sign up as a boxer, how will we set the odds when you go on the field?" Masur put the cigar in his mouth, his eyes on Lin Chen again  He looked up and down on his body, and at the same time teased in a teasing tone: "I think no matter how high your odds are, no one will be willing to bet on you. Such a bet is destined to only lose money, but not make any profit.  Won¡¯t it affect the business of our boxing ring?¡± As one of the people directly responsible for the boxing ring, Masur has always been very measured in his business and has never done anything to lose money, and naturally he will not do anything.  To set such a precedent for Lin Chen.  "Then how much money do you think you need to bet on me before I can qualify as a boxer?" Although Lin Chen is not rich and powerful now, as long as he can obtain the status of a boxer, he can move freely in the boxer resting area.  After a while, no matter how much money he has to pay, he will definitely have to accept it.  It¡¯s only now that he finally managed to sneak into the boxers¡¯ rest area. Now he only has one final kick left, and he will never give up easily!  "There has to be a $10,000 one! Otherwise we will lose money." Masur reported the amount without even thinking about it.  He has long been responsible for arranging the number of boxing events and betting odds. He naturally knows the winning and losing of boxing matches and the amount of bets.  At this time, there was no need to think too much. He not only thought about the candidates who could be Lin Chen's opponent, but also estimated the odds between the two.  If Lin Chen could afford 10,000 US dollars, Masur would not mind giving Lin Chen the identity of a boxer and go to the boxing ring to die.  Anyway, Lin Chen had no relationship with him, and his life and death had nothing to do with him, as long as he was not allowed to lose money.  You know, it is also an extremely exciting thing to occasionally have such a rookie in the ring and be tortured to death by his opponent on the spot!  Whenever he saw someone being beaten in front of him, with blood splattering everywhere, howling miserably, and broken bones and tendons Masur felt unusually stimulated and couldn't help but stick out his tongue and touch it on his lips.  "This is 10,000 US dollars! Let me win!" Lin Chen didn't pay attention to Masur's abnormal behavior at all. He took out a bunch of bills from his trouser pocket and threw it on the desk next to Masur.  "Is this okay?" Lin Chen had already made up his mind at this time. If he still couldn't get a boxer status, then he would immediately turn around and leave, and find an unoccupied room on the way out.  The room hid, waiting for an opportunity.  He came to the underground boxing ring this time, but he was determined not to give up until he got the Alpha Potion!  ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª I hope all my friends who read the book can put forward their opinions and suggestions in the book review area, and I hope you will like this book.  friends can collect this book!  If you collect it and gain popularity, you will be motivated to update it!  3316850. The author of the urban supernatural novel "Smart Password": Yi Xuan
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