PS: I suddenly feel that the fantasy title of my western fantasy novel, "The Immortal King of Divine Luck", is really not a problem. I want to change the name to "The Master of Divine Luck". What do you guys think? I am also here to collect some good ones from you.
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In Box No. 47, all the 'Wildensteins' here, including Jennifer, all looked solemn.
The many young heroes of the Wildenstein family here are not ordinary people outside who know little about cold weapon fighting.
All of them have extremely high attainments in magic cultivation. Except for a few who are still underage, most of the others have reached a level above that of outlaws.
"Can you use your own strength to defeat a thousand kilograms with skill? Our cousin's fighting talent is quite impressive."
"This Lanster is a piece of trash, and his coach is even more shit."
"If he hadn't been in such a hurry to enter level 7 so quickly, he might not have lost so miserably today."
"I wonder what his strength is now? If his sword speed can reach more than 600 kilometers per hour and his magic source reaches level seven, he might be qualified to fight that monster on the east coast."
"No wonder Naison Sports Group gives him such high treatment."
"How should I put it? My feelings are really complicated right now. This guy has not insulted the reputation of 'Wildenstein', but I still feel a little unhappy when I see a mixed-race bastard being so popular."
Jennifer Wildenstein didn't listen anymore. When she saw Li Mochen coming down from the ring, she stood up and strode out directly.
At this time, her butler Oliver was already waiting outside the door holding a mobile phone.
"Miss, Mr. Christian's secretary called again."
"They also know? That's right. Several TV stations on the West Coast are broadcasting it live."
Jennifer had no intention of picking up the phone: "You can just reply to him and say that I am doing what Mr. Christian ordered. In view of the increased difficulty now, I need more time and let him wait patiently."
"clear!"
A smile appeared on Oliver's face: "One more thing, just an hour ago, Mr. President Kang Xiuli raised your succession sequence by two places to the eleventh. He has convinced the family elders council. Congratulations.
Miss!"
Jennifer's eyes were also filled with joy, but then she frowned slightly and her face showed a hint of contentment.
Her grandfather's support for her was crucial, enough to resolve some of her resistance within the family. But this also meant that the "Wildensteins" before and after her would regard her as a strong enemy from now on.
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When Li Mochen walked out of Baofeng Stadium, he was surrounded by a large number of reporters again.
Even though the tournament committee sent at least twenty security guards to him to escort Li Mochen to the parking lot, the various spears and cannons still almost reached Li Mochen's eyes, and the white light illuminated by countless flashlights made Li Mochen stunned.
Several people around Li Mochen could hardly open their eyes.
"Andre, would you please stop for a moment? Can you answer a question for us?"
"Classmate Wildenstein, can you explain how you defeated Classmate Lanster today? Many people can't understand the battle between you today."
"——How do you feel after defeating James Langster? You still think that the Atlanta High School MOS individual championship is yours, right?"
"Classmate Wildenstein, some viewers said that you took money from the gambling company to cheat together. Is this true? Can you clarify it here?"
"Andre, do you have any intention in kissing the magic bracelet today? I saw the picture on TV. Is the inscription on the bracelet 'Hope luck is with me'?"
"Andre, I'd like to know what you think of your opponent?"
Li Mochen walked forward in silence until he boarded the bus. Then the reporters were stopped outside by Carl Holden with open hands.
"Everyone, everyone! Listen to me, okay? Since Mr. Wildenstein does not yet have an agent or spokesperson, and the NHSAA Tournament Committee has not held a post-game press conference, I will temporarily answer on behalf of Mr. Wildenstein today.
Your problem."
"First of all, what I want to say is that today's game can definitely stand the test. Anyone who has any doubts about this can appeal to the NHSAA Tournament Committee. However, before there is definite evidence or investigation results, any
Anyone who dares to publish or promote false information will be prosecuted by Mr. Wildenstein and our Naison Movement Group."
"Secondly, Mr. Wildenstein has always been determined to win the Atlanta High School MOS Individual Championship, and has expressed this view on many occasions."
"There is also the issue of Mr. Wildenstein's bracelet. Since many reporters have just asked about this, I would like to explain it here. 'Hope luck is with me' - this is a bracelet that Mr. Wildenstein got when he was a child.
The inscription on a wooden bracelet. This was a gift from his mother.
It was a gift that expressed Mr. Wildenstein's longing for his parents. Since this wooden bracelet was damaged, after learning about it, our designer deliberately copied the style in Mr. Wildenstein's memory a month ago.
, forged this lucky bracelet as his exclusive equipment, thank you!"
Inside the bus, Li Mochen couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips, thinking that there was no such thing in the original version of Li Mochen's memory! And a month ago, he didn't even see the shadow of this bracelet.
However, unexpectedly, the original owner of the body had almost no reaction to these words. I don’t know whether he is used to this kind of thing, or he is still immersed in the joy of becoming famous in the first battle.
"Is there such a thing?"
William Jacques, who was sitting next to him, obviously took Karl's words seriously. He immediately turned around and looked at Li Mochen's wrist carefully: "I just noticed it. You kissed it twice before and after the game. It is real to you."
It has special meaning, right? Wow, the style is very beautiful, but it’s just not masculine enough, it’s more suitable for girls.”
Li Mochen thought to himself what else he could say, but he could only shake his head: "You are really innocent, William."
William was not a fool. He understood the truth in an instant, and his expression suddenly became extremely weird.
At this time, Carl Holden had finished the impromptu press conference and returned to them.
"Sorry, I didn't say hello to you about the bracelet. This is because the company's marketing department notified me at short notice of changing the publicity plan during your competition. Since it was an impromptu planning project, everything was in a hurry. Of course, we will prepare it for you.
This person who pays a sum of money will, in accordance with industry practice, give you a 0.3% commission on the design fee. This can bypass the rules of the NHSAA competition committee and will be your legal income."
Li Mochen was about to question Carl about this matter. After hearing this, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "I can't just promise you. 0.3% is too little. I have to hire the Pearson Darby Specter Law Firm."
Talk to your legal department about the terms."
He would not be stupid enough to agree so simply, but the other party's initiative to mention this matter still made him feel a lot more comfortable.
No! To be precise, it’s pleasure, and I have an extra fortune——
"Then please make your decision as soon as possible, preferably within one day! Our product has been distributed nationwide and is expected to be on sale in one day. Our contract will also determine the final selling price of this product."
Karl smiled and didn't care about Li Mochen's behavior.
No matter how much money Li Mochen wants, it will be paid by his fans and will eventually be reflected in the price of the lucky bracelet, so he doesn't care at all.