Early the next morning, Han Lan and his party were preparing to go home.

Joseph and Pablo came specially to see them off. The two foreigners had learned a lot of good things from Tan Lun during this period. They were able to practice Tai Chi in a decent way, but they had no practical use. But they didn't think so at all.

This is the fault of Tai Chi. I just feel that I am not good at it yet and I need to practice more.

Tan Lun's lectures on music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, tea and the Five Elements were also eye-opening to them.

In order to have a deeper understanding of Chinese culture and to better understand the true meaning of Tai Chi, Pablo also began to learn Chinese seriously.

"This is our farewell. I don't know when we will see you again. Brother Han, please take care of yourself." Joseph clasped his fists and said eloquently.

Pablo on the side also clasped his fists. Although he didn't speak Chinese very well, he still echoed in a strange accent: "Bao Zhong!"

"..." Han Lan silently clasped his fists in return: "The bag is not heavy, so take care of yourselves. You went to the Lighthouse Country to develop, and when you are done, call me, and I will also go to the Lighthouse Country to hang out."

"It's easy to talk," Joseph said politely.

Pablo also echoed: "how shur! how shur!"

Han Lan patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him in Spanish: "Chinese is difficult to learn. If you have time, practice with Joseph more. It's best to find a serious Chinese to study with."

"Yeah. I'll do my best!"

"Okay, let's go. I haven't even flown on Xiao Rongzi's private jet. This guy is really cool now. He's even equipped with a private jet..."

The group got into the car chatting and laughing and prepared to go to the airport.

As soon as the motorcade passed an intersection, Han Lan received a Blue Pigeon message on her phone, and her face immediately darkened.

"Han Lan? What's wrong?" Xia Ningxuan was taking a selfie and preparing to send out a scarf to tell her fans that they were going back to China. However, she caught a picture of Han Lan's gloomy face and asked subconsciously. Then, she noticed the blue pigeon on Han Lan's phone.

information.

Han Lan took a deep breath and shouted to the driver in front of him in Spanish: "Sir, make a U-turn and take me to City Z Martial Arts Hall."

"Mr. Han, Mr. Liu asked me to take you to the airport." The driver explained.

"It's okay. He is my brother. I will explain to him on the phone. Just do as I say."

"Okay Mr. Han, what about the other cars?"

"Let them go to the airport first."

"Okay, Mr. Han." The driver didn't hesitate after hearing what he said. He turned on the intercom to contact other cars in the convoy and made a U-turn in front.

As a result, not long after the driver finished speaking, An Yi's voice came from the intercom: "Han Shuai, where are you going?"

"Sister Yi, you go to the airport first and ask Liu Rong if he can negotiate with the airport. Wait for me for an hour. If it doesn't work, you can go back to China first. I will go back after I finish processing it." Han Lan was about to call Liu Rong when she heard

An Yi was asking on the walkie-talkie, so she simply asked her to help convey it.

"Han Shuai! Mr. Han won't let you compete in the ring anymore!" An Yi shouted urgently.

Obviously, she also saw the Blue Pigeon message and immediately guessed what Han Lan was going to do.

"He will agree." Han Lan said.

"Han Shuai..." An Yi on the other side of the intercom was almost furious. Seeing that she could no longer persuade Han Lan, she quickly explained to the driver. Fortunately, there was a translator in the same car, and the other cars in the convoy immediately turned around and caught up.

"Mr. Han?" The driver still didn't understand what happened and couldn't help but confirm with Han Lan again.

"It's okay, don't worry about them, continue to go to the martial arts gym."

"yes."

Han Lan glanced at Xia Ningxuan, who also looked at him with an unhappy face, and a little worry in her eyes.

"Sorry, Teacher Xia, I broke my promise..." Han Lan grinned heartlessly.

He just promised Xia Ningxuan yesterday that he would not compete in the ring again.

Xia Ningxuan hugged him with red eyes and said nothing.

…

…

A hotel in z city.

The Dou Mao live broadcast team is packing up the equipment. The main purpose of their trip is to broadcast Han Lan's ring challenge. Now that the fight is over and Han Lan is about to return to China, they naturally have no reason to stay here.

After all, it is public expense.

It's just that the flight they booked is slightly later than Han Lan's.

After all, it is civil aviation.

Unlike Liu Rong’s private jet, flights can be arranged flexibly.

"Brother Chen, the cooperation with the Aodong Club has been finalized this time. In the future, our Doumao Live Sports column will have another channel, right? I think there is an opportunity to hand it over to you."

"Hahaha, it's still early. If you want to live broadcast the MMA main game, the company needs to send someone over to negotiate with the MMA Professional League to purchase the live broadcast rights."

"That will happen sooner or later."

Faced with the flattery of his subordinates, the leader of the team also laughed heartily.

This live broadcast has indeed attracted a lot of attention in China and brought a lot of traffic to the platform, which is all recorded in his performance.

There is great hope for a promotion and salary increase this time!

Just as he was thinking happily, he suddenly heard someone yelling a curse, and then more and more people started to curse, and the mobile phone was handed to him.

After all, he is the leader of the expatriate team, so he can still understand the international lingua franca mentioned above.

Translated, it was probably mocking Han Lan for being cowardly and not daring to accept their challenge, and asked if the Chinese were all so stupid, and were there any Chinese who dared to challenge them? Then he also sent a calligraphy post that read

with four insulting characters.

"ctmd! I've been on so many big horses during this time, and you still dare to scold me for being incompetent!"

"The horse hit a target!"

"Brother Chen, I can't stand it anymore. Please help me ask for a leave from the company! I'll go on stage and kill this little devil before I go back!"

"What are you arguing about? You don't know how much you weigh? Everyone, pack your equipment. Xiaobai, refund your air tickets. I'll explain it to the company. Now! Follow me to the martial arts gym!"

"Brother Chen, do you want to go on stage in person to teach that little devil a lesson? Or should we all go on stage together?"

"Fuck you! Come with me to broadcast! Han Lan will definitely pass by if he sees it! This is an opportunity, do you understand? If you get it, you will get a promotion and a salary increase. If you miss it, you will be scolded and criticized!"

"yes!"

The Dou Mao live broadcast team arrived at the Z City Martial Arts Hall earlier than Han Lan and his party. When they arrived at the Martial Arts Hall, there were already many spectators inside.

Shota Yagi wore a white martial arts uniform and sat quietly on his knees in the center of the ring with his eyes closed.

The scroll he wrote with a brush is still hanging in the most conspicuous place of the martial arts hall. Now the audience's attention is either on him or on that scroll.

Foreigners can't understand the meaning of the four big characters above, but the Chinese next to them will explain it to them, and then everyone will look enlightened.

More than half of the audience were Asians, and most of the communication was in Chinese. Some were filled with indignation, while others were just like the foreigners around them, just coming to watch the fun.

However, no one has ever come on stage to challenge Shota Yagi.

Doumao Live found the person in charge of the martial arts gym, and after some communication, it was easy to get the live broadcast rights.
Chapter completed!