I've only heard that the Four Great Clans are very powerful. As for how powerful they are, I don't know. But now, this young man with the surname Zhang is acting so casually, which is totally out of place for this Dojo Challenge Competition.
Even so, these few titans of the martial arts world did not fly into a rage. Instead, they looked very helpless. From this point, it was enough to see the extraordinariness of the Zhang family!
Moreover, most of the audience, who were already sitting still, rushed to the young man and then whispered to each other to discuss which contestant was more likely to shine and amaze the world.
"It's still the same old rules. Anyone who wants to play can participate. The minimum bet is one million, and I'll be the banker. Those who guess the top three will get extra prizes in addition to the normal prize money!" Young Master Zhang acted like he was rich and powerful.
Obviously, these celebrities gave him face, and one by one, they eagerly made their bets.
"I bet ten million on Gyeongbu Hall's Zhou Zi 'ang!"
"Haha, how can I miss out on such an interesting thing? Zhou Zi 'ang and Tang Haotian from the Shangjing Martial Arts School, each twenty million."
The threshold was said to start from one million, but among these voices, the lowest bet was ten million, and they did not even blink. One could imagine how deep the background of these people was.
But it was normal. In a place like Capital, a good location and a spacious house would cost more than ten million.
Moreover, according to Young Master Zhang's personal rules, every time he held this temporary lottery, he would take out 10% of the total amount as the venue fee and competition funds and donate it to the organizers. In other words, after the statistics, 10% of the money would fall into the pockets of the Capital Martial Arts Hall.
It was no wonder that the white-bearded old man was smiling. This was a bet of tens of millions, and there were dozens of people participating. How much money was there!!
Generally speaking, there were not many visible sources of income for the martial arts school. Of course, hidden income was inevitable, but for the six major martial arts schools, they had to be careful. Once they made money for the sake of making money, they would be no different from a martial arts family, and they would also be despised by their peers.
Young Master Zhang's unwritten personal rules brought a considerable amount of income to the martial arts school. If these high-ranking officials and dignitaries were allowed to donate publicly, even if they didn't say anything, they would still gossip behind their backs. On the contrary, they wouldn't have any complaints if it was done in a playful manner.
I observed that almost all of the participants from Gyeongbu Hall were favored. More than half of the people bet on those participants. Overall, the situation was roughly similar to the martial arts school ranking.
Among the three contestants from the Guowei Martial Arts Hall, there were only six people betting, including me. The total amount was more than 30 million, which was less than 6 million per person. In other words, it was already lower than the previous minimum of 10 million. The lowest amount was exactly 1 million.
Obviously, this practice was completely to give face to Grandmaster Chen. Although he was not a mainstream Qi-Jin martial artist, Grandmaster Chen's strength was still in the top echelon in the capital.
"Wow, did you see that? Someone bet twenty million to support Senior Brother!"
"Heh, Senior Brother is expected to be this year's number one dark horse. According to the odds, maybe twenty million will become hundreds of millions."
"Hundreds of millions, damn it. It's enough to buy a big villa!"
"Haha, have you noticed that there are a total of twenty-four participants, and the only one who hasn't been bet on is the outer disciple in our martial arts school."
"This is inevitable. Whether it's Senior Brother or Senior Brother Luo, there is a possibility of winning money. Betting on the guy who likes to show off will definitely lose!"
At this time, Young Master Zhang couldn't help but say, "Uncle Chen, look at this table. Only your participant is special. What are the odds?"
After more than ten minutes of betting, special chips of different amounts were placed under each participant's photo. The geniuses who were favored were piled high, while the others were simply ignored.
Next to Young Master Zhang stood a beautiful secretary. She was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a white shirt, a black skirt, and a pair of flesh-colored stockings. She was simply the model of an urban beauty.
"Young Master, the odds for Zhuang Feng to win the top three are 1. The beautiful secretary's voice was like a lark, refreshing and refreshing.
"Oh, Uncle Chen, did you hear that? If your outer disciple wins the championship, the odds will be as high as 100 times. As long as you bet ten million, it will become one billion!
In the capital, you can directly buy a venue. That's enough. You don't need to accept other people's charity. "Young Master Zhang beamed with joy.
Although the senior officials of the Land Planning Bureau had repeatedly expressed their goodwill to Grandmaster Chen, saying that the Guo Wei Martial Arts Club specialized in training Internal Force martial artists and had made outstanding contributions to the development of martial arts in Hua Xia, for most students, they also hoped to have a grand venue. Even if it was a remote place, it would be better than the current small place.
However, Grandmaster Chen had repeatedly refused their kindness. Those in high positions also didn't want to be treated coldly.
But in fact, Grandmaster Chen had his own concerns. He didn't like to owe favors, not to mention that the venue, land, and renovation were big things. No matter how simple it was, it would still cost tens of millions. Relatively speaking, Grandmaster Chen was the most "poor" of the six martial arts clubs. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was uncorrupted. He didn't sell any quotas. As long as some rich second generations went to the six martial arts clubs, even if they didn't make a name for themselves, they would still be arrogant when they went out.
Grandmaster Chen didn't like to do this. At most, he would send some elixirs or weapons to the auction house to maintain the normal operation of the martial arts club. Although there was support from the state in this regard, Grandmaster Chen rejected it. He just wanted to run the martial arts club quietly and didn't want to have too much interaction with those politicians.
He liked the current odds, but everyone knew that the higher the odds, the lower the possibility of success. In fact, even Grandmaster Chen didn't expect that I would sign up for this year's dojo challenge. Originally, he wanted to find a chance to ask me what I was thinking, but since I had already signed up, there was no turning back, so he simply came to give it a try.
Obviously, every martial artist had their own upper limit. Grandmaster Chen was also looking forward to seeing how high my upper limit was. In his opinion, it would be a rare achievement if I could get into the top ten, and my future achievements would be limitless. As for the top three, it was a bit too much. If it was in the next competition, maybe there would be hope.
Moreover, Grandmaster Chen could only take out less than ten million. In order to prevent me from being embarrassed, Grandmaster Chen decided to bet one million on me. He walked slowly towards Young Master Zhang.
At this moment, I couldn't help but ask, "Ahem, may I ask if a contestant like me can participate?"