Chapter 99: Chapter 99: 150,000 Yuan Tip

Inside a lounge at the Geta Club, Fang Chen had just finished a match without even breaking a sweat. With his current strength, in a Tier-5 city like Jinchuan City, as long as the association experts and the High Martial Realm instructors responsible for school security didn’t intervene, there was basically no one who could last three moves against him.

A knock sounded on the lounge door. The match coordinator who had always been his handler pushed the door open and walked in, his face bearing a smile thirty percent brighter than usual.

"Mr. Feng, congratulations on another victory!" The coordinator’s tone was respectful. "Also, I have some good news for you. A VIP guest in the audience today was extremely impressed by your match and exclusively tipped you a hundred and fifty thousand yuan!"

"A hundred and fifty thousand?" Fang Chen paused slightly and looked up at the coordinator. For someone with a base appearance fee of thirty thousand, this figure was absolutely a massive windfall.

"Yes, it’s absolutely true," the coordinator confirmed, then began to calculate. "Your base prize money for this match is thirty thousand yuan. As for the tip, according to the club’s regulations, we need to take a fifty percent cut for platform operation and channel fees. Therefore, the actual portion of the tip you receive is seventy-five thousand yuan.

"Adding the two together, your total income for this match is a hundred and five thousand yuan." He handed over an envelope filled with cash and a settlement slip displaying the amount.

Fang Chen cursed inwardly, "Fuck, taking away seventy-five thousand straight from a hundred and fifty thousand? This cut is worse than robbery." His expression remained impassive as he took the envelope. It definitely felt much heavier than before, but thinking about the portion that had been skimmed off, he still felt a bit of heartache.

The coordinator didn’t seem to notice Fang Chen’s inner turmoil and continued to announce with a smile, "Mr. Feng, as of now, you have achieved an impressive five-match winning streak at our Geta Club! In the thirty thousand yuan appearance fee tier, your points have also accumulated to five!"

Under normal procedures, he would need to win two more matches to advance to the fifty thousand yuan tier.

"However," the coordinator shifted the topic, "because you received such a massive tip this time, it has triggered the club’s ’Market Influence Rapid Promotion’ rule. For fighters in the thirty thousand yuan tier, every thirty thousand yuan in tips grants one additional point. So, according to this rule, your points have already reached ten!

"Therefore, congratulations, Mr. Feng! Starting from your next match, you will officially be promoted to a fifty-thousand-yuan-tier fighter! Both your base victory prize money and the caliber of your future opponents will be elevated to a whole new level!"

Hearing this, Fang Chen raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Right, I did hear before that getting large tips could rapidly increase a fighter’s appearance fee. This person tipped me just enough to give me exactly five points. Could they have intentionally pushed me into the fifty-thousand tier?" He weighed the envelope in his hand, the slight displeasure in his heart dissipating somewhat. "Looking at it this way, your cut is actually... worth it.

"Now that I’m in the fifty-thousand tier, when is my next match scheduled?" he asked, more concerned about practical matters.

The match coordinator was well-prepared and immediately answered, "The match schedules for high-tier fighters aren’t fixed; we need to coordinate the availability of both parties. However, your next opponent has already been decided, and the match is scheduled for eight days from now. Your opponent is—Hong."

"Hong?" Fang Chen repeated the moniker, his eyes narrowing slightly.

A thought flashed through his mind, "Is the culling phase over? Heh, is the battle for the Poisonous Insect King about to begin?" He remembered very clearly that over a month ago, the club boss, Zhao Tianxiong, had mentioned that the club intended to simultaneously cultivate several super rookies, including himself and this Hong. He hadn’t expected that after just over a month, right after he achieved a five-match winning streak and raised his appearance fee to fifty thousand, the club would be so impatient to arrange an internal clash among their so-called "rookies."

He thought, "It seems the Geta Club already has a definitive target to cultivate..."

While Fang Chen was calculating the Geta Club’s intentions, another knock sounded on the lounge door. Another staff member poked their head in and said, "Mr. Feng, the VIP guest who tipped you the hundred and fifty thousand hopes to meet you here in the lounge. What do you think...? According to the club’s rules, you have the right to choose whether to see them or not."

Hearing this, Fang Chen didn’t hesitate in the slightest. "I’ll see them! Of course I’ll see them! That’s my top benefactor!" He then asked with a teasing hint, "By the way, is the other party a man or a woman?"

The staff member’s expression looked slightly odd. "Um... it’s a man and a woman."

"A man and a woman?" Fang Chen was mildly surprised but didn’t overthink it. "Alright, let them in. Do I need to freshen up? Change into something more formal?"

"That’s entirely up to you. Our club has no strict requirements regarding private meetings for our fighters."

"Okay."

Before long, distinct footsteps echoed from the doorway. Fang Chen straightened his clothes. Just as he looked up, he saw a familiar face with a sly smile appear at the door.

"Su Zhe?" Fang Chen froze, then didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "What the hell are you doing, kid? Got money to burn? Tipping me a hundred and fifty thousand? If you had that kind of cash, couldn’t you have just given it to me directly? You just had to let the club skim half of it!"

Su Zhe chuckled, slipping into the room as he explained, "Boss, this wasn’t my idea." He stepped aside, revealing the person behind him. "It was my older sister. She said she had to come and thank you in person."

Fang Chen’s gaze moved past Su Zhe and landed on the woman behind him. The newcomer looked to be around thirty-five years old with striking features. She wore a light gray casual suit skirt. Her long hair was loosely tied into a bun at the back of her head, with a few stray strands hanging by her neck, adding a touch of gentleness to her appearance.

Su Zhe quickly introduced her. "Boss, this is my biological sister, Su Man."

The woman named Su Man took a step forward and proactively extended her hand to Fang Chen. "Hello, Fang... I think I’d better call you Mr. Feng. It’s a pleasure to meet you."

Fang Chen stood up and gently shook Su Man’s extended hand, letting go almost immediately, demonstrating perfect propriety. "Hello, Man. This..."

He assumed the Su Family had come specifically to thank him for Su Zhe getting admitted into the academy, so he spoke politely, "Actually, during this martial exam, it was all thanks to Su Zhe’s own efforts. He has the strength and knows how to utilize his resources properly. The academy naturally wouldn’t pass up on such a promising seedling."

Hearing this, Su Man smiled elegantly, exuding exceptional grace. "Hehe, our entire family is thrilled that Su Zhe was able to get into the Cyan Yang Martial Arts Academy. This boy hasn’t stopped talking about you at home, bragging about how incredible you are.

"Later on," she said, shifting the topic slightly, "I saw the group photo taken on the day you all set off, and I was surprised to discover that the legendary boss he kept mentioning was actually you, Mr. Feng."

"Oh?" Fang Chen’s eyebrows twitched slightly. "Have you watched my matches before, Man?"

"I’ve done more than just watch." Su Man’s red lips curled into a smile. "You’ve helped me earn quite a bit of money, Mr. Feng. Hehe, precisely at Mr. Zhao’s place—twenty million."

Fang Chen thought back for a moment and recalled an old matter that Zhao Tianxiong had once mentioned in passing. He asked, a bit uncertain, "President Zhao? I remember him mentioning that someone lost forty million at his place... That couldn’t be you, could it, Man?"

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