I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 38: Everything is for the sake of martial arts.

Song Sheng went to the meeting mainly because he needed someone's help.

Hong Kong Island is too small a place, while the task of promoting traditional Chinese martial arts is too great.

Song Sheng wanted to organize a truly top-tier event, using Eastern martial arts as a gimmick to create a sensational Sino-Western fighting competition.

Like the boxing match in the movie where Hung Chun-nam risked his life and Ip Man staked the dignity of Chinese martial arts, the scale was too small and the incident was somewhat sudden, so the influence was mostly limited to Hong Kong Island.

The event that Song Sheng is organizing is an open, commercial fighting competition that can generate huge public opinion on a larger and wider scale.

For this, he needs two things—

Money and channels.

Coincidentally, Mia, who comes from a British aristocratic family and has connections with HSBC, possesses both of these qualities; the only question is whether she is willing to cooperate.

According to Song Sheng's plan, if this event can be successfully held, he is willing to give up most of the profits!

They are even willing to spend more time and energy to make things more thorough.

The problem now is that everything is difficult at the beginning!

Song Sheng raised his head and looked at the blonde beauty walking up the stairs in red-soled high heels, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Everything is for the purpose of promoting traditional Chinese martial arts!

……

next day

Three poles in the sun

Inside the European-style villas in Repulse Bay.

The afternoon sun streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the entire restaurant in a warm, soft glow.

The maid laid out the prepared sumptuous meal on the table one by one.

A perfectly cooked steak, roasted tomatoes, a soft-boiled sunny-side-up egg, sliced ​​bread, and a pot of steaming English tea.

In her seat, Mia had loose, long, golden hair, and her cheeks still had a blush that hadn't completely faded.

She wore only a silk nightgown, tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear with her fingertips, and then skillfully cut a piece of steak with her knife and fork and put it in her mouth. Her movements were as elegant as ever.

Footsteps approached.

Song Sheng came down from the bathroom upstairs with a towel draped over his shoulder, his upper body bare except for a white bath towel wrapped around his waist.

He wasn't completely dry; water droplets slid down his chest, running along the deep curve of his abdominal muscles, slightly dampening the edge of the towel around his waist.

Mia put down her knife and fork, her emerald eyes fixed on him without any attempt to look away.

Who would have thought that beneath that well-tailored suit, his physique was so savage?

Mia was somewhat fascinated by Song Sheng's completely different persona off-stage and in the boxing ring, but she quickly smiled and asked, "Want to eat together?"

Song Sheng nodded in agreement.

Yesterday's exercise was quite intense, and I haven't eaten much since then, so I'm definitely hungry.

He didn't stand on ceremony; since they had already had a deeper conversation, he simply sat down opposite Mia.

He cut off a large piece of steak with a knife, chewed it hastily, took a sip of red wine, and swallowed it whole.

Mia rested her chin on her hand and looked at him: "Song, your way of eating is not elegant enough."

"Um?"

"However, I kind of like your savagery."

"..." Song Sheng looked up: We're eating, Madam, can we not drive?

Mia smiled, and after Song Sheng had almost finished eating, she toned down her joking tone and adopted a more serious demeanor: "Alright, let's get down to business."

She rested her elbows on the edge of the table, interlaced her fingers, and looked intently at Song Sheng with her emerald eyes: "The idea you mentioned last night, to hype up the mysterious Eastern martial arts and organize a Sino-Western fighting competition, is very interesting."

These kinds of gimmicks are indeed easy to hype up in Europe today.

Not just within established circles, but newspapers, magazines, and radio stations would probably be vying to report on it.

She paused slightly, looked at Song Sheng's listening profile, and said earnestly, "However, it's very difficult to reach the level you aspire to."

Song Sheng: "Just do your best, I don't ask for more."

"That's fine," Mia thought for a moment, then continued, "Song, if you don't mind, I'd like to bring in more friends. Of course, not from Hong Kong, but some of my business partners in Europe."

Mia stated her thoughts frankly: "To make the event as sensational as possible in terms of scale and influence, it's not enough for me or my family to do it alone."

I need more significant business forces involved.

Venue, broadcasting, sponsorship, betting odds—none of these can be resolved by working alone.

Song, the event you mentioned is quite novel. The gimmick of "Eastern martial arts versus Western boxing" has never been heard of even in Europe.

If we establish a sufficiently attractive prize pool, coupled with our network of channels and operations, this project has a very high probability of success.

Mia paused here, stared into Song Sheng's eyes for a moment, and then continued: "But the more people enter the market, the thinner your profits will be."

Because of your immigration status, the dividends you receive may be negligible.

I must make this clear to you beforehand.

"No problem, I don't mind the profits from the event."

Song Sheng answered without much hesitation.

If this project is scaled up enough, the benefits will be far more than just the tournament revenue sharing.

Newspaper sales will be boosted by the coverage of the event.

The threshold of the martial arts school would be worn down by people from all over who came to learn from it.

The entire industry chain, including venues, sponsorships, exhibition matches, and teaching output, will be revitalized by this competition.

Giving up the event itself in exchange for the strong support of Mia and the business circle behind her is a win-win situation.

Moreover, his mission this time is to promote traditional Chinese martial arts.

A little profit is just icing on the cake; the task is absolute.

Seeing his confident answer, Mia's lips curled into a slight smile:

Song, you truly are a captivating Eastern gentleman!

……

Afterwards, the two sides discussed the overall framework of the event at length and reached several points of consensus.

First of all, this matter absolutely cannot be rushed.

Organizing a truly sensational top-tier event takes at least half a year, from planning to execution.

From venue selection and promotion to contestant selection and commercial involvement, every step requires careful preparation.

Secondly, it would be best to arrange for a truly skilled mentor to go to Europe and actively challenge renowned boxing champions or fighting experts from various countries.

Mia will then use her connections to orchestrate a series of challenges as an expedition of Eastern martial arts.

Winning one game isn't enough; you have to win more, or even win in a row.

The suspense and topics are built up layer by layer.

Once everyone's appetite has been whetted to its maximum, then launch this sensational East-West fighting tournament.

Finally, Hong Kong Island must also make preparations simultaneously.

The martial arts school needs to have skilled fighters who can be put to good use, the newspaper needs to dedicate enough space to follow up and report on the story, and the financial chain must not be interrupted.

Each of these issues requires careful preparation.

However, Song Sheng didn't say much about business matters, mostly listening to Mia's explanations. He only made one condition: the entire event had to be completed within a year.