The coaching session ended.
Zheng Haokang was changing his close-fitting clothes and trousers in the dressing room specially cleared out by the club.
At this moment, a somewhat effeminate middle-aged man pushed the door open and entered, talking non-stop.
"Haokang, have you really decided to retire next year and enter the entertainment industry?"
"Didn't you see how enthusiastic everyone was about you today? The appearance fee is nothing compared to a fraction of the registration fee..."
Glancing back at the chattering talent agent, Zheng Haokang did not respond to him.
The agent continued to prattle on:
"I think it's such a pity, you are at the prime of your youth and strength, you should be fighting hard..."
"What's there to regret?"
Zheng Haokang put on a tight shirt and interrupted him:
"What's the difference between boxing on the stage and boxing in movies? Both are performances for the audience, for entertainment. Isn't it fine as long as there's money to be made?"
