Real Man

Chapter 690

Chapter 690

Yoo-hyun revealed the reason why he had no choice but to do it.

“You moved Lucas Film for me, didn’t you? If you hadn’t, it wouldn’t have been easy to make a deal.”

-I just said a word to an old friend who makes a living by making movies.

“That was a big help. Thank you.”

-Hmm, I feel awkward to get credit for something I didn’t pay for.

Paul Graham said he didn’t do anything, but that was not true.

His remark went through Lucas Film, which was producing the movie based on the story of Super Punch, and reached the sponsors, Fox Sports and UFC Association.

Super Punch was a successful agency, but it was still immature in the martial arts market.

But when the movie company and the sponsors stepped in, even Mark Colvin, the king of the world, had to bow down.

Thanks to that, Yoo-hyun invested ten million dollars (12 billion won) and got a lot in return.

He not only got a stake, but also some authority to make decisions.

It was a sudden move, but considering the future growth potential of UFC, it was not a bad investment.

What if UFC expands its foothold in Asia?

Super Punch’s scale could grow rapidly.

That benefit would not only go to Ijangwoo, but also to the people of Number One Gym.

Yoo-hyun, who envisioned a rosy future, said in a good mood.

“Then please tell George Lucas to make a good movie.”

-Yeah, right. Should I ask him to add an Asian player as the lead role?

“Please don’t put that pressure on him.”

-Haha. Are you worried about the movie of the company you invested in?

“I just don’t want to cause any trouble. I hope my junior can focus on his training.”

Yoo-hyun wanted to do as Ijangwoo wished.

He had no intention of using his beloved junior as a money-maker.

Paul Graham, who read Yoo-hyun’s thoughts, said in a soft voice.

-You’re lucky to have such a good senior.

“I’m lucky to have such a good mentor.”

-You’re good at flattering. Oh, by the way, did you hear about Instagram?

Instagram was the company that Yoo-hyun had secured 25 percent of the shares last time.

At his sudden remark, Yoo-hyun perked up his ears.

“What’s going on?”

-Nothing, nothing. You’ll find out naturally later.

“Is it good news?”

-Well, you’ll see when you get there.

Yoo-hyun heard Paul Graham’s playful tone and roughly guessed.

‘It must be some interesting news.’

He chuckled and exchanged a few more friendly words before hanging up the phone.

The phone screen had not turned off yet, when it vibrated.

Beep.

-Master, I’m waiting at the New York airport. I’ll take care of the guests and get them to the gym.

It was a message from Robert Evan’s colleague, Scott Brown.

At that time, the master who arrived at the New York airport was dumbfounded by the news.

“So the Super Punch that Yoo-hyun mentioned was really that Super Punch.”

“That’s right.”

Park Young-hoon, who had helped with the contract as an interpreter before boarding the plane, also looked incredulous.

A middle-aged man approached the two.

“Are you Mr. Park Young-hoon?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I’m Scott Brown. I’ll take you to the gym.”

Outside the airport, a black limousine was waiting.

With the support of Super Punch, Ijangwoo quickly settled in.

Yoo-hyun watched the process and realized something.

‘They’re not famous for nothing.’

It was not because of the flashy and spacious gym facilities.

The level of training itself was different.

This was confirmed by Kim Tae-soo, who had been with Smack Sports for a long time.

He pointed out the difference while watching Ijangwoo’s training.

“The coaches are very well-divided. They are specialized in striking, wrestling, jiu-jitsu, conditioning, nutrition, stamina, scientific analysis, etc., and they are all world-class.”

“You cut off water the day before the weigh-in, right?”

“Yes. Then you can lose 5 kilograms just from water. The rebound weight will also increase. This will lead to stronger punches and stamina.”

“I see. I feel relieved.”

Mark Colvin was a former UFC champion, even though he became a businessman.

He was so enthusiastic and confident that it was a bit overwhelming.

Yoo-hyun stepped back slightly and answered.

“Thank you for your attention.”

“Ha ha! Don’t mention it. It’s my duty. We’re on the same boat, aren’t we?”

“That’s right. I appreciate it.”

“I should be the one to appreciate it. Oh, thank you for talking to Lucasfilm about the movie. I was having trouble with the schedule being delayed. But thanks to Paul Graham...”

Mark Colvin blurted out in an excited voice.

It was then that Yoo-hyun raised his index finger to his lips.

“Mark, shh!”

“Oops! I’ll keep it a secret as you said. I won’t tell anyone that you’re behind it. My mouth is heavy, so don’t worry.”

Mark Colvin’s voice suddenly became very careful.

He didn’t have to do that, but now was the time to focus on Jang-woo’s fight.

He didn’t want to cause any unnecessary trouble, so Yoo-hyun asked him.

“Please.”

“Then, should I change the two VVIP tickets next to me to another seat? You might get suspicious.”

“No. That’s fine. I want to watch the fight properly.”

He didn’t have to give up what he could get.

Yoo-hyun smiled faintly.

Super Punch’s systematic diet support was also until the day before the weigh-in.

From this point on, he had to endure with his willpower, cutting off all food and water.

He had to squeeze out the last drop of water to reach the desired weight.

That was the reason.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Jang-woo, who was running along the Hudson River, was going through hell.

“Haa, haa.”

A rough breath escaped from his dry lips.

Jeong Da-hye, who was running with him, relayed the coach’s words.

“Don’t breathe through your mouth, just through your nose. Speed doesn’t matter. Just do as much as you can, even if it’s walking.”

“Yes. I under... stand.”

“You don’t have to answer. Just listen. From now on...”

“...”

Jang-woo listened to Jeong Da-hye’s words and squeezed out his strength.

‘Hang in there, Jang-woo.’

Yoo-hyun cheered him on in his mind, and silently followed him.

He wanted to help him as much as he could, by being with him.

The manager, Kim Taesu, and Park Young-hoon, who were running with him, felt the same way.

When the water in the body is drained to the extreme, you don’t sweat even if you stay in the sauna for an hour.

Yoo-hyun learned that fact through Jang-woo.

Jang-woo endured and endured until he collapsed, his body twisted and his mind blurred.

There were many coaches around him, but it was not a pain that they could solve.

He attended the weigh-in in such a sensitive state.

The result was announced to the world through the media.

Yoo-hyun, who had overcome a big hurdle, spent the evening with Jeong Da-hye.

He asked her at a cafe in front of her accommodation.

“Are you okay, Da-hye?”

“What do you mean?”

“When Martin provoked you, you were right next to him.”

“I didn’t have time to care. I was focused on Jang-woo.”

“True, you didn’t even blink.”

“I’m not afraid of such a jerk.”

Jeong Da-hye had a confident face even when she was receiving harsh insults from Martin Yorte, who was big and fierce.

She translated Jang-woo’s words without fear, even while he touched her body.