"I really like Chinese Kung Fu. Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan are both famous in the United States, but some people say Bruce Lee was completely overrated. Put him in today's MMA, and he wouldn't last a single round before getting knocked down. So I'd like to ask: is Chinese Kung Fu fake?"
Ross looked at Jiang Hao with a smile, wanting to see how he would answer.
Jiang Hao's expression remained calm. After a brief pause, he said, "China has real Kung Fu. It's just that ordinary people don't have access to it. You can't deny something exists just because you haven't seen it. That's an ignorant way of thinking."
Ross laughed happily. "Then, Mr. Jiang Hao, does that mean you possess real Kung Fu? Could you demonstrate it for us? Oh, right. The production team specially arranged a sparring partner beforehand."
As he spoke, he looked toward the audience.
In the front row, a burly man slowly stood up and lightly unzipped his jacket, revealing thick, powerful muscles. He was nearly six and a half feet tall, built like a bull. Step by step, he walked down from the audience and stood there, looking at Jiang Hao with a somewhat provocative gaze.
Zhou Xinyan frowned slightly, feeling even angrier inside. She now fully understood that Ross clearly meant no good. What were they supposed to do? If Jiang Hao refused to fight, these people would definitely report that Chinese Kung Fu was garbage. But if he fought, a billionaire fighting a boxer would be beneath his status.
Besides, the guy in front of them was so strong. Jiang Hao might not be his match. What if he got hurt?
"Mr. Ross, we came here for an interview to exchange ideas about new technology and future technological development, not