Now that I've been reborn, I have to play tennis!

Chapter 43 China vs. South Korea
Meng Hao simply clenched his fist, maintaining a calm and composed expression, with little sign of excitement on his face.

"I'm a person with big dreams, and this is only the beginning."

This is his simple and genuine thought.

Playing on this clay court was truly exhilarating, and I even felt a sense of wanting more.

To paraphrase the strongest version of Sun Wukong: I haven't even used my full strength yet, and you've already fallen.

Meng Hao packed his luggage and was ready to leave.

But CCTV reporter Chen Yu was clearly not going to let him off the hook, excitedly calling out his name.

"Did you give him that nickname, 'Little Prince of Clay'?" Meng Hao asked.

"Yes, isn't that a good nickname?" Chen Yu replied with a hint of pride.

How to say this?

If I fail to perform well in the future, my nickname "Little Prince of Clay" will become a joke.

For example, several years ago, a football reporter called the 2004 national Olympic men's football team a "super platinum generation," which became a laughing stock.

But journalists always like to exaggerate to attract attention.

"Not bad! Then you can get another 'Hard Court Prince' and a 'Grassland Prince' later!" Meng Hao shrugged and said with a smile, "An endless nesting doll!"

The "king" in "King of Clay" only reflects Nadal's dominance on clay courts, but it doesn't mean Nadal is handsome.

However, the "Little Prince" in "Little Prince of Clay" is different; it reflects both Meng Hao's skills and his good looks.

He's called the "Little Prince," how could he not be handsome?

Look at the football world, which of those nicknamed "Prince" doesn't have both skill and good looks?
Kaká, the "Prince of San Siro"; Totti, the "Prince of Rome"; Baggio, the "Prince of Melancholy"; Del Piero, the "Prince of Zebra"; Bokkamp, ​​the "Prince of Ice"; and Raúl, the "Prince of Madrid," among others!
Chen Yu was taken aback for a moment, thinking to himself that this young man was indeed quite talkative.

How are you feeling right now? Are you confident of winning the championship tomorrow?

"You call me the Little Prince of Clay, right? Can I say I lack confidence?"

"That's true!"

Chen Yu chuckled.

Meng Hao waved, slung his tennis bag over his shoulder, and walked into the players' tunnel.

He originally wanted to ask the reporter whether his entry into the final of this clay court professional tournament at the age of less than 18 would attract some sponsors who wanted to "win the lottery" and invest in him.

However, upon further reflection, Meng Hao realized that he wasn't particularly familiar with this CCTV reporter, so there was no need to discuss anything related to money.

Moreover, what connections and channels could a reporter who has just graduated from university possibly have?

On his way back, he took out his phone and sent a message to the class QQ group: Classmates, we have successfully made it to the finals!

Meng Hao's deskmate, Yan Cong, asked first, "Congratulations! But how much is the prize money for making it to the finals, and how much is the prize money for winning the championship?"

This guy really does care about money the most!

"The runner-up gets $1500, and the champion gets $2600!" Meng Hao replied truthfully.

Wow, so much money!

"Get rich, get rich!"

"I'm so envious!"

Many students chimed in with their comments.

"Tch, only this much money? That's too little!" The person who said this was Yan Cong.

No wonder he's a top-selling author on Future Start; his vision is truly exceptional.

"For Brother Cong, this is just small change!" "No problem!"

The students joked about it.

Meng Hao guessed that his deskmate was staring blankly at the "Top Online Writers List" every day, which was why he found the prize money so uninteresting.

"Meng Hao, do you need to pay taxes on this bonus?" Shen Rongyu, who had been lurking in the class group without saying a word, suddenly asked.

See, top students really do see things from a different perspective.

"Yes, 20% tax rate!" Meng Hao replied truthfully. "Whether domestic sports prize money is tax-exempt depends on the issuing department. Let me give you an example."

"For example, the prize money for the Olympic Games and Asian Games is distributed by the state, as well as by the provinces and municipalities; and the prize money for the National Games is distributed by the provinces and municipalities. These are tax-exempt."

He even did some research on it!

Because for events like the Olympics, Asian Games, and National Games, the organizers themselves do not set up prize money; the rewards are all provided by the government.

In addition, some world championships in individual sports offer prize money, but world champions recognized by the General Administration of Sport can apply for tax exemption.

Although the champions of the four Grand Slam tennis tournaments are also recognized as world champions by the General Administration of Sport, Meng Hao probably cannot be exempted from tax due to the extremely high prize money. How much prize money do world champions in other sports receive?

“I’ve also looked into it. The royalty rate is 11.2%, which is better than yours!” Meng Hao’s deskmate, Yan Cong, chimed in decisively.

Can this be compared?

And you haven't even started making money yet, and you're already eyeing this.

"I'm going to rest now, the competition is at 11 a.m. tomorrow!" Meng Hao replied, preparing to go diving.

"Wait a minute! Which country are our opponents tomorrow?" another student asked curiously.

"From South Korea, last year's Wimbledon junior runner-up! I'm really looking forward to this match!" After saying this, Meng Hao logged off.

From Rude to Medvedev, and now Chung Hyeon, he has encountered three famous generals from his previous life.

Of course, this is an adult professional competition, so it has a different meaning.

Meanwhile, the South Korean media, as always, maintained their arrogant nature.

Jung Hyeon has only just turned professional, and they're already praising him as "the next Kei Nishikori."

But then I thought about it again, and the CCTV reporter boasted that he was the "Little Prince of Red Soil," so it seems he's not far behind.

When Meng Hao arrived at the stadium, the sun was shining brightly and the temperature was at its highest point of the day.

Thanks to the presence of local players in the finals and the organizing committee's generous ticket giveaways, the 3000-seat stadium was completely full today.

Everyone is hoping that Meng Hao can win the championship!
It's not easy for a local player to win a clay court tournament, even a lower-level prospective tournament.

But the weather in Kunming is really good. It's been almost a week and we haven't seen many clouds.

Before the match even started, some spectators, presumably with complimentary tickets, couldn't withstand the midday sun and left early, since the stadium didn't have a roof.

The stadium, which was originally full, quickly had many empty seats.

At this moment, Meng Hao stood with his hands on his hips, wearing a tennis cap. Beneath his feet was a patch of bright red clay, and above him was a vast blue sky and a blazing sun.

It's really hot!
"I just want to ask one question: everyone says tennis is an aristocratic sport, but where exactly is it aristocratic? Look into my eyes and answer me!"

At this moment, South Korean player Chung Hyeon also walked to the opposite side of the field and was warming up.

How to describe this person? Dark-skinned, and his looks are nothing special.

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(End of this chapter)