Wang Bo called one by one to inform him that this time the gold belt winner would also get a bonus of 1 million. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

However, not everyone believed it, some people hung up the phone after hearing him laugh twice, and others asked him if he used Zimbabwean dollars as a bonus.

The good thing is that the number of interested people has increased significantly, at first only twelve people said they would come to participate in the competition, and when Wang Bo hung up the phone, at least thirty expressed interest.

After he finished calling, Oakley asked with difficulty: "I said mayor, you won't really take out a million as a bonus, will you?" ”

Wang Bo looked at him and said, "One million for myself, I have no pressure." ”

"Huh?" Oakley was at a loss.

Wang Bodao: "I heard your coach say that there is no boxer in New Zealand who is your opponent!" This boxer is actually a warm-up match for you, and it is also a bridge for you to return to the world boxing world. ”

Oakley said confidently: "Dr. Iguodala is a miracle doctor, my lungs have not fully recovered, but more than 90% have recovered, and my ability has almost recovered, not to mention New Zealand, even if you count Australia, no one in the whole of Oceania can beat me!" ”

That's the confidence of a boxing champion, even if he hasn't started yet.

Wang Bodao: "Then this million will be my first gift to you, you go and take it, and then use it to fight a higher-level boxing match." ”

Oakley was stunned for a moment, then said, "One million New Zealand dollars, that's a lot of money, and it's even enough to start a tournament made up of professional boxers." ”

"You go get it! Tell the world boxing world that the former genius boy is back, and the boxing volcano has erupted again! ”

Oakley used to have a nickname for Volcanic Rock, which Wang Bo thought was very good.

Wang Bo contacted the town's bank, and the NZ$1 million was withdrawn on the same day, and then the media in Aocheng made a quick publicity, announcing that the amateur boxing match would offer a million prize money to the eventual winner.

At the end of June, the day before the start of the race, the traffic in the town increased suddenly, and many of them came in luxury cars, and most of the people who walked down were strong and fierce people.

The town government deliberately opened a new room as a registration office for boxers, with Elizabeth and Bowen in charge and Uncle Bing assisting.

In the middle of the room was a table with an open safe containing a stack of brand-new New Zealand dollars, a million dollars!

It doesn't get much more exciting than this, and some of the contestants just wanted to find out, but when they saw the cash, they immediately pulled out their credentials and prepared to participate in the competition.

Wang Bo knew that this would be the result, but he still underestimated the charm of a million, and Elizabeth reported to him, saying that the number of people who had signed up for the competition was now twenty.

A total of sixteen people were going to be invited to the game, and now he was in a hurry, so he hurried down to personally supervise this matter, and there were too many people, so he had to reimburse the round-trip travel expenses and accommodation expenses.

Besides, more than 20 boxers finally decided the championship, which was too long.

"The qualification, either a professional boxer - within ten years of retirement, or a boxing enthusiast who has won an award in an amateur competition, don't take everyone, what if someone dies in the ring?" Wang Bo looked at the list and said angrily.

At this time, there were still people who came to sign up, one of them was a small man of about 1.7 meters, with a thin body, dark skin, noisy hair, and two mustaches.

Most of the boxers who came to sign up were tall, because this competition was an amateur competition, and at first it was intended to warm up Oakley and find a feeling for the game, and it didn't matter if they won or lost, so they were not even classified, and they were definitely amateurs among amateurs.

This is also the reason why Aquitaine can't look down on it, boxers are not graded, and ghosts play with you.

Therefore, most of the people who come to participate in the competition are heavyweights, and the sport of boxing is very strictly classified, and the featherweight world champion is against the heavyweight, as long as the latter is slightly better, the former can't carry it.

The small middle-aged man was too eye-catching in a crowd of tall boxers, and as soon as he came in, everyone looked over.

A black boxer sneered, "Hey, kid, are you here to sign up for someone?" ”

The little middle-aged man smiled slightly, folded his hands and made a Buddhist salute: "Hello, I'm here to participate in the competition." ”

The person next to him looked at him condescendingly, pouted, "You're here to die, right?" Maybe I'll send you all the way first? Let you see what brutal boxing is? ”

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was not good, Wang Bo took out his police badge and hung it on his chest to warn everyone: "Don't make trouble for Lao Tzu, whoever causes trouble will be disqualified from the competition, and you won't get a penny!" Travel expenses are not reimbursed! ”

The big men who were originally disdainful of the little middle-aged suddenly became honest.

Wang Bo put forward the screening conditions, and suddenly someone shouted: "What is this?" Fack, we're all here and you're changing the rules again, playing us? ”

Lao Wang ignored him, took out a pistol and hung it on his waist to deter these people, and then firmly implemented the new screening conditions.

Some people wanted to make trouble, but looking at Wang Bo's hand on the pistol and the strong and sturdy lion and tiger beast at the door, they didn't dare to do it in the end.

The size and coercion of the liger beast are terrifying!

After the new screening conditions came out, more than half of the people in the room who signed up suddenly left, but the small middle-aged man walked up and said, "I want to sign up, Khunchak Bayu, ancestral home in Surin Province, Thailand......"

Bowen showed him the rules, and Quincha smiled, "Hello, I meet the rules, I have won the runner-up in the Surin Muay Thai tournament and won other competitions." ”

He took out some well-packaged certificates and reports from his backpack, Wang Bo couldn't read Thai, but Bowen looked at one and asked, "Have you ever fought in the ring with Boqiu?" ”

"Yes, in the Surin Muay Thai Tournament, Bo Qiu is the Muay Thai champion, and I was the runner-up of that year." Kuncha was still smiling.

These certificates and reports are old, certificates can be faked, but news reports should not be faked, so Wang Bo nodded and had to accept this middle-aged man.

In the end, 40 fighters were selected, but there were hundreds of boxers who came to the town, and most of them were rebellious and short-tempered, and it was easy to get into trouble when they gathered together.

Wang Bo decided to step up security, and he hired a group of more grumpy Maori as temporary security guards in the town, each with 200 yuan a day, just driving around.

These Maori men were all big, tattooed, and some even wore old-fashioned shotguns in their cars, which looked extremely violent.

On the night of the 30th, the quite big-name Aquitaine Marcus arrived, Wang Bo wanted to see how awesome the real person was, and he was disappointed when he saw it: this guy didn't even have a bodyguard, he was a fart boxing star. (To be continued.) )