"Knowing boxing?" Yang Qifeng had a faint surprise on his face, looking at a foreigner in front of him who was wearing a feigned suit, that is, a suit, but in today's era, he is still called a foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes.

"Yes, it's boxing," a foreigner accent Chinese said, looking at himself with a solemn expression.

"Second brother, you can show a few hands," the man standing next to Yang Qifeng pulled Yang Qifeng by the hand, signaling that the other party should not be offended.

Shaking his head, Yang Qifeng refused, and now, Yang Qifeng also figured out why he called himself, although he was the second young master in the mansion, he usually didn't care about things at all, and most of the time was spent practicing martial arts, usually everything was Yang Qifeng's eldest brother, and it was strange to be called Yang Qifeng this time, it turned out that he was going to perform that boxing technique.

Treat yourself like a monkey to this foreigner, but it is a strong insult to Yang Qifeng's self-esteem, the foreigner has a very high status in the Qing Dynasty this year, especially the British foreigner, this one has a very high status as one of the members of the East India Company, but it is not in Yang Qifeng's eyes, this is just a dream world, as a person in the real world, he naturally has a sense of arrogance.

"Only kill the enemy, don't perform," Yang Qifeng didn't want his father in this life to be difficult, and said in a deep voice.

"Only kill the enemy, don't perform," the duke's foreigner muttered, and finally looked at Yang Qifeng, and then continued; "No problem, I do have some black slaves that I can use as sparring partners,"

The duke's foreigner commanded a few words, and soon a black man with a bracelet and anklet was escorted over step by step, the black man was extremely majestic, Yang Qifeng was originally one meter eight tall, he was not short, he was burly, but this black man was a head taller than Yang Qifeng, about two meters tall, wearing shorts, ** upper body, muscles puffed up, shorts were dirty, I don't know what mess was filled, as the black man approached, a foul smell came out.

"Second brother, you really know how to joke, what only kills the enemy, doesn't perform, and doesn't play a set of boxing skills for the duke," The man standing next to Yang Qifeng saw the burly figure of the black man, and his face changed, but in the end, it was a person who had experienced the wind and waves, and he covered it up very well, and his head turned quickly, signaling his little brother to soften.

For him, his younger brother, although he has loved all kinds of martial arts since he was a child, and has invited many masters to teach, he is praised for his talent, and he is rare in the world to boast, and he is not less in favor, but he has never taken it seriously in his heart, the Yang family's huge family background, it is not an exaggeration to call him a brocade cloth and jade food, and some masters in Shangfu, in his opinion, are just words that slap horses, and this black man is a head taller than his brother, not to mention, his thighs are not as thick as the other party's arms, which is enough to see the gap and let the other party as a sparring partner, Isn't this looking for death?

"There's no need to compensate for killing him," Yang Qifeng looked at the duke's foreigner and said flatly.

"No, not only do I not have to compensate, I can even call the shots, after the completion of the railway this time, the shares will be given to you one percent," the duke's foreigner seemed to have heard something incredible, looking at Yang Qifeng's expression, as if he was looking at a mental illness, such a strong black slave, killing this yellow-skinned monkey is a very easy thing, not to mention that his own black slave is not a simple character.

He was a gladiator, a gladiator who won the Triple Crown, and he bought him, but it cost him 10,000 pounds, and the annual income of an ordinary man in London was only 100 to 200 pounds, and the price of a black slave was enough to hire a servant to work for him for a lifetime.

What kind of boxing skills, but it's just some blind comparisons, he looked at a blonde young man beside him, if it weren't for Little John, who was always noisy to see, he wouldn't have this idle time.

"Let's set up a note first," Yang Qifeng heard that one percent of the railway shares, and immediately had an idea, the railway is a kind of thing, he is not the Great Heavenly Empire, and the monopoly operation will lose money every year, the railway in this era represents a steady stream of profits, otherwise how can foreigners contribute money and efforts to help you build the railway, a group of mercenary foreigners, if there is no money to make, they will have kicked you away.

One percent of the railway, don't look at the shares are very small, but really calculated, not a lot at all, like in today's era, railway trains, this is still the most advanced science.

"Second brother, you are too presumptuous," Yang Qifeng's cheap father scolded Yang Qifeng, and then said to the duke with an apology; "Forget this matter, if the Duke wants to see boxing, I will go and ask Master Liu in a while and let him perform in the house," looking at where the black man was standing, the fierce aura on his body, Yang Qifeng's cheap father, he didn't want Yang Qifeng to practice with the other party at all, faintly revealing a breath, Yang Qifeng's cheap father, how could he not feel it, this wealth was also killed, this is bloody, it can't be hidden from him, this black man has a lot of lives in his hands.

"What do you think of this Mr. Yang?" Facing Yang Qifeng, the duke's foreigner showed a smug look, obviously very satisfied with his spending of 10,000 pounds.

"It's time for the Duke to draw up a contract," Yang Qifeng said flatly.

"I have to add one condition," said the Duke.

"Say?" Yang Qifeng said.

"It's not easy to take one percent of my shares in the railway, if you want to gamble with him, you have to be prepared to be killed," the duke's eyes turned, looking at Yang Qifeng's confident expression, exuding strong confidence, and couldn't help but lack confidence in the black slave, if the black slave was allowed to stay, it was very likely that an accident would occur.

"What shares does the second child want," whether it was Yang Qifeng's eldest brother or father, they were all nervous, it was just a performance, but it was a life-and-death fight, how could this not make the two nervous.

"Yes," Yang Qifeng gave the two of them a reassuring look, and then spoke.

"I admire your guts," the Duke beckoned to his secret technique to be drawn up, and soon a contract was freshly written.

After the two sides signed, it already had an effect, Yang Qifeng ignored the two people with ugly faces, although there was no notary public in this contract, but although the status of this one was very high, but in the Qing Dynasty, he still did not dare to offend the Yang family.

"Bazak, as long as you can win this time, I will let you go back to your hometown to see your family," said the Duke in a deep voice in front of the black man.