641. 626. Boxers Gather (2/5)

Chapter 641 626. Boxers Gather (25)

Wang Bo called one by one to inform that the winner of the gold belt this time will also get a bonus of one million.

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

The good thing is that the number of interested people increased greatly. At first, only twelve people expressed their interest in participating in the competition. After Wang Bo hung up the phone, at least thirty people expressed their interest.

After he finished the call, Oakley asked with difficulty: "I said mayor, you won't really give out one million as a bonus, will you?"

Wang Bo looked at him and said, "Give one million to my own people, and I have no pressure."

"Huh?" Oakley was at a loss.

Wang Bodao: "I heard from your coach 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 they have recovered more than 90%, and my ability has almost recovered. Let alone New Zealand, even if it is counted Go to Australia, no one in Oceania can beat me!"

This is the confidence of a boxing champion, even before the fight has started.

Wang Bo said: "Then this one million is my first gift to you, you go and take it, and then use it to fight higher-level boxing matches."

Oakley was taken aback, and then he said, "One million New Zealand dollars, this is a huge amount of money, even enough to start a match consisting of professional boxers."

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

Oakley used to be nicknamed Volcanic Rock, and Wang Bo thought it was a good nickname.

Wang Bo contacted the bank in the town, and one million New Zealand dollars was withdrawn on the same day, and then he found the media in Aocheng for a quick publicity, announcing that this amateur boxing match would provide a million dollar bonus to the final winner.

At the end of June, the day before the start of the competition, the flow of people in the town increased suddenly. Many of them came in luxury cars, and most of the people who got off were strong and fierce men.

The town government specially opened a new room as a registration office for boxers, Elizabeth and Bowen were in charge, and Uncle Bing assisted.

In the middle of the room was a table with an open safe, and inside it were stacks of brand new New Zealand dollars, a full million!

There is nothing more exciting than this thing. Some contestants who came just to check the situation, but when they saw the cash, they immediately pulled out their IDs and prepared to participate in the competition.

Wang Bo knew it would be like this, but he still underestimated the charm of a million dollars. Elizabeth reported to him, saying that there are currently twenty people who signed up for the competition.

A total of sixteen people were going to be invited to the competition, and now he was impatient, so he hurried down to supervise the matter in person, even if there were too many people, he had to reimburse the round-trip travel expenses, board and lodging expenses.

Besides, it took too long for more than twenty boxers to finally decide the champion.

"The limit is, either a professional boxer—retired within ten years, or a boxing enthusiast who has won awards in amateur competitions. Don't accept everyone. What if someone dies in the boxing ring?" Wang said. Bo looked at the list and said angrily.

At this time, there are still people who come to sign up. One of them is a small man of about 1.7 meters, with a thin body, dark skin, messy hair, and two mustaches. Ten years old, more like a homeless man with a backpack on his back.

Most of the boxers who came to sign up were tall and big, because this time the match was an amateur match, and at first they intended to warm up Oakley and find out the feeling of the match.

This is also the reason why Aquidan doesn't like it. Boxers are not graded, and ghosts will play with you.

Therefore, most of the people who come to participate in the competition are heavyweights. Boxing is a sport with strict classification. The featherweight world champion will face a heavyweight boxer. As long as the latter is a little better, the former will not be able to handle it.

The small, middle-aged man stood out among a group of tall and burly fighters. As soon as he came in, everyone looked over.

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

The small, middle-aged man smiled slightly, clasped his palms together and made a Buddhist salute: "Hi, I'm here to participate in the competition."

The person next to him looked down at him, curled his lips and said, "Are you here to die? Maybe I will send you all the way first? Let me show you what cruel 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 cause trouble for me. Anyone who causes trouble will be disqualified from the competition, and they will not get a penny! Travel expenses will not be reimbursed!"

The big men who had been contemptuous of the small middle-aged people suddenly became honest.

Wang Bo brought up the selection criteria, and someone immediately shouted: "What is this? Fake, we are all here, and you changed the rules again, playing us?"

Lao Wang ignored him, took out a pistol and hung it on his waist to frighten 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 liger at the door, they didn't dare to do so in the end.

The size and coercion of the ligers are too terrifying!

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

Bowen showed him the rules, and Kuncha smiled and said, "Hello, I comply with the rules. I have won the runner-up in the Surin Muay Thai Championship, and I have won awards in other competitions."

He took out some well-packed certificates and reports from his backpack. Wang Bo couldn't read Thai, but after reading one, Bo Wen asked, "Have you ever fought with Buakaw?"

"Yes, in the Surin House Muay Thai Championship, Buakaw was the Muay Thai champion, and I was the runner-up in that session." Kun Cha was still smiling.

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

In the end, forty boxers were selected to participate, but there were hundreds of boxers who came to the town. Most of these people were unruly and hot-tempered, and it was easy to cause accidents when they gathered together.

Wang Bo decided to strengthen security. He hired a group of even more violent Maori as temporary security guards in the town. Each person paid 200 yuan a day, and all he had to do was drive around.

These big Maori guys are big, tattooed, and some even have old-fashioned shotguns hanging in the car, looking extremely violent.

On the night of the 30th, Aquidan Marcus, who is quite famous, came. Wang Bo wanted to see how awesome the real person was, but he was disappointed when he saw it: This guy doesn't even have a bodyguard, he's a boxing star.