Wang Bo called each one to inform them that this time the winner of the gold belt would also receive a bonus of one million.
But not everyone believed it. Some people laughed twice after hearing what he said and hung up the phone. Some people asked him if he used Zimbabwean currency to make bonuses.
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. By the time Wang Bo hung up the phone, at least thirty people expressed interest.
After he finished the call, Oakley asked with difficulty: "Mayor, you won't really give out one million as a bonus, will you?"
Wang Bo looked at him and said: "I have no pressure to give one million to my own people."
"Huh?" Oakley was confused.
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 chosen for you, and it is also a bridge for you to return to the world boxing ring."
Oakley said confidently: "Dr. Iguodala is a miracle doctor. My lungs have not fully recovered, but they have recovered more than 90%, and my abilities have almost recovered. Not to mention New Zealand, even if it counts Go to Australia and no one in the whole of Oceania can beat me!”
This is the self-confidence of a boxing champion, even before the fight begins.
Wang Bodao: "Then this one million should be regarded as the first gift I give you. You go and take it, and then use it to fight in a higher-level boxing match."
Oakley was startled, and then said nonchalantly: "One million New Zealand dollars, this is a huge sum of money, even enough to launch a tournament consisting of professional boxers."
"Go get it! Tell the world boxing world that the former genius boy is back and the boxing volcano has erupted again!"
Oakley once had a nickname called Lava Rock, which Wang Bo thought was a good nickname.
Wang Bo contacted the bank in the town and withdrew one million New Zealand dollars on the same day. He then went to the media in Olympic City 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 competition started, the flow of people in the town suddenly increased. Many of them came in luxury cars, and most of the people who got out of them 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.
There is a table in the center of the room. On the table is an open safe. Inside are stacks of brand new New Zealand dollars, a million!
There is nothing more exciting than this thing. Some contestants originally just wanted to check out the situation, but when they saw the cash, they immediately took out their IDs and prepared to participate in the competition.
Wang Bo knew that this would be the result, but he still underestimated the charm of one million. Elizabeth reported to him that there were currently twenty people who had signed up to participate in the competition.
A total of sixteen people were planned to be invited to the competition. Now he was impatient and hurried down to supervise the matter in person. It would not work if there were too many people. He had to reimburse the round trip expenses, food and accommodation expenses.
Besides, it took too long for more than twenty boxers to finally decide the champion.
"The qualification is either a professional boxer who has retired within ten years, or a boxing enthusiast who has won awards in amateur competitions. Don't accept anyone. What if someone is killed in the boxing ring?" Wang Bo He looked at the list and said angrily.
At this time, there were still people coming to sign up. One of them was a little man about 1.7 meters tall. He was thin, dark-skinned, with messy hair, and a mustache. He looked like he was of the East Asian, Malay, and Thai race. He must be 3 or 4 years old. Ten years old, carrying a backpack more like a homeless person.
Most of the boxers who came to sign up were tall and tall. Because this competition was an amateur event, the original intention was to warm up Oakley and get a feel for the competition. It didn't matter whether he won or lost, so there was no classification. He was definitely an amateur among amateurs.
This is also the reason why Aquitan looks down on him. Boxers are not classified, but ghosts play with you.
Therefore, most of the people who come to participate in the competition are heavyweight boxers. The classification of boxing is very strict. The featherweight world boxing champion will face the heavyweight boxer. As long as the latter is slightly better, the former will not be able to handle it.
The little middle-aged man stood out among a bunch of tall boxers. As soon as he came in, everyone looked over.
One black boxer laughed sarcastically: "Hey, kid, who are you here to queue up for?"
The little middle-aged man smiled slightly, put his hands together and made a Buddhist salute: "Hello, I'm here to participate in the competition."
The person next to him looked at him condescendingly and curled his lips and said: "You are here to die, right? Maybe I will send you on your way first? Let you see 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: "Everyone, please don't cause trouble for me. Whoever causes trouble will be disqualified from the competition and will not get a penny! Travel expenses will not be reimbursed! "
The big men who were originally disdainful of the small middle-aged man suddenly became honest.
Wang Bo put forward the screening conditions, and someone immediately shouted: "What is this? Fake, we are all here and you change the rules to play with us?"
Lao Wang ignored him, took out a pistol and hung it on his waist to scare these people, and then firmly implemented the new screening conditions.
Some people wanted to cause trouble, but looking at Wang Bo's hand that was always on the pistol and the strong and fierce liger at the door, they finally did not dare to do so.
The size and power of the liger are so terrifying!
After the new screening conditions came out, more than half of the people who signed up in the room left immediately, but a small middle-aged man came up and said: "I want to sign up, Kuncha Bayu, my ancestral home is Surin Province, Thailand..."
Bowen showed him the rules, and Kuncha smiled and said: "Hello, I comply with the rules. I once won the runner-up in the Surin Muay Thai Tournament, and won awards in 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 played in the ring with Buakaw?"
"Yes, in the Surin Muay Thai competition, Buakaw was the Muay Thai champion and I was the runner-up." 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 no choice but to accept this middle-aged man.
The final screening left forty boxers, but there were hundreds of boxers who came to the town. Most of these people were unruly and bad-tempered, and it was easy for things to get into trouble when they gathered together.
Wang Bo decided to strengthen security. He hired a group of Maori people with more bad tempers to serve as temporary security guards in the town. Each person paid two hundred yuan a day, just driving around in his car.
These Maori men are big, covered in tattoos, and some even have old-fashioned shotguns hanging in their cars. They look extremely violent.
On the night of the 30th, the big-name Aquitaine Marcus arrived. Wang Bo wanted to see how awesome the real person was, but was disappointed when he saw it: This guy doesn't even have a bodyguard, he's just a shitty boxing star. ()). If you like this work, you are welcome to vote at Qidian.com (). Your support is my biggest motivation. Please come. )