Chapter 626: . Boxers gather (2/5)

Wang Bo called one by one to inform him that this time the belt winner will also get a million yuan bonus.
But not everyone believed it. Some people hung up after hearing him laugh, and some people asked him if he would use Zimbabwe coins as a bonus.
Fortunately, the number of interested people increased greatly. At first, only twelve people indicated that they would come to participate in the competition. When Wang Bo hung up the phone, at least thirty people showed interest.
When he finished the phone call, Oakley asked difficultly: "I said the mayor, wouldn't you really give up a million for the bonus?"
Wang Bo looked at him and said, "I give one million to myself, and I have no pressure."
"Ah?" Oakley was blank.
Wang Bodao: "I heard your coach said that there is no boxer in New Zealand as your opponent! This time, the boxer is actually a warm-up match for you and a bridge for you to return to the world of boxing."
Oakley said confidently: "Dr. Iguodala is a theologian, and my lungs have not fully recovered, but they have recovered more than 90%, and my ability has recovered almost. Upper Australia, no one in Oceania can beat me! "
This is the self-confidence of the boxer, even if he has not yet started.
Wang Bo said: "The million will be my first gift to you. Go and take it, and then use it to play a higher level boxing match."
Oakley froze, then said, "One million dollars, this is a huge sum, even enough to launch a professional boxer tournament."
"Go and get it in your hands! Tell the world boxing world that the former genius boy is back, and the boxing world volcano has erupted again!"
Oakley once had a nickname for volcanic rocks, and Wang Bo thought it was a good nickname.
Wang Bo contacted the town's bank, and raised one million New Zealand dollars that day. Then he went to the media in Austria to conduct a quick publicity, and announced that this amateur boxing match will provide millions of prizes to the final winner.
At the end of June, the day before the start of the race, the traffic flow in the town increased sharply. Many of them were luxury cars. Most of the people who came down were strong and tough men.
The town government deliberately opened a new room as the boxer's registration office. Elizabeth and Bowen were in charge, and Uncle Bing assisted.
There is a table in the middle of this room. On the table is an open safe. Inside is a stack of brand new coins, which is a million!
There is nothing more exciting than this stuff. Some participants just wanted to explore the situation, but when they saw the cash, they immediately took out their documents to participate in the competition.
Wang Bo knew this would happen, but he still underestimated the charm of one million. Elizabeth gave him a report, saying that there are currently 20 people registered for the competition.
A total of sixteen people were planned to be invited to the competition. He was anxious at once, and hurried down to personally supervise the matter. There were too many people.
Besides, more than 20 boxers finally decided the championship, and that time was too long.
"Limited conditions are either within ten years of retiring professional boxers or boxing enthusiasts who have won awards in amateur competitions. Don't pick everyone up. What if there is a life on the boxing ring?" The list said angrily.
At this time, some people still came to apply. One of them was a small man of about one meter, with a thin body, dark skin, and noisy hair. He had a moustache and looked like it was East Asian New Matai. At ten, carrying a backpack is more like a tramp.
Most of the boxers who come to sign up are tall and big. Because this game is an amateur game, at first it was intended to warm up Oakley and find the feeling of the game.
This is also why Aguidan looks down on it. Boxers don't rank, so ghosts play with you.
Therefore, most of the players who come to participate in the competition are heavyweight players. The sport of boxing is very strict. The featherweight world champion is against heavyweight boxers. As long as the latter is slightly better, the former can't bear it.
The small middle-aged man was too eye-catching among a group of boxers with huge horses. When he came in, everyone looked at it.
A black boxer laughed mockingly: "Hey kid, who are you coming to line up for?"
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and folded his hands in a Buddhist ceremony: "Hello, I'm here to compete."
The man next to him looked down at him and pouted, "Are you here to die? Maybe I'll send you all the way first? Let you see what cruel boxing is?"
Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was not good, Wang Bo pulled out the police badge and hung them on the chest to warn everyone: "Don't step on the horse and don't cause trouble to Lao Tzu, whoever causes trouble will be disqualified from the competition, you won't get a penny! The travel expenses will not be reimbursed!"
The big men who had been scornful of the small middle-aged people were honest.
Wang Bo raised the selection criteria, and someone suddenly shouted, "What is this? Fack, we are all here. You change the rules and play with us?"
Pharaoh ignored him, pulled out a pistol and hung it on his waist to deter these people, and then firmly implemented the new screening conditions.
Some people want to make trouble, but look at the hand that Wang Bo has been supporting on the pistol and the strong and sturdy lion and tiger beast at the door, they did not dare to do so in the end.
The size and coercion of lion and tiger beasts is too scary!
After the new screening conditions came out, the people who signed up for the room suddenly walked more than half, but the small middle-aged man came up and said, "I want to sign up, Khuncha-Baba, the ancestral home of Surin, Thailand ..."
Bowen showed him the rules and Kun Cha smiled. "Hello, I am in compliance with the rules. I once won the runner-up in the Muay Thai Championship of Surin House, and won other awards."
He took out some well-wrapped certificates and reports from his backpack. Wang Bo couldn't understand Thai, but Bowen asked after seeing one: "Have you hit the stage with Boqiu?"
"Yes, Muay Thai in Surin, Muay Thai is the king of Muay Thai. I was the runner-up in that session." Kuncha still smiled.
These certificates and reports are years old. Certificates can be faked, but news reports should not be faked, so Wang Bo nodded and had to accept the middle-aged man.
In the final screening, there were forty participating boxers, but there were hundreds of boxers who came to the town. Most of them were bad-tempered and grumpy, and it was easy to get together.
Wang Bo decided to strengthen security. He hired a group of more irritable Māori people to be temporary security officers in the town. Each person cost 200 yuan a day, as long as he drove around in the car.
These big Maori men are big, covered with tattoos, and some even have vintage shotguns in their cars, which look extremely violent.
On the evening of the 30th, the big-name Aguidan Marcus arrived. Wang Bo wanted to see how many people lived, and was disappointed when he saw it: This guy doesn't even have a bodyguard, he's a fart boxing star. (To be continued.)