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

But not everyone believed it. Some people laughed and hung up the phone after hearing him, while others asked him if he used Zimbabwean coins as a bonus.

The good thing is that there are a huge increase in people who are interested. At first, only twelve people said they would come to participate in the competition. After Wang Bo hung up the phone, at least thirty people expressed their interest.

After he finished the phone call, Oakley asked in difficulty: "I said, mayor, you won't really take out a million to make a bonus, right?"

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

"Ah?" Oakley was confused.

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

Oakley said confidently: "Doctor Iguodala is a miracle doctor. My lungs have not been fully recovered, but they have recovered more than 90%, and my abilities have been restored almost. Not to mention New Zealand, even if Australia is included, no one in the whole Oceania can defeat me!"

This is the confidence of the boxing champion, even if the fight has not started yet.

Wang Bo said: "Then this million is treated as my first gift to you. You can take it away and then play a higher-level boxing match through it."

Oakley was stunned, then said quietly: "One million dollars, this is a huge sum, and it is even enough to launch a professional boxer event."

"You go and get it! Tell the world boxing world that the former genius boy has returned and the boxing volcano has erupted again!"

Oakley once had a nickname called Volcanic Rock, and Wang Bo thought this nickname was very good.

Wang Bo contacted the town bank and gave out the one million dollars that day, and then asked the media for a quick publicity in Ao City, announcing that this amateur boxing match would provide millions of bonuses for the final winner.

At the end of June, the day before the competition began, the traffic of people in the town suddenly increased, and many of them came from luxury cars, and most of the people walking down were strong and tough.

The town government specially opened a new room as the boxer's registration office, with Elizabeth and Bowen in charge and Uncle Bing assisting.

In the center of this room, there is a table with an open safe on the table, and there are piles of brand new New New Zealand dollars, a full million!

There is nothing more exciting than this thing. Some contestants just wanted to come and explore the situation, but when they saw the cash, they immediately took out their IDs to prepare 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 and said that there were twenty people who signed up for the competition.

The competition was planned to invite 16 people, but now he was anxious and went down to supervise the matter in person. Too many people would not work. He had to reimburse the round trip and board expenses.

Besides, more than twenty boxers finally decided on the championship, which took too long.

"The limited conditions are either professional boxers who have retired for ten years, or boxing enthusiasts who have won awards in amateur competitions. Don't take everyone. What if someone dies in the boxing ring?" Wang Bo said angrily as he looked at the list.

At this time, there were still people who signed up. One of them was about 1.7 meters tall, with a thin figure, dark skin, noisy hair, and two beards. He looked like a New Zealand, Malaysia and Thai race. He had to be thirty or forty years old, and was carrying a backpack more like a homeless man.

Most of the boxers who signed up are tall and big, because this competition is an amateur competition. At first, they planned to warm up Oakley and find the feeling of the competition. The outcome doesn’t matter, so there is no grade, and they are definitely amateur among amateurs.

This is also the reason why Aquidan looks down on you. Boxers are not classified, so the genius will play with you.

Therefore, most of the people who come to participate in the competition are heavyweight players. The boxing sport is very strict. The featherweight world boxing champions play against heavyweight players. As long as the latter is slightly better, the former cannot withstand it.

The small middle-aged man was so eye-catching among a bunch of tall boxers. As soon as he came in, everyone looked over.

A black boxer sneered and said, "Hey, kid, who are you here to queue up for?"

The small middle-aged man smiled slightly, put his hands together and performed a Buddhist ritual: "Hello, I'm here to participate in the competition."

The person next to him looked at him condescendingly and curled his lips, "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 took out the police badge and hung it on his chest to warn everyone: "Don't cause trouble for me if you are on the horse. Whoever causes trouble will be cancelled, no one will be able to get the game! The travel expenses will not be reimbursed!"

The big men who were originally contemptuous of the small middle-aged man suddenly became honest.

Wang Bo raised the screening conditions, and someone shouted: "What's this? Farke, we're all here and you changed the rules again, are you playing with us?"

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

Some people wanted to make trouble, but looking at Wang Bo's hand that had been holding on the pistol and the strong and tough lion and tiger beast at the door, they did not dare to do so in the end.

The size and pressure of the lion and tiger beast are so terrifying!

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

Bao Wen showed him the rules, and Kuncha smiled and said, "Hello, I meet the rules. I have won the runner-up of the Surin Mansion Muay Thai Championship and have won awards in other competitions."

He took out some well-packed certificates and reports from his backpack. Wang Bo couldn't understand Thai, but Bao Wen looked at it and asked, "Have you ever fought with Bo Qiu?"

"Yes, Sulin Mansion Muay Thai Championship, Boqiushi Muay Thai champion, I am the runner-up in that class." Kuncha still smiled.

These certificates and reports have been around for a long time. 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, forty participating boxers were left behind, but there were hundreds of boxers coming to the town. Most of these people were unruly and irritable, and it was easy for them to get into trouble when they got together.

Wang Bo decided to strengthen security. He hired a group of Maori who were more irritable to be temporary security guards in the town, each of whom costs 200 yuan a day, just drive around in a car.

These Maori men are all big, full of tattoos, and some even wear old-fashioned hunting rifles in their cars, which look extremely violent.

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