Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Faced with the attentive Zhuyouzai, it is difficult for anyone to have the heart to refuse. This is his ability.

Dabao and Guo Yingnan looked at each other, then turned around and nodded at Zhuyouzai with a smile.

"Okay, thank Inspector Lei for me. We will be there on time tomorrow."

Zhuyouzai ran back happily, sat next to Lei Luo, and whispered the news to Lei Luo. Lei Luo smiled and nodded.

Lame Hao said in a low voice.

"Brother Luo, why are you flattering this guy? This guy can only fight a little, but can he beat a gun?"

Lei Luo said lightly.

"Yesterday, the Commissioner of Police announced two orders. One was the establishment of the Three Flags, with Chen Zhichao taking over as Chief Officer. The other was the addition of a Chief Chinese Inspector, appointed by Lan Jiang."

asked Lame Hao in confusion.

"Hasn't this been decided a long time ago? It's just announced in advance."

Zhuyouzi laughed.

"Brother Hao, do you know that the original order for the command of the three flags was written by Li Luofu, and the Chief Chinese Inspector was Yan Tong, but because of one person's words, the candidates for these two important positions were completely changed."

Lame Hao was shocked and asked quickly.

"Who has such great power? He can overturn everything that the foreigners have agreed upon."

Zhuyouzai looked at Bohao deeply and spoke in a very serious tone.

"It's this Young Master Qin Mingyue..."

Bo Hao opened his mouth wide but couldn't drink for a long time. He turned his head to look at Guo Yingnan, and suddenly his heart was filled with envy and jealousy.

……

A handsome mixed-race guy, wearing a suit and a bow tie, jumped onto the stage and started shouting wildly with the microphone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome here! This place is filled with blood, wildness, and miracles. This is the Chinese-Western Boxing Tournament. I am your host, Bob Jerson!"

The band in the audience started playing cheerful drums, which immediately livened up the atmosphere in the venue.

Bob covered the microphone and pretended to speak in a low voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you a little secret. Today, people from 28 Chinese martial arts schools are gathered here. What are they doing here? Is it a gang fight?"

No! They were here to fight, because the man who came today was no ordinary person. He came from mysterious Siberia, a land of ice and snow. His daily work was logging and wrestling with brown bears. It was said that his first wife was an 800-pound female bear, who he tortured to death. From then on, he was nicknamed "Bear-Slaughtering Mule Petrov!"

Following the host's voice, a two-meter-tall, broad-shouldered, and thick-waisted Western man, shirtless and wearing only boxing shorts, walked onto the ring. Simply put, without the comparison to Lian Hu, he was a giant, covered in golden hair, especially the chest hair that was more than a foot long.

His big beard was braided into small braids, and from a distance he looked like a big bear standing up. No wonder he was able to marry a female bear.

Petrov roared so loudly that the roof fell off, and the host pretended to be terrified and screamed.

"My God, is this still a human? Is this kind of power something humans can match? Look at the faces of these Chinese people in the audience, my God! A yellow person turned into a white person, is it really that magical?

So I'd like to ask, all the masters of the Chinese martial arts schools, are you ready? Who will be the first to meet the iron fist of the bear-killing mule?

The martial arts masters below the stage had very ugly expressions on their faces. They had no confidence in defeating such a big guy. Hong Zhennan looked around and sighed secretly. These martial arts masters were not teaching their disciples kung fu, but just teaching fancy moves.

He had no choice but to say.

"Master Liang, your Phoenix Eye Fist is small and tricky, specifically targeting acupuncture points. This foreigner is tall and strong, and certainly can't match your agility. Why don't you come up on stage and fight in the first round, to enhance the prestige of our Chinese people!"

Liang Yuebo, the owner of the Phoenix Eye Fist, slowly stood up and looked at the tall and strong Petrov. His legs trembled slightly. His Phoenix Eye Fist was indeed flexible, but he had no idea whether he could defeat this Russian strongman.

Dabao just took a glance and couldn't help but curl his lips and say something.

"It's so shameful! You can't even stand in a horse stance, and you still want to go on stage and fight."

Liang Yuebo walked to the front of the ring and stood on the platform more than a meter high. He slowly turned around and looked at Petrov, wondering if this foreigner's acupuncture points were the same as those of Chinese people. If they were different, it would be terrible.

When fighting in a ring, if you worry about losing before you think about winning, how can you fight like this?

The host Bob walked up to him and suddenly shouted with the microphone.

"My God! He's actually shaking? Am I seeing things? Chinese boxer, how did you have the confidence to go up on stage and fight Petrov? Aren't you afraid of death?"

Liang Yuebo calmed himself down. At this point, if he stuck his head out, he'd be stabbed. Damn it! Let's fight!

He pushed Bob away, took a lunge step, and pinched his hands into phoenix eyes, and he shouted.

"Phoenix Eye Fist Liang Yuebo, I've come to challenge you. Please teach me!"

The host, Bob, slapped him on the back of the head.

"Please teach me, mother! You don't even know the rules of fighting. Are you from the countryside? You idiot!"

Liang Yuebo was stunned at that time. He had never suffered such humiliation before. He stomped his feet in anger, jumped off the ring and left without looking back.

Not only were the people in the martial arts gym stunned, but even the foreigners in the VIP seats were stunned. What was going on? Before the fight even started, he was slapped away by the host? How could he be so fragile?

The host Bob laughed strangely and said stiffly in Chinese,

"I'm now talking about the rules of the fight. There are three rounds in total, and each round is usually three minutes long. The two sides fight for multiple rounds, and the winner is determined by knocking down the opponent or the referee, that is, me, stopping the fight!

That is to say, if I say stop, it must stop, and if I say don’t stop, the game continues…”

Hong Zhennan's expression became increasingly ugly. Qi Shanhe, the owner of Cailifo's restaurant beside him, frowned and whispered.

"Doesn't that mean the referee has the final say in the ring? When our guys are beating up foreigners, he can call a halt at any time, but when our guys are being beaten by foreigners, if he doesn't call a halt, won't our guys get beaten to death? This is so unfair."

Hong Zhennan gasped for breath and swallowed a mouthful of blood.

"There's nothing we can do. This is the rule in the Western arena. When dealing with foreigners, you have to fight quickly and decisively. Shanhe, this Russian strongman's weakness is in his head. If we keep attacking his head, we'll definitely win this fight."