The boxing ring, which is one meter long and one meter wide, was quickly built, with pillars erected at four corners, and the columns were connected by ropes of one foot thick, and a thin layer of felt nailed to the tabletop.

Anyway, it's probably just that, just be sure to make a big difference. If you need to change anything in the future, you can change it at any time.

Yang Shaofeng sat calmly under the boxing ring and smiled at Zhu Zhanji next to him, "It will start in a while, take a look."

Zhu Zhanji rubbed his forehead and said helplessly: "You like to watch those Kunlun slaves punching. You can just watch it yourself, why do you have to pull me? My son just learned to call people these days, isn't it more important than watching this broken boxing match?"

Yang Shaofeng spat and said, "Your bastard son, I hugged him and asked him to call him uncle, but he peed all over me. Do you still have the face to mention it? Besides, this boxing game is all about money. If you don't care about money, you have to make some money for your son, right?"

Zhu Zhanji looked at Yang Shaofeng as if he was looking at a fool: "I need to make money for my son? Don't I have one of your messy workshops?"

Yang Shaofeng said: "Can we not mention the workshop?"

Zhu Zhanji said: "Okay. Is there a share of the business in the border city?"

Yang Shaofeng said: "Can we not mention the border city?"

Zhu Zhanji laughed and said, "Okay. Do I have a hundred sets in my hand in the yard of Shuntian Mansion?"

Yang Shaofeng looked at Zhu Zhanji and said, "I don't want to talk to you. I want to watch the boxing match now. This is the first boxing champion competition, so you must not miss it."

Zhu Zhanji felt even more upset: "Can you pay attention to your words? It's okay if you say boxing champions or something in the folk, but this word comes from your mouth. How much do you hate these Kunlun slaves for not being dead?"

Zheng He next to him suddenly replied: "It's okay, there are so many things in West Kunlun. I'll catch them all if I die. Speaking of which, our family is also very curious. These Kunlun slaves are stupid. What should they look like when they punch?"

Below the boxing ring, while Yang Shaofeng and others were talking, a translator was already standing in the boxing ring, his red face seemed a little embarrassed. He first gave a bow to the boxing ring, then took a deep breath and said loudly: "In this game, the two sides against him are Holyfield from West Kunlun and Tyson from West Kunlun!"

Zhu Zhanji, who was under the boxing ring, looked at the red face with a curious look at the translation, and then turned his eyes to Yang Shaofeng: "Is this what you thought of?"

Yang Shaofeng nodded and said, "As for the game, of course, you have to report both sides' physical data and record, so that you can make bets, right? But it will be much easier in the future. Just stick it outside the boxing gym before the game starts, and then make bets."

At this time, the general interpreter in the ring whispered loudly: "Hollyfield weighs 205 kilograms, is eight feet tall, has a record of zero wins and zero losses. Tyson weighs 200 kilograms, is also eight feet tall, has a record of zero wins and zero losses! Now, players from both sides are invited to the court!"

Zhu Zhanji suddenly realized that he had no face to look at him anymore - two Kunlunnu, who were naked on the upper body and also in shorts on the lower body, walked in from both directions of the boxing ring, only one was wearing blue shorts and the other was wearing red shorts.

With a tinging bell, Tyson and Holyfield rushed towards each other, while Tongzhi stayed in the boxing ring and explained the two sides from time to time.

"Oh, it's a pity that Tyson's left hook didn't hit Holyfield. Everyone may not be familiar with Tyson, but I can tell you very responsibly that he can kill a cow with one punch! If that punch just now, Lewis would definitely not have a good time."

"Hollyfield is very smart. He avoided Tyson's heavy punch! Look, he was pushing Tyson with his head. Due to the rules, Tyson could not attack him!"

"Get into your mother's crook!" (The ancients really had this kind of curse!)

The general ethics suddenly cursed and sweared, then rushed up and opened Tyson and Holyfield, and shouted loudly to the underside of the boxing ring: "Tyson bit Holyfield's ear!"

I have to admit that although Zhu Zhanji thinks that Tyson and Holyfield are just like that, and the so-called boxing match is not very good, this kind of scene of fist-fisting, muscles and sweat flying is still very impactful.

Even Zheng He next to him clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes that looked at the ring were covered with red bloodshot, which seemed to be wishing he could go on stage to do boxing himself.

Yang Shaofeng looked at Zhu Zhanji, then looked at Zheng He, and then said with a smile: "How is it?"

Zhu Zhanji snorted, "Just these two fools, you can kill them if you find two in the Jinwu Guard."

Yang Shaofeng shook his head and said, "What you are talking about is on the battlefield, but not on this boxing ring. There are no rules on the battlefield. There are many restrictions on the boxing ring. If you are an ordinary person, you will probably only be beaten to death by them."

Zheng He nodded and said, "The fists of these two Kunlun slaves are indeed very heavy. I just observed it. If the ring hits an ordinary person, it would probably be a life."

After saying that, Zheng He thought carefully: "No, these Kunlun slaves are tall and big, with heavy fists, but they are still lazy and stupid. If they turn back, they will be troubled."

Yang Shaofeng stared at the boxing match that started again in the boxing ring and said disregardlessly: "The Kunlun slaves who are boxing are very careful and will kill them if they dare to make trouble. As for the remaining ones who are left to be used as laborers, let Wuxin and Lao Bei work hard and directly remove the trouble roots, and it will be fine."

In the boxing ring, the clock was ringing again. Tyson and Holyfield walked to two corners of the boxing ring respectively. A group of people rushed up and handed water and wiped sweat, which looked quite lively.

Zhu Zhanji looked at the doctor who took the pulse and checked the body of the two, and asked, "Do you want to be so exaggerated? Just a punch, you still need the doctor to take the pulse? I remember what you said is that there are several rounds in each game. Do you mean that they have to take the pulse every round?"

Yang Shaofeng nodded and said, "That's natural. These are all treasures like fortune-telling boys. If you hit two punches, it will be completely ruined. What should you do in the future? Will you throw them onto the construction site?

Now a doctor takes their pulse for them. Once they find that they can't hold on, they can stop the game in time and wait until they recover and then play another game."

Zheng He couldn't help but feel a little envious: "One person is one doctor. When our family went to sea, there were not many medical officers in the entire fleet."

Yang Shaofeng laughed, but there was an indescribable meaning hidden in his laughter: "Look at those who play cockfighting, which one is not serving cockfighting well?"

After saying that, Yang Shaofeng turned his head and said to Xu Jingchang, who was sitting behind Zhu Zhanji, and said, "How much did the Duke just bet?"

Xu Jingchang said with a gloomy face: "I bet Tyson, one hundred taels. I saw that Tyson was stronger than the one Huo De, so I bet a little more. Now it seems that this one with the surname Tai may not win the one with the surname Huo."

Yang Shaofeng nodded, turned his head to Zhu Zhanji and said, "I heard that, Duke Dingguo is detaining 100 taels. How much do you think the others will detain?"

Xu Jingchang looked at Yang Shaofeng with a bad expression - it would be fine if he treated himself as a sheep Gu, but now he is still discussing how to slaughter more sheep Gu in front of his own...

Yang Shaofeng chuckled and said, "Actually, I bet Tyson 100 taels. In the end, it doesn't matter whether these Tai people can win or those named Huo can win. If you win, you will earn some money and go home. If you lose, you will also use this money to build bridges, pave roads and build schools. This is a great thing accumulated by doing good deeds!"

Zhu Zhanji chuckled: "I can't talk about these messy truths. But, have you ever thought about it?"

Yang Shaofeng said: "What else is there?"

Zhu Zhanji said: "The Kunlun slaves not only have men, but also women. You don't know the virtues of those nobles in our Ming Dynasty and scholars, if..."

Xu Jingchang, who was about to suffer a disaster, looked at the boxing ring and whispered: "Don't worry, if the female Kunlun slaves were like this, no one would look down on him."

After hearing what Xu Jingchang said, Yang Shaofeng felt uneasy.

Yang Shaofeng knew very well about the sexual nature of these nobles and scholars. To put it simply, they would do whatever they stimulated and do whatever they wanted to die!

Think about the scholars and doctors who ran naked and took drugs in history, and then think about the scholars who liked foot binding later on the Miqing period...

No fucking fun.

What’s even more fucking is that there was a not-famous woman in history, Li Lingrong.

Just looking at the name, Ling Rong's name is absolutely nice. Later, his mother was honored by her son, and finally became the empress dowager of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

But they are real Kunlun slaves.

If one day Zhu Laosi planned to pull Xi Kunlun into the Ming Dynasty, Yang Shaofeng would definitely turn this out of the old paper pile and find enough evidence to prove that Xi Kunlun is Li Lingrong's mother's home or simply find a way to prove that Xi Kunlun is the temple of Queen Mother of the West.

But now, Yang Shaofeng was worried that these nobles and scholars would suddenly go crazy and shift their eyes from Gao Li Ji to Kunlun slaves.

After all, Gao Liji is so ugly that she is not good at all. Apart from being a little whiter than Kunlun slaves, the rest may not be as good as Kunlun slaves.

To put it simply, Gao Liji may have two taels of flesh on her chest, and Kunlun slaves may have four taels on her chest. Can the touch feel the same?
Chapter completed!