England 1986

Chapter 197 So You Will Buy The Referee?
Perhaps seeing Alan's doubts, Jiaxin took the initiative to explain: "Their people have very strong self-esteem, even to the point of being pathological. If their players do not perform well, it is normal for them to be scolded."

"Such?"

Allen couldn't understand this kind of psychology.
Before he could think any more, William next to him happily raised his little hand and shouted, and there was another round of curses in the arena.

Allen looked towards the ring, and it turned out that the game was over.

The two players returned to the rest area at the opposite corner of the boxing ring, waiting for the referee team to check the final result of the match.

Anyway, as far as the scene is concerned, this little stick was almost unable to walk after being beaten, while the little black guy named Roy Jones Jr. on the opposite side was still very excited and walked lightly.

The contrast between the two sides is too obvious.

The fight just now was very exciting, and Allen is ready to wait until he goes back this time to promote boxing in Wales. At that time, we must invite more Korean boxers to Wales. After they come, hehe
Caucasian referee in a white referee uniform, with a big nose, some baldness, looks.
Kind of like a Spaniard or an Italian.

The referee held South Korean boxer Park Hee Hong with his left hand and American boxer Roy Jones Jr. with his right hand.

This little blackie looked very excited, and waved his empty hand towards the audience.

But what responded to him was not cheers, but insults.

Allen could understand this sentence, and the whole room was full of national curses of "Xiba, Xiba".

The referee, who was about to raise his hand to announce the result, looked at the excited audience in astonishment, and then cast a questioning look at the referee team below the stage.

then
A miraculous scene appeared. Following the referee's hesitation, the Korean audience in the entire arena reacted more intensely. There were all kinds of scolding, and Jiaxin couldn't translate it. It was a mess.

A long few minutes passed, and the referee just stood on the stage, holding the hands of the two boxers with both hands, waiting, with a look of helplessness on his face.

at last
The arena became quiet for a while, and the referee raised the hand of South Korean boxer Park Hee Hong, holding it high!
The meaning of this in a boxing match is already obvious. Whoever is the winner, the referee will raise his hand at the end.

Little Roy Jones, who was originally happy, was stunned, but Park Xihong, who was holding his hand up by the referee, was also stunned.

The winner is Park Hee Hong, a South Korean boxer who has been beaten all the time and has no power to fight back?
"Fake!"

Allen was dumbfounded, and William next to him was also dumbfounded. The Korean audience not far from them cheered enthusiastically. look.

The whole group of demons danced wildly and bizarrely.

If Allen hadn't watched the whole game, he would have thought that the Korean boxer was indomitable and turned defeat into victory.

But the Korean who was beaten and beaten all the way, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen by the American black boy, and he had no power to fight back. How did he win in the end?

Allen wasn't angry, he was just a little confused.

"He... What did the referee say just now?"

It seemed that the referee said something helplessly just now.

Jiaxin stammered and replied: "He said...it seemed to be considering the emotions of the host audience, and I didn't hear what he said later."

"Fake, consider the feelings of the host audience? This is the Olympic Games. It's enough to give you all the gold medals. What competition is there?"

This reason surprised Allen, what kind of operation is this?
If they were all like the Koreans, they would bring their own spectators to watch any game, and then shout and shout, and the crowd would be excited, would they be able to win the championship?

Isn't this nonsense?

and many more
Allen was taken aback suddenly. This time, it was the Americans who were hacked, not the British. He wondered why?

After figuring this out, Alan became cheerful again. This time, there is a play to watch. The Koreans are killing crazy, even the wild fathers are killed.
Really exciting, wait a while to see the reporter's reaction.

"Let's go! Carl, you arrange it. Pay attention to whether there are reporters at the door. Find some reporters for me. I want to be interviewed!"

Allen skipped William, the cheers and shouts in the arena were too loud, Allen patted Carl directly, and explained loudly.

Alan's face is so famous, before the old Carl went to find the reporter, they were surrounded by reporters as soon as they walked out of the stadium. The reporter asked first, "Stop interviewing me. I'll interview you first. Roy Jones Jr. beat Park Hee-hong all the way, but Park Hee-hong won in the end. May I ask when did you Americans become so humble?"

Allen smiled happily, even a little gloating, suppressed his smile, and looked at a white reporter who looked at him with a smile and a natural expression. This reporter looked like my Daying!
"I read the newspaper this morning, and it seems that many media questioned the Seoul Olympics. The referee is too unprofessional. There is a shady scene! Even our ally, the United States, will not let it go!"

Pulling the reporter from Great Britain's own media, Allen spoke first in a sly manner.

"Your Excellency. You are right. I have also seen the report. Today's match was really unexpected. This is a pet dog that is rebelling against its owner."

Although Alan didn't know this reporter, after listening to Alan's words, he praised him in a very good way, especially the last sentence. The American reporter next to him was blushing.

"It's too amateur! It's too dark! The organizing committee is too ineffective!"

Allen shook his head with a heartbroken face, motioning for the bodyguard to open the way.

This time, the reporter didn't say much, Alan forced a lot of interviews, and it ended in such a hurry.

After Allen got in the car and walked away, the reporters who were stunned on the spot chattered aloud. Although they didn't interview this nobleman from Great Britain just now, all the reporters present heard what he said.

Combined with yesterday's scene of being interviewed by an American reporter after the equestrian competition.

It was just one night, and the two sides exchanged positions.

Yesterday, Koreans and Americans were complacent, watching Daeyoung’s jokes, this time
It's Daying's master's turn to watch the joke, today's game is really exciting!

The dog I raise is so fierce that it even bites the owner. This is not just a simple game!
"Yes, Not Bad!"

After dinner, Allen sat at a low table, holding a very delicate radio the size of a brick in his hand.

This is a noble radio made in Huaguo.

The brand is called Noble. It looks like a crown the size of a thumb. It is actually the gold label of the earl's crown. There are letters of the word noble below it. This sign is pasted on the upper left corner of the radio.

Don't underestimate this small logo, this thing is really made of pure gold.

What stands out is a high-end!

The material of the whole radio is very solid, the semi-metal shell is coated with a layer of turquoise piano paint, and the back is made of wood-grain solid wood.

Although this thing is compact, the signal is very strong. Since the function is not so fancy, there is no function of playing tapes, so the volume is relatively small.

The overall look is very delicate, it is not so much a household appliance as a collection.

There is a wire plug that can be stored in the dark compartment on the back, and there are two battery compartments for AA batteries, which can be plugged in and portable.

This is a high-end product produced by Allen's radio in China, and it is mainly a collection.

The selling price is relatively expensive, and there are several models with slightly lower configurations.

The one that was delivered today is a high-end model. It’s been a long time since Alan has asked about the work there. This time he came to South Korea very close. The person in charge of the radio factory asked someone to deliver the best products in the factory. Come to him and let Alan check and accept their results.

"Isn't this price cheap? You can only go the high-end route? How's the sales?"

Holding it in his hand and looking back and forth, Allen's requirement for his own products is to be of high grade!
I would rather the price be a little more expensive, but also have a high grade, let go of this high-end product.

Pick up several low-end models on the table to check.

It is said that the low-end is actually not much lower, the appearance is not bad, the difference is the material, the low-end is basically a plastic shell, and the material of the brand logo has also been changed from pure gold to silver.

But just this, it looks very delicate. Compared with the radios that are as big as cardboard boxes these days, it is a complete dimensionality reduction blow.

"Master. I heard that many people buy this as a gift, and they all use this as a decoration. It is both beautiful and practical."

Old Karl didn't know much, he only heard it from hearsay.

"Oh interesting."

Allen put down the tape recorder, British man-made things, sometimes, the appearance may be a little less popular, but in terms of materials, they are definitely very willing.

Their philosophy is different from that of the Germans. The Germans may pay attention to precision, but the British pay attention to materials and luxury!
The more expensive something, the more luxurious it is!
And the products of the Germans are two routes, as can be seen from this kind of radio.

This is what Allen specifically requested. He does not pursue cost, but only pays attention to brand image.

He wants people to hear his brand, regardless of whether the products are advanced or not, the first impression is luxury!

It is reasonable for luxurious things to be more expensive, and it is also reasonable for functions to be a little behind.

"Is the instant noodle factory put into operation?"

"This... It seems that you are still debugging the equipment? Young master, don't ask me, I don't understand these things."

Allen gave old Carl a headache.

"Hahaha, let's talk about something else."

He turned on the radio casually, changed the channel slightly, and a very familiar old song rang out from the radio.

"tsk"

Listening to the song "Love in the Past" sung by Guo Rong, Allen suddenly froze for a moment.

This movie was made a few years ago. I didn’t expect it to be so popular now. Koreans still listen to this movie.
Turning down the volume and accompanied by the background music, Allen glanced at Old Carl and said, "After watching this boxing match today, I have some new ideas. You can contact the embassy in a while and ask them for a copy of the boxing referee's certificate." Check the list to see if there are any of us."

Speaking of this, Allen stopped talking, thought carefully and changed his words: "Don't let us in Great Britain, look for referees from other parts of the Federation, bribe one, and give the Koreans a bad time!"

"???"

Old Carl was taken aback, this is indeed the young master, after only one night, he regained his fighting spirit, after watching the game, he had a plan, although the plan was a bit dirty, but it was the Korean who made a move before, now he backhanded them , Everyone don't say anyone.

I just want to find the referee. The boxing match is coming to an end these days. It is not easy to find it.

Old Carl gritted his teeth and said, "Master, don't worry, I will make arrangements overnight, and I will definitely make you feel bad."

"Tsk, what are you talking about, what do you mean venting your anger on me? We have nothing to do with the referee! Be more secretive, don't be like the Koreans, their techniques are so rough, they get carried away, hmph"

"Yes, yes! You are right, I will pay attention, then I"

"You go now."

After Allen educated Carl, he urged him to make arrangements.

Seeing old Carl call a few people to go out in a hurry, Alan lit a cigarette slowly, blew a smoke ring, and told you guys to target me, if you will bribe the referee, I will not bribe you?

The music on the radio was still singing in a low voice, and Allen couldn't help humming along.

"Today, I will try shoulder to shoulder with you again."

"The love of the past is now added with freshness."

Two days later, the venue was changed, and it was still a boxing match.

This time, Allen sat closer, crossing his legs, looking at the referee who once again warned the Korean player on the court, Allen raised his mouth.

This referee named Walker, this is the result of 33 hours of hard work by Carl Sr.

Walker is white, New Zealand, but it's okay to say he's British.

On the surface, he is a New Zealander, belonging to the Commonwealth.

His task today is very simple, and Allen's technique is much better than that of the Koreans.

These dogs in South Korea only use some shady and extremely crude means to play tricks, but Allen is different. He has only one requirement for Walker, to enforce the law impartially and strictly!
At the critical moment, it is enough to tease the Korean players with a little language.

In this way, on the bright side, the referee Walker is upright and very fair.

The boxers who are small sticks are fighting against Bulgarian boxers today. Although the two sides are about the same weight, there is a gap in body proportions. The Bulgarian boxers have longer arms and have an advantage in the battle.

The Koreans, who were beaten and beaten all the time, were already in a hurry.

The South Korean player on the court put his head directly on the Bulgarian player's chest several times.

In this way, the opponent can only block with his hands, and the Koreans seize the empty space and attack others, which is very shameless.

This kind of behavior of using the head of a person is a foul in the boxing ring.

The referee can give a verbal warning or directly deduct points. After the warning, the two players must be separated first.

this parting
The strategy of the Koreans was in vain. He used his head to get closer because his arms were short and he couldn't hit them.

When the referee interfered, not to mention the foul, he was pulled away again.

After doing it a few times, the mentality of Korean boxers is on the verge of bombing.

Referee Walker's expressionless lips moved slightly, and he mocked a very ugly sentence in Korean.

Hearing this extremely insulting words, the Korean boxer was stunned for a moment, and with this stunned effort, the empty door was wide open. The Bulgarian opposite him didn't care about it, and a straight right punch directly hit him in the face.

"what!"

(End of this chapter)