Perhaps seeing Allen's confusion, Jiaxin took the initiative to explain: "Their people have very strong self-esteem, even to the point of being pathological. If their players don't perform well, it's normal for them to be scolded."

"Like this?"

Alan doesn't understand this mentality...

Before he could think about it any further, William next to him raised his hand happily and shouted, and the whole place started to curse again.

Alan looked towards the ring and saw that the match was over.

The two players returned to the rest area on the opposite corner of the ring and waited for the referee team to check the final result of the match.

Anyway, judging from the situation, the little stick guy was beaten so badly that he could hardly walk, while the little black guy on the opposite side named Roy Jones Jr. was still very excited and walked lightly.

The contrast between the two sides is too obvious.

The fight just now was so exciting that Alan was ready to promote boxing in Wales after returning from this trip. He would definitely invite more Korean boxers to Wales. When they come, hehe...

…

A white referee in a white uniform, with a big nose and a bald head, looking...

Sort of like the Spanish or Italians.

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

The little black guy looked very excited, and waved his free hand towards the audience.

But the response he received was not cheers, but insults.

Allen could understand this sentence, and the whole stadium was filled with the national curse of "Xiba, Xiba".

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

Then……

A magical scene appeared. As the referee hesitated, the Korean audience in the entire stadium reacted more violently, cursing and cursing. Jiaxin couldn't translate it. It was a mess.

…

Several long minutes passed, and the referee just stood on the stage, holding the hands of the two boxers, waiting with a helpless look on his face.

finally……

The arena quieted down a bit, and the referee raised the hand of Korean boxer Park Hee-hong, raising it high!

The meaning of this in a boxing match is very clear: the referee will raise the hand of the winner in the end.

…

Roy Jones Jr., who was originally happy, was confused, and the referee raised his hands, and Park Xihong, who looked listless and almost dead, was also confused.

The winner turned out to be the Korean boxer Park Hee-hong who was beaten throughout the entire match without any chance of fighting back?

"Fuck!"

Allen was stunned, and so was William next to him. The Korean audience not far away from them cheered enthusiastically. Some of them were so excited that they burst into tears, and some hugged each other, as if they were making history.

The whole place is full of demons dancing wildly and bizarrely strange.

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

But these Koreans were clearly being suppressed and beaten the entire time by the American black guys, with their faces bruised and swollen and they had no power to fight back. How did they win in the end?

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

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

Just now it seemed like the referee said something with a helpless look on his face.

…

Jia Xin stammered in response: "He said...it seemed like he was considering the emotions of the host audience, and then...I didn't hear the rest of his words."

"Fuck, have you considered the feelings of the host audience? This is the Olympics, why don't we just give you all the gold medals? Why are we competing?"

This reason shocked Alan. What kind of operation is this?

If everyone is like the Koreans, bringing their own audience to watch any game, shouting and getting excited, then they can win the championship?

Isn't this bullshit?

etc……

Alan was suddenly stunned. The people who were hacked this time were Americans, not British. Why was he so confused?

After figuring this out, Allen became cheerful again. This time there was something interesting to watch. The Koreans were killing like crazy, even killing Ye's father with their own hands...

It’s really exciting. I’ll have to wait and see the reporters’ reactions.

…

“Go, go, go! Karl, make arrangements. Pay attention to whether there are any reporters at the door. Find me a few reporters. I want to be interviewed!”

Allen passed over William. The cheers and shouts in the stadium were so loud that Allen patted Carl on the shoulder and gave instructions loudly.

…

Allen's face was too famous. Before Carl could go find the reporters, as soon as they walked out of the stadium, they were surrounded by reporters. Allen didn't even bother to pretend. When he saw a microphone marked as an American reporter, he asked directly, "Don't interview me. I'll interview you first... Roy Jones Jr. suppressed Park Hee-hong throughout the game, but in the end it was Park Hee-hong who won. When did you Americans become so humble?"

Alan laughed happily, even a little bit gloating, but he tried hard to hold back his smile and looked at a white reporter next to him who was looking at him with a very natural smile. It was obvious that this reporter was from Great Britain!

"I read the newspaper this morning and it seems that many media outlets have questioned the Seoul Olympics. The referees are too unprofessional. There must be something fishy going on! Even our ally America is not spared!"

Pulling the reporter from Britain's own media, Alan spoke first in a sarcastic tone.

"Sir... you are right. I have also seen the report. Today's game was really unexpected. This is a case of a pet dog biting back at its owner."

Although Allen didn't know this reporter, after listening to Allen's words, he praised him very tactfully, especially the last sentence, which made the American reporter next to him blush.

"Too amateur! Too dark! The organizing committee is too inactive!"

Alan shook his head with a look of heartache and signaled the bodyguards to clear the way.

This time... the reporter didn't say much, and Allen just did a lot of interviews, and it ended so hastily.

…

After Alan got in the car and walked away, the reporters who were stunned on the spot burst into discussion. Although they did not interview this nobleman from Britain just now, all the reporters present heard his words.

Combined with the scene of this person being interviewed by American reporters after the equestrian competition yesterday.

Just one night had passed and the two sides had already exchanged positions.

Yesterday, Koreans and Americans were smug and laughed at Dae-young's jokes. This time...

It's the turn of the British master to laugh at the joke. Today's game was really exciting!

The dog you raise will even bite its owner when it gets angry. This is no longer just a simple competition!

…

“Hmm… not bad!”

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

This is a noble radio produced in China.

The brand is called Noble. It has a thumb-sized logo that looks like a crown, but it is actually a gold logo of an earl's crown, with the letters of the word Noble below. This logo is pasted on the upper left corner of the radio.

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

What stands out is the high end!

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

Although this thing is small, the signal is very strong. Since its functions are not fancy, such as not being able to play tapes, its size is compressed to a relatively small size.

The overall look is very exquisite, more like a collectible than a household appliance.

There is a storable electrical plug in the secret compartment on the back, and there is also a battery compartment for two AA batteries, so it is pluggable and portable.

This is a high-end radio product produced by Allen in China, and its main purpose is to be collected.

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

The one sent today is a high-end model. Alan hasn't asked about the work there for a long time. This time he came to Korea which is close, so the person in charge of the radio factory asked someone to send the best products of the factory to him so that Alan could inspect their results.

…

"This price is not cheap, right? Can we go for the high-end route? How are the sales?"

Looking at it back and forth in his hand, Allen has high requirements for his own products!

I would rather the price be a little higher, but it has to be classy and give up this high-end product.

He picked up a few low-end models on the table and checked them.

It is said to be low-end... but actually it is not that low. The appearance is almost the same, the difference lies in the materials. The low-end ones are basically made of plastic shells, and the material of the brand logo has also been changed from pure gold to silver.

But even at this point, it looks very exquisite. Compared with the radios these days that are as big as cardboard boxes, it is a complete dimensionality reduction.

…

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

Old Carl didn't know much; he just heard things from hearsay.

"Oh...Interesting."

Alan put down the tape recorder. The British made things, sometimes, might look a little niche, but they were definitely very generous in terms of the materials used.

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 is, the more luxurious it is!

The products of the Germans are of two different lines, which can be seen from this radio.

This was Alan's specific request. He did not pursue cost but only focused on brand image.

He wants people to have the first impression of his brand, no matter how advanced the products are, that it is luxury!

It is reasonable for luxurious items to be more expensive, and it is also reasonable for their functions to be slightly backward.

“Has the instant noodle factory started production?”

"This... seems to be still debugging the equipment? Master, please don't ask me, I don't understand these things."

…

Alan's questions gave old Carl a headache.

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

I turned on the radio and changed the channel, and a very familiar old song came on the radio.

“Tsk…”

Listening to the song "When Love Was Back" sung by Leslie Cheung, Alan was suddenly stunned.

This movie was released several years ago, but I didn't expect it to be so popular now. Koreans still listen to it...

Turning down the volume, accompanied by background music, Allen glanced at Old Carl and said, "After watching the boxing match today, I have some new ideas. You can contact the embassy later and ask them for a list of boxing referees to see if there is one of our people."

At this point, Allen stopped talking, thought about it carefully, and changed his words: "Don't use the British one. See if there is a referee from other parts of the Federation. Bribe one and do something bad to the Koreans!"

"???"

Old Carl was stunned, this was indeed the young master, only one night had passed and he had regained his fighting spirit, after watching a game, he came up with a plan, although this plan was a bit dirty, but it was the Koreans who made the move first, and now they were being tricked, so no one should blame anyone else.

Just looking for a referee... The boxing match is about to end in the next few days, and it’s not easy to find one.

Old Karl gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master, don't worry, I will make arrangements overnight and I will definitely help you vent your anger."

"Tsk... How can you talk like that? What do you mean by venting your anger for me? We have nothing to do with the referee! Do it more secretly. Don't learn from the Koreans. Their techniques are so crude. They get carried away with success. Humph..."

"Yes, yes! You are right. I will pay attention to it. Then I..."

"You go now."

After Allen had finished educating old Carl, he urged him to make arrangements quickly.

Watching old Carl calling a few people to hurry out, Allen slowly lit a cigarette, blew out a smoke ring, and said, "I told you little Koreans to target me. You are the only ones who can bribe the referee, but I can't?"

The music on the radio was still humming softly, and Alan couldn't help but hum along.

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

"The feelings of the past are now added with freshness."

…

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

This time, Allen sat closer to the front, crossed his legs, and looked at the referee who once again warned the Korean player. Allen curled his lips.

This referee named Walker is the result of old Carl's 33 hours of hard work.

Walker is a white man from New Zealand, but you could also say he is British.

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

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

These bastards in South Korea only use some shady and extremely crude means when they resort to trickery, but Allen is different. He has only one requirement for Walker, to enforce the law impartially and strictly!

At the critical moment, just tease the Korean players with words.

In this way, on the surface, Walker, the referee, appears to be upright and fair.

…

The Korean boxer is fighting against a Bulgarian boxer today. Although both players have similar weight, there is a difference in their body proportions. The Bulgarian boxer has longer arms, which gives him an advantage in the fight.

As the fight went on, the Korean, who was constantly being hit in the face, became anxious.

The Korean player on the field hit the Bulgarian player's chest with his head several times.

In this case, the opponent can only block with his hands, and the Koreans take advantage of the opportunity to launch a sneak attack on the opponent, which is very shameless.

This kind of behavior of headbutting someone is a foul in the boxing ring.

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

This separation...

The Korean's plan was in vain. He used his head to butt the person because his arms were too short and he couldn't hit the person, so he wanted to close the distance.

The referee intervened, not only was it a foul, but the player was also distanced from the opponent.

After a few attempts, the Korean boxer's mentality was on the verge of exploding or not.

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

Hearing this extremely insulting remark, the Korean boxer was stunned. In this moment of distraction, the open door was wide open. The Bulgarian opposite him didn't care about this and hit him directly in the face with a right straight punch.

"ah!"