Looking at the confused looks on the faces of Liu Dong and her boyfriend, Urigaowa explained again: "In the Naadam Wrestling Competition in Mongolia, 512 wrestling masters participate every year, and then they are eliminated by drawing lots and competing in nine rounds.
The champion is determined. ￠￡The wrestler who wins 5 matches out of 9 rounds is called the “Eagle”, the one who wins 7 matches is called the “Elephant”, and the wrestler who wins all 9 matches is called the “Lion”!”
When she said the last words, Uzhigaowa couldn't help but show respect and pride on her face.
But this is understandable. The champions of the wrestling competition every year are regarded as Mongolian national heroes. Mongolians often say proudly that it is Mongolian wrestling that has indirectly cultivated a group of people who have long dominated Japan.
Sumo wrestlers such as Yokooka Rikishi Asashoryu, Hakuho, Asahi Tenpō, Asakaryuu, etc.
Among them are many of the most powerful 'Heng Gang' level wrestlers in sumo wrestling!
"It turns out that Bachulun is so weak!" Chen Qing couldn't help but said in shock.
"Bachulun is nothing. The people participating in the Naadam wrestling competition this year are not only sumo masters who have returned from Japan, but also wrestling masters who have come here from all over the world. Moreover, there are a huge number of new Mongolian wrestling talents who have emerged this year.
There are so many Mongolian wrestling masters who can defeat Bachulun, whose name I have never even heard of!"
At this moment, a rich and arrogant voice with a hint of disdain came in.
"Who are you?"
Chen Qing asked with some annoyance.
"Me? You smashed my shop into this, and you still ask me who I am?" the middle-aged man said with an ugly face.
Just now, he didn't take good care of anyone in the back, and actually let a few Chinese people destroy the store. He was so angry!
You know, during the Naadam Convention, it was the most profitable time for each store. How much money did I lose in this moment? It makes me feel bad when I think of the middle-aged Mongolian boss.
"Stop looking, hurry up and pay for it!" the middle-aged boss said angrily.
"Compensate? Why did you only let us accompany you? That Bachulun just now also had a share!" Chen Qing said angrily.
"He's gone, where can I find him? Besides, I asked just now, you guys broke all the tables and chairs in my store. If I don't ask you to pay for it, who should I ask for?"
"you……!"
Stopping Chen Qing who was about to speak, Liu Dong took a step forward and said, "How much do you want?"
"How much?"
The Mongolian boss rolled his eyes, obviously he wanted to take the opportunity to make more money from this ********* person. Anyway, the Chinese are rich, and it is they Mongolians who have the final say in Mongolia. If they dare to say no
, just take them to the police station, and not only will they face a lawsuit, but they will still have to pay for themselves, and they will be accompanied even more.
"My tables and chairs are all new, so you have to pay me 4 million tugriks!" the Mongolian boss said loudly.
"Four million Tugriks? Are you trying to steal money? Besides, I don't even want these broken tables and chairs. You gave them to me for free, and you still want 4 million Tugriks. There is no blackmailer like you."
!" Chen Qing was completely angry!
"If you don't pay, I'll call the police!" the Mongolian boss threatened.
"Call the police? Then report it. Let's see if the police in Ulaanbaatar are as unreasonable as you!" Uzhigaowa said angrily.
"We will give you the money!" Liu Dong suddenly said.
"Liu Dong, you...!"
After stopping Chen Qing who was about to speak, Liu Dong took out two million Tugriks from his pocket, equivalent to about 12,000 Chinese coins, and threw it to the Mongolian boss, "Isn't this enough?"
"Enough is enough!"
The Mongolian boss with a happy expression quickly caught the money thrown by Liu Dong, feeling secretly happy in his heart, and even regretted that he didn't order more just now.
"It's true that summer insects cannot speak of ice!"
After seeing the greed and philistineness of the Mongolian boss, Liu Dong couldn't help but shook his head.
He thought that these more than 12,000 Chinese coins were already a rare and huge amount of money, but for Liu Dong, it was not even a drop in his bucket.
The definitions of wealth between the two parties are very different.
Just like ordinary people think that a Bugatti Veyron worth tens of millions, a Ferrari is an unattainable goal in life. If there is a chance to get it, all the inner greed can be satisfied.
But in the eyes of many truly wealthy people, the Bugatti Veyron is just a car. If you don’t like it, you can change it at any time! And changing a car is as enjoyable as changing clothes.
Therefore, Liu Dong doesn't think that these 4 million Tugriks are worth anything at all. Even if it is doubled or ten times, what will happen?
If he is angry because of this, then for him, his anger is too cheap!
"Liu Dong, you really shouldn't have given that guy so much money just now, he was just blackmailing us!" Chen Qing, who walked out of the restaurant, was still a little aggrieved.
"You should teach me a lesson! By the way, are the injuries on your face okay?"
"It's okay, just put some medicine on it and it'll be fine!" Chen Qing grinned, obviously the truth was not as simple as he said.
Liu Dong did not expose his behavior of "slapping his face in front of his girlfriend and pretending to be fat". Using the cover of his trouser pocket, he took out his secret drink from the mustard space and handed it to her.
"Put it on!"
"What?" Chen Qing asked doubtfully after taking the palm-sized blue and white porcelain vase from Liu Dong's hand and shaking it.
"This is my secret brew, specially designed to treat trauma!"
"Drinking wine?"
Chen Qing, who often watches Chinese martial arts TV movies, is naturally familiar with this name. However, Chen Qing, who has never used it before, is very doubtful about its effectiveness. "Is it useful?"
"Wouldn't it be clear if you put it on and try it?"
Since modern times, the invasion of Western culture has caused many traditional Chinese things to gradually decline or be lost, and traditional Chinese medicine is one of them.
Especially many young people in the new century have great admiration for Western medicine, but denounce Chinese medicine as superstition. This is really ridiculous!
After hesitating for a moment, Chen Qing nodded and opened the red stopper on the top of the porcelain bottle. Suddenly, a pungent smell with a light fragrance rushed straight into Chen Qing's nostrils, making him frown and hesitate again.
Finally, under Liu Dong's guidance, hesitantly applied a little clear liquid to the injured area on his left face.
"How do you feel?" Liu Dongxiao asked.
"It's cool. It doesn't hurt as much as before! Liu Dong, your drinking wine is really useful!" Chen Qing said in surprise.
Of course it is useful. Liu Dong spent a lot of effort to make this secret distilled wine, which was made from more than a dozen precious Chinese medicines such as ginseng, snow lotus, and ganoderma. Even though it is only a small bottle the size of a palm, it costs a lot.
The cost is millions!
"Let me wipe it for you!"
Looking at her clumsy boyfriend, Wurigaowa on the other side took the porcelain bottle!
Soon, the palm-sized wounds on Chen Qing's left face were all smeared with light yellow clear liquid, and then the originally red and swollen wounds returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye. If it weren't for the difference in color, I'm afraid others would
It was also impossible to tell that the left side of his face had just been slightly injured!
"Liu Dong, your drinking wine is really useful, it doesn't hurt as much as before!" Chen Qing moved his mouth and said in surprise.
“As long as it works!”
After taking back his drink, Liu Dong turned around and said, "Gaowa, from what you said in the hotel just now, it seems that if I want to participate in the Mongolian Naadam Conference, there is still a preliminary test, right?"
"Well! Because the number of wrestling participants in the 'Nadam Tournament' is limited, the contestants must be registered wrestlers in Mongolia. If foreigners want to participate in the Naadam Wrestling Tournament, they must pass the preliminary test, which means they must defeat a 'wolf'
Super wrestling master!
"A 'Wolf' level wrestler is a wrestler who can win three games in a row. Also, after passing the preliminary test, you cannot participate in the main wrestling competition. You must go through the qualifying rounds before you can enter the main competition!"
"What? There are still qualifying rounds?" Chen Qing said in surprise.
"Well, when the Naadam Conference is held every year, many foreign fighting masters who come here want to participate in the wrestling competition, so the organizing committee specially prepares the qualifying competition for them! The last two winners of the qualifying competition can participate in the national wrestling competition.
Eagle's main game, which is the final of the top 16!"
"That's it. It sounds quite troublesome!"
Liu Dong nodded clearly.
However, this is only reasonable. After all, the Naadam Conference only lasts for five days, and the wrestling competition only lasts for two days. It is certainly impossible to allow everyone who is interested to participate, and only a part of them can be screened in advance.
"That Bachulun is too cunning. He can't beat Liu Dong, but he actually came up with such a trick!...Liu Dong, I think you should not participate in any wrestling matches! Otherwise, you won't be fooled by that Bachulun again!
"Chen Qing couldn't help but said.
After he finished speaking, Wurigaowa, who was standing aside, opened her mouth, but in the end she said nothing.
In fact, in Mongolia, if a person accepts the invitation to participate in the Naadam Conference, he cannot refuse. Once he refuses, he will be regarded as cowardly and will be despised by the surrounding Mongolian compatriots.
But Liu Dong was not a Mongolian after all! So Wurigaowa did not speak.
"It doesn't matter. Since I agreed to participate, I can't back down in the middle. Besides, I also want to see how powerful the Mongolian wrestling masters are!" Liu Dong said with a confident smile.
After the hard work of traveling long distances and the anger I had been holding in for so many days, I needed a place to vent.
By the way, this group of Mongolian barbarians who like to flaunt their military strength should also be able to understand the gap between them and the superior countries.
In addition to politics, economy, technology and world influence, they are too far apart. Even wrestling, which they have always been proud of, is nothing more than "arrogance"!