"What?! One hundred?" Zhao Qiankun said in surprise: "Are you teasing me?! Are your silver coins made of diamonds?" A gold coin in the Western Continent is worth only twenty silver coins, one hundred silver coins, isn't that worth five gold coins?!

"How dare I talk nonsense!" said the vendor: "You can go to other stores to ask. This is the iron rule of the Nangong family. If we dare not trade according to the exchange rate, it will be a serious crime..."

Zhao Qiankun said strangely: "Does the Nangong family take economic laws seriously at all? Why do you still trade with him when he is so random exchange rate?"

"Don't you know? The Nangong family and foreign mainland traded barter, and the currency was not circulated. When foreigners came, they also exchanged supplies for local currency..."

As he said, the vendor lowered his voice: "I heard that the Nangong family was originally a nobleman from the East Continent. He lost eight hundred years ago when he fought for the throne with the current Great Zhou royal family, so he was forced to flee here to settle his family. This exaggerated exchange rate was also stipulated by the head of the Nangong family in anger. At the beginning, it was only targeted at the East Continent. Later, the Holy Seens of the Western Continent saw that the Nangong family's business was booming, and they also sent people to establish strongholds in the Primitive Continent, intending to get a share of the pie, but were dispossed by the Nangong family. From then on, Western currencies also enjoyed this treatment... Although trade is normal now, this rule has been left and no one dares to disobey..."

"That means that the little money I carry with you can't buy anything?"

The vendor shrugged: "Unless you have something valuable on you, go to the pawn shop to change it. But the pawn shops here are quite dark!"

Zhao Qiankun looked at himself. Apart from a backward school uniform, he only had a straw rope he picked up. What should I exchange for? He wanted to go to the market well, but he didn't expect to become a poor man in an instant.

"Nothing?" The vendor looked at him: "Then like this, I'll show you a way!" As he said that, he pointed to a huge coconut building that was concentrated in five fingers: "Did you see that? That one is called the index finger building. The bottom floor of the index finger building is a circular arena. Register for black boxing. If you win or lose, you will get a bonus. It depends on whether you dare to go!!"

Zhao Qiankun raised his eyebrows: "How much money can he make?"

The hawker smiled mysteriously: "You are a novice who wins ten silver coins in a game, and you will lose five... If you win more and your fame will increase, your bonus will also become higher."

"Is this a good thing?" Zhao Qiankun was full of excitement when he heard this, and was so scared that the vendor almost couldn't stop: "Good thing? The boxing competition here is a joke, and it's not a good thing to lose your life! I only tried my best to make a few silver coins, which is also a good thing?"

Zhao Qiankun smiled and said, "It's okay if you don't lose!" As he said that, Zhao Qiankun waved his hand: "Thank you, man, I'll go now!"

"Hey, wait!" The vendor called him: "Who knows what's going on when you go like this!" As he said that, he took out a small card from under the blanket and handed it to Zhao Qiankun: "You go with this, I have some relationship with the arena. With this card, they will arrange a game for you!"

Zhao Qiankun took it, and when he was thankful, he walked towards the arena.

"I introduced another one..." The vendor muttered to himself as he looked at Zhao Qiankun's back: "This silly boy won't die there, right? Why do you feel that your conscience is a little unbearable..."

Zhao Qiankun followed the vendor's guidance and walked through the layers of shops to the index finger building. Sure enough, he saw a huge sign with iron fists printed on it. Zhao Qiankun walked to the door. The guard asked for the tickets, so he could only hand over the card the vendor gave him.

The guard glanced at it, greeted inside, and a mustache with monocle glasses came out and looked at Zhao Qiankun: "Do you want to come to play the game?"

Zhao Qiankun nodded, and the beard waved and said, "Then come with me!"

Zhao Qiankun followed him into the fighting arena. As soon as he entered, he saw a crowd of people clamoring like tsunamis. Among the crowd, there were two burly men in a fight in Taichung, surrounded by cages.

Both of these guys were wearing masks, dressed in strange clothes, and attacked frantically. They punched the ground hard, even causing the cage to tremble. Obviously, the level of these two guys was not bad... Zhao Qiankun subconsciously touched his face, wondering which one was stronger than that Grace's fist?

Suddenly one of the fighters successfully pressed their opponent under him and swung his fists and attacked fiercely. His opponent was unable to defend himself and was hit on his face by his fist. Blood suddenly splashed everywhere, his teeth collapsed, and he lost his combat power in the blink of an eye. However, the fighter still attacked desperately, and he stopped until the referee came up to stop him.

The winner received cheers from the audience, while the loser's distorted face was no one paid attention to it. He was just carried off the ring dyingly, leaving only the scattered broken teeth.

"Stop looking!" The bearded man shouted to Zhao Qiankun: "If you don't hit it well, maybe your teeth will also be left on it!"

Zhao Qiankun knocked on his cheek: "You don't have to worry about this!"

The two passed by behind the audience. The reason why this place is called the ring arena is because of the steel coconut tree.

The arena was built around the thick steel coconut trunks, and the fighting platform was built around the trunk, forming a circle, separated by an iron cage into five small rings. The audience platform was built on the periphery, watching the game in a staircase shape.

After a long circle, Zhao Qiankun finally came to the backstage with Xiaowang and first registered. However, the registration form only has basic information such as name, height, weight, etc. Zhao Qiankun did not want to reveal his student identity, so he simply filled in a fake name, wrote the information casually and handed it over.

The beard doesn't care whether it is true or false. He is just here to play boxing games anyway, so it doesn't matter whether the information is true or false. He took the registration form and asked: "Are you playing with your real name or a pseudonym? Do you use a mask or something when you go on the court?"

"And there is such a thing?"

"Of course!" Xiao Wang said with a smile: "Many players don't want to reveal their identities, so they will compete with masks. Taking a loud nickname will also help increase popularity. If there are more people who like you, you can sometimes get a lot of money without winning!"

Zhao Qiankun nodded: "Okay, the mask is not worth it, right?"

The mustache glanced at him: "It doesn't look like you are rich either!" As he said that, he opened the wardrobe and had masks of various patterns in it: "Pick one, it's free, it's a benefit for novices!"

Zhao Qiankun glanced at him and saw a skeleton face. He took it off and put it on his face. As for the nickname, he thought for a while: "Jing Kong Skeleton, it's right!"
Chapter completed!