1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 190 [Cambridge University]

"Yes."

After the game, the Whistle called Gideon to discuss future plans with him.

"It seems that you have made another fortune in the casino." Ma Shao looked at the happy Gideon and smiled.

Gideon also laughed and said, "Haha, they thought Ward could beat you, but I believe no one can beat you, you are the chosen fighter!"

Horse Whistle put away his smile and turned the conversation: "For any business to run for a long time, profit is essential, but gambling is not suitable as the main source of income. This is also a malady of boxing in the past."

"What are you going to do, Warchief?" Gideon said.

The 'big chief' he spoke of was Apache, and he didn't know the meaning of this word very well, but since all the subordinates of the horse sentry called him this way, he followed suit.

"Tickets and sponsorship." Ma Shao said, "We have to rely on these two first, and we can also try teaching. Although it may not be easy to make a profit, it is at least much better than gambling and fighting fake matches."

Gideon: "Great Chief, as long as you are in the ring, there will be as many tickets as you can sell!"

Horse Whistle: "I won't be here all the time. In fact, I have to leave London in a few days. I don't think I will participate in many fights in the future."

Gideon was taken aback: "Then who will participate in the competition?"

"My people."

"Are they as powerful as you?"

The horse whistle pondered: "No, but they are also skilled, even more skilled than me, and they are all qualified fighters."

Gideon couldn't help frowning: "But only the most powerful fighters can attract so much attention and money... At least, they may not be able to keep five hundred pounds."

"After me, the five-hundred-pound reward challenge can end." Ma Whistle said, "My people will walk into the ring like ordinary fighters."

"The rules of the game should also be improved. For example, we have to set the weight class. I can accept challenges from all weight classes, because there are almost no fighters heavier than me, but others are different."

"Weight is a huge gap. We should allow people with similar weights to participate in the competition, otherwise it will be unfair..."

The gap in hardware is the most fundamental gap. No matter how skilled a child is, it is impossible for a child to fight hand-to-hand with an adult.

The ideal competition should obviously be a comparison of technologies, and the gap in hardware must be limited.

So, as is well-known common sense for later generations, the whistle sets several weight classes for the game.

Next, "promoting and developing Apache traditional martial arts" became the work of some members of the Mashao clan.

It was an important job, and a plot like "the hero of the country beats the mighty foreigner" always touched people's emotions, especially for the martial Apaches and Europeans.

All the British boxers who came to challenge the horse whistle claimed the honor of the British boxers, at least in words.

The horse whistle's continuous victories in the past few days, most of which can be described as "easy", also made the Apache people very excited.

In the real world, the Apache is an ant in the eyes of the British Empire, and in this humble arena, the insignificant barbarians beat the empire to the ground - how exciting it is.

Of course, the dignity that Ma Shuo really yearns for is not only in the ring, or not in the ring at all.

He sometimes even felt that this kind of dignity seemed like a kind of intentional or unintentional charity and appeasement: the empire, which is rampant in the real world, gave its opponents unprecedented dignity and satisfaction in the stadium.

At least in the era when sports competition culture was promoted to the world in later generations, he would always have such an idea when he looked at those dilapidated countries that regarded a certain sport as the highest pursuit.

So for him, in-ring glory is a means, not an end.

Unsurprisingly, Ward's defeat sparked a backlash from the British boxing community, with more challengers pouring in.

Unfortunately, they couldn't challenge the horse post.

In fact, since then, Whistle has never appeared in any public combat competitions, and he just left the field with an undefeated record.

People are gradually ignoring his identity, and the media all over the UK have reported the news that soldiers from Apache are heading to the physics lecture hall of Cambridge University!
A barbarian warrior from America wants to give an academic report at Cambridge University?
At this time, from the princes and nobles to the traffickers, from the inside and outside of the physics and boxing circles, men, women and children, all know the existence of the horse whistle.

British public opinion was completely boiling.

If Ma Shuo was asked to find a description, he felt that the resurrection of dinosaurs was nothing more than that.

When he arrived in Cambridge by train, reporters and onlookers almost surrounded him.

Crowds of people, extremely noisy.

"The Apaches are there!"

"This guy is such a big guy, you can see him at a glance."

"It's hard to believe that this buffalo Indian is a physicist?"

"Is he a liar?"

"If you don't believe in his strength, you can challenge him. I have seen him play in London with my own eyes...he is simply a giant dragon."

"I mean physics. How can he be a physicist? It doesn't make sense. I'd rather believe that Tom next door to me is a physicist."

"Who knows, I don't know physics. Anyway, it's going to be some kind of academic report soon. I believe the Royal Society will tell us the answer. I heard that Mr. Faraday will also attend..."

"Take a photo, Apache!" Many people came with their cameras, but limited by the photo taking process at this time, if they want to successfully take a photo, they must first win the cooperation of Horse Whistle himself.

"No, thank you...can you please?" The horse whistle was almost squeezed to the point of nowhere.

"Take a photo!"

"I've taken a lot of pictures."

"Take another picture, please, sir!"

The horse whistle finally had to say: "Okay, you can take a photo of me, but after that, you need to ensure that I leave this station smoothly."

"No problem!" A group of photographers got busy and pointed their cameras at the horse post.

After taking the photos, Ma Shao and his party rented a carriage and went straight to Cambridge University, arriving at this prestigious academic hall not long after.

Although the British public opinion at this time was full of news about the horse post, as the top university in the UK, Cambridge University still reserved and did not give him special treatment.

"Welcome, Professor Thomson, Mr. Joule, and... um, Mr. Horse Whistle." They were greeted by a 50-[-]-year-old Cambridge professor, frowning slightly, reciting this Apa, which he thought was extremely awkward. Odd name.

"Long time no see, Professor Smith." Kelvin and Joule obviously knew this person and smiled.

"Hello." The horse whistle greeted.

Professor Smith nodded, and then said with a hint of meaning: "I have read your paper, it is very attractive, but there are also some confusing things... I believe that there are many people who are equally confused, you should do it. With some preparation, questions from the Royal Society are not so easy to deal with."

(End of this chapter)