Chapter 883: The match with the old man

Chapter 883 The game with the old man
Fu Nanli was sitting on the sofa by the side, and there were even waiters who came in to deliver red wine and whiskey. "Sir, if you need anything else, you can tell me."
Fu Nanli took the people and sat on the sofa: "The game hasn't started yet, don't be nervous."
Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "I believe in Song Yu."
Fu Nanli pressed his temple, you two really trusted and appreciated each other.
There is a TV in the private room, and there are betting situations on it. At present, there are the most people betting on the thunder of Master Fu.
The bet on second place is a horse named hero from Argentina.
Third, third...
Wen Qiao's horse bet on the 98th.
A total of 100 horses participated in the finals, and she ranked 98th, because it was the first time her horse participated in such a competition.
The odds for the bet are 530 to 1.
Wen Qiao calculated it. If her God of War won the third place, she could win 10 million, if she won the second place, she could earn 30 million, and if she won the championship, she would earn 100 million.
In this way, her ranking on the wealth list can rise a lot.
Moreover, let the old man see her strength.
In the private room next door, Fu Huaiyong took a sip of tea, and Uncle Li took a telescope to him: "Master, you are in a good state of thunder. You can take a look at the stable."
There are also live stables on TV.
They are all for these rich men to watch in their private rooms.
"That hero, which one is it." This is the only opponent he can admire.
"In the stable next door to Thunder, the black one is strong, but not explosive. This kind of short distance of one kilometer is definitely not better than your Thunder."
"Are there other horses with potential?"
"Currently there is no more."
Fu Huaiyong put down the binoculars in his hand: "Then I will give my thunder a little money and bet him to win."
"How much do you want to press?"
"Less than 20 million."
"Okay, I'll talk to the president of the Jockey Club."
On the other side, Fu Nanli asked Wen Qiao: "Do you want to bet?"
Wen Qiao: "Press, I suppress my God of War."
"Which is the one to crush him?"
Wen Qiao looked at the horse under the telescope lens and smiled: "For the sake of it being so calm, I will take the first place, 10 million."
She owns 10 million. If God of War really wins the championship, the odds will be doubled in the end, and she can get 200 million.
If you don't get it, you will lose 10 million.
It's just to spend money to train her God of War.
The rich and powerful people in a dozen private rooms either bet on the thunder of the old man or the strong foreign player hero.
Everyone said that the name of God of War is majestic, but the strength is definitely not worthy of this name, it is really unremarkable.
The 30,000 spectators at the racetrack saw the horse racing out of the gates, and they immediately burst into voices.
Wen Qiao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a binoculars, and saw Song Yu and God of War. Song Yu knew the general direction of Wen Qiao's private room and waved to her.
Fu Huaiyong in the private room next door sneered: "When this is the show? What is the wave of your hand? It's not steady at first glance."
Uncle Li echoed: "Isn't it, the first time I participated in the competition, I didn't feel like a general, and I would lose in a while."
Fu Huaiyong is not very interested, winning every year. Frankly speaking, he has no sense of expectation.
You have to work hard for the younger generation.
After the preparations were completed, a gun shot, and the horse racing all rushed out like arrows from the string.
(End of this chapter)