Chapter One Thousand Eight Hundred and Eighty Six: Lost the Bet
Is this going to show the fox's tail?
Han Du glanced at Zhu Zhanji with a smile, and asked pretending not to care, "What your Highness said is true. There are indeed many people who like to bet on horses. After all, betting on horses is fair. Everything is under people's noses."
Who wins and who loses depends on your eyesight."
Another reason why horse racing is popular among the people is that there are indeed many people who win money from the racecourse, and there are quite a few such people.
Many people have even begun to study horses, specifically to win money.
The racecourse doesn't care about this at all. No matter how much they win, it's all other gamblers' money. As long as the racecourse maintains its margin, it will make a profit without losing money.
Therefore, at the racecourse, the most marketable book is "The Book of Horses", and almost everyone has a copy.
Zhu Zhanji smiled after hearing this and nodded in agreement, "Since you all think betting on horse racing is fair, why don't you come and take a gamble?"
coming!
Han Du guessed Zhu Zhanji's plan in his heart, but asked calmly, "What does Your Highness want to bet on?"
The fingers in Zhu Zhanji's sleeves clenched into fists silently, suppressing the tension in his heart, and said calmly, "If Gu is lucky enough to win, I hope the master can allow Gu to take away a hundred people from the academy."
Afraid of irritating Han Du, Zhu Zhanji immediately added, "Of course, you can rest assured that I will not use force to force them to leave. How about letting them make their own choices?"
Sure enough, Zhu Zhanji has been thinking about the academy students from the beginning to the end! He also said that he should let the academy students make their own choices. Isn't this just an attempt to silence himself?
Han Du sneered in his heart, glanced around and found that everyone was looking at him.
Only then did I understand that Zhu Zhanji wanted to use others to force him to agree.
Han Du did not agree directly, but instead asked, "Since it is horse racing, what is your winnings? You can't get everything, right?"
"Of course not." Zhu Zhanji couldn't hide his excitement, and said in a hurried tone, "If I lose alone, how about I give you one hundred thousand taels of silver?"
After hearing this, Han Du couldn't help but look at Zhu Zhanji. In his mind, one hundred academy students were equivalent to one hundred thousand taels of silver. It seemed that he valued the academy students very much. On average, each one was equivalent to one thousand taels of silver.
It weighs almost as much as a human being.
Han Du laughed loudly, gathered up his sleeves and stretched out his hand to high-five Zhu Zhanji. "Since His Highness is interested in this, how can I be a disappointment? That's it."
"Pa" the palms of the two people hit each other.
Zhu Zhanji said happily, "It's a deal."
"So, who will choose first now?" Han Du looked at Zhu Zhanji with a smile, guessing that since he dared to bet with him, he must have someone to rely on.
Nothing in this world is fair, especially gambling! I have only heard of gambling and unscrupulous means, but I have never heard of fairness.
There are only fifteen horses in a horse race, and the final winner will definitely be among them. Whoever chooses first will be able to take a huge advantage, and even be able to choose the winner and directly lock in the chance of winning.
Sure enough, Zhu Zhanji didn't give in at all when it came to who should choose first. On the contrary, the moment Han Du finished speaking, he said impatiently, "My father-in-law is the host, and Gu is just a visitor. How about letting Gu choose first?"
The visitor is a guest. From the perspective of etiquette, it is indeed Han Du who should let Zhu Zhanji choose first. If Han Du insists on choosing first at this time, I am afraid he will be laughed at.
Etiquette, chicken intestines.
Therefore, Zhu Zhanji's words were not to discuss with Han Du, but to control Han Du's army.
Han Du glanced at him with a smile.
Zhu Zhanji felt guilty, and he did not want to trick Han Du in such an obvious way. But he had no choice. Academy students were crucial to Xinming's future development.
Even if he offended Han Du, he would take him back.
Seeing Zhu Zhanji's nervousness, Han Du sighed and said, "Okay, then it's up to you to choose."
"Thank you, sir." Zhu Zhanji's palms were already sweating. If Han Du refused to let go, then he really had no choice.
Zhu Zhanji pretended to turn around and glanced at the stable, and said without hesitation, "Select No. 8."
No. 8 Han Du was too lazy to expose Zhu Zhanji's little thoughts and raised his head to look at No. 8.
I saw a black horse standing there, sneezing sometimes and pawing the ground with its hoofs.
"It is indeed a good horse!" Han Du praised, causing everyone around him to nod in agreement.
Horse No. 8 is tall, with vivid muscles all over its body. Its hooves are wide and its legs are slender and powerful, which is in line with the characteristics of a good horse.
"I wonder what number I will choose?" Seeing that Han Du had not chosen, Zhu Zhanji was worried that something would go wrong and wanted Han Du to make a decision quickly.
"Okay, then I will choose No. 9." Han Du said casually.
Number nine?
Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted to Horse No. 8 by Han Du's words.
How can I say this horse is a bit unattractive compared to No. 8. It is not as tall as No. 8, and it does not have as flexible muscles as No. 8, but it does not have the agitation of No. 8 and stands there quietly, just like a sculpture.
Everyone's eyes focused on Han Du, thinking he had made the wrong choice?
Han Du ignored everyone and said calmly to Zhu Zhanji, "I have a request."
Zhu Zhanji was stunned for a moment, looked around and saw everyone looking at him, chuckled lightly to cover up his embarrassment, nodded and said, "Master, please tell me."
"Change a group of riders." Han Du said before Zhu Zhanji could react.
Zhu Zhanji was shocked. If he didn't know that no one could figure out the clues, he could hardly hide the shock on his face.
When betting on horses, you bet on the horse, not the rider. Therefore, Han Du's request is not unexpected, and is even reasonable.
In full view of everyone, Zhu Zhanji had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.
"sure."
This made me feel relieved. Han Du didn’t say anything more. He sat up straight and looked at the racecourse and said softly.
"Then let's get started."
Soon, a group of riders replaced the original ones. After everything was ready, with the sound of a gong, the railing in front of the horses fell instantly, and fifteen horses galloped out.
When Zhu Zhanji saw that No. 8 was leading the pack, he breathed a sigh of relief. But before he could relax, after the third lap, No. 9, who was originally in the middle, began to exert force and gradually overtook a horse.
Right behind No. 8.
A bad premonition lingered in Zhu Zhanji's heart. He clenched his fists and tightened his lips, as if he wished he could ride the No. 8 horse himself.
Finally, with the sound of a gong, the first one crossed the finish line.
It's number nine!
Zhu Zhanji lost. Is this going to reveal the fox’s tail?
Han Du glanced at Zhu Zhanji with a smile, and asked pretending not to care, "What your Highness said is true. There are indeed many people who like to bet on horses. After all, betting on horses is fair. Everything is under people's noses."
Who wins and who loses depends on your eyesight."
Another reason why horse racing is popular among the people is that there are indeed many people who win money from the racecourse, and there are quite a few such people.
Many people have even begun to study horses, specifically to win money.
The racecourse doesn't care about this at all. No matter how much they win, it's all other gamblers' money. As long as the racecourse maintains its margin, it will make a profit without losing money.
Therefore, at the racecourse, the most marketable book is "The Book of Horses", and almost everyone has a copy.
Zhu Zhanji smiled after hearing this and nodded in agreement, "Since you all think betting on horse racing is fair, why don't you come and take a gamble?"
coming!
Han Du guessed Zhu Zhanji's plan in his heart, but asked calmly, "What does Your Highness want to bet on?"
The fingers in Zhu Zhanji's sleeves clenched into fists silently, suppressing the tension in his heart, and said calmly, "If Gu is lucky enough to win, I hope the master can allow Gu to take away a hundred people from the academy."
Afraid of irritating Han Du, Zhu Zhanji immediately added, "Of course, you can rest assured that I will not use force to force them to leave. How about letting them make their own choices?"
Sure enough, Zhu Zhanji has been thinking about the academy students from the beginning to the end! He also said that he should let the academy students make their own choices. Isn't this just an attempt to silence himself?
Han Du sneered in his heart, glanced around and found that everyone was looking at him.
Only then did I understand that Zhu Zhanji wanted to use others to force him to agree.
Han Du did not agree directly, but instead asked, "Since it is horse racing, what is your winnings? You can't get everything, right?"
"Of course not." Zhu Zhanji couldn't hide his excitement, and said in a hurried tone, "If I lose alone, how about I give you one hundred thousand taels of silver?"
After hearing this, Han Du couldn't help but look at Zhu Zhanji. In his mind, one hundred academy students were equivalent to one hundred thousand taels of silver. It seemed that he valued the academy students very much. On average, each one was equivalent to one thousand taels of silver.
It weighs almost as much as a human being.
Han Du laughed loudly, gathered up his sleeves and stretched out his hand to high-five Zhu Zhanji. "Since His Highness is interested in this, how can I be a disappointment? That's it."
"Pa" the palms of the two people hit each other.
Zhu Zhanji said happily, "It's a deal."
"So, who will choose first now?" Han Du looked at Zhu Zhanji with a smile, guessing that since he dared to bet with him, he must have someone to rely on.
Nothing in this world is fair, especially gambling! I have only heard of gambling and unscrupulous means, but I have never heard of fairness.
There are only fifteen horses in a horse race, and the final winner will definitely be among them. Whoever chooses first will be able to take a huge advantage, and even be able to choose the winner and directly lock in the chance of winning.
Sure enough, Zhu Zhanji didn't give in at all when it came to who should choose first. On the contrary, the moment Han Du finished speaking, he said impatiently, "My father-in-law is the host, and Gu is just a visitor. How about letting Gu choose first?"
The visitor is a guest. From the perspective of etiquette, it is indeed Han Du who should let Zhu Zhanji choose first. If Han Du insists on choosing first at this time, I am afraid he will be laughed at.
Etiquette, chicken intestines.
Therefore, Zhu Zhanji's words were not to discuss with Han Du, but to control Han Du's army.
Han Du glanced at him with a smile.
Zhu Zhanji felt guilty, and he did not want to trick Han Du in such an obvious way. But he had no choice. Academy students were crucial to Xinming's future development.
Even if he offended Han Du, he would take him back.
Seeing Zhu Zhanji's nervousness, Han Du sighed and said, "Okay, then it's up to you to choose."
"Thank you, sir." Zhu Zhanji's palms were already sweating. If Han Du refused to let go, then he really had no choice.
Zhu Zhanji pretended to turn around and glanced at the stable, and said without hesitation, "Select No. 8."
No. 8 Han Du was too lazy to expose Zhu Zhanji's little thoughts and raised his head to look at No. 8.
I saw a black horse standing there, sneezing sometimes and pawing the ground with its hoofs.
"It is indeed a good horse!" Han Du praised, causing everyone around him to nod in agreement.
Horse No. 8 is tall, with vivid muscles all over its body. Its hooves are wide and its legs are slender and powerful, which is in line with the characteristics of a good horse.
"I wonder what number I will choose?" Seeing that Han Du had not chosen, Zhu Zhanji was worried that something would go wrong and wanted Han Du to make a decision quickly.
"Okay, then I will choose No. 9." Han Du said casually.
Number nine?
Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted to Horse No. 8 by Han Du's words.
How can I say this horse is a bit unattractive compared to No. 8. It is not as tall as No. 8, and it does not have as flexible muscles as No. 8, but it does not have the agitation of No. 8 and stands there quietly, just like a sculpture.
Everyone's eyes focused on Han Du, thinking he had made the wrong choice?
Han Du ignored everyone and said calmly to Zhu Zhanji, "I have a request."
Zhu Zhanji was stunned for a moment, looked around and saw everyone looking at him, chuckled lightly to cover up his embarrassment, nodded and said, "Master, please tell me."
"Change a group of riders." Han Du said before Zhu Zhanji could react.
Zhu Zhanji was shocked. If he didn't know that no one could figure out the clues, he could hardly hide the shock on his face.
When betting on horses, you bet on the horse, not the rider. Therefore, Han Du's request is not unexpected, and is even reasonable.
In full view of everyone, Zhu Zhanji had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.
"sure."
This made me feel relieved. Han Du didn’t say anything more. He sat up straight and looked at the racecourse and said softly.
"Then let's get started."
Soon, a group of riders replaced the original ones. After everything was ready, with the sound of a gong, the railing in front of the horses fell instantly, and fifteen horses galloped out.
When Zhu Zhanji saw that No. 8 was leading the pack, he breathed a sigh of relief. But before he could relax, after the third lap, No. 9, who was originally in the middle, began to exert force and gradually overtook a horse.
Right behind No. 8.
A bad premonition lingered in Zhu Zhanji's heart. He clenched his fists and tightened his lips, as if he wished he could ride the No. 8 horse himself.
Finally, with the sound of a gong, the first one crossed the finish line.