Chapter 97 The Rally Championship Winner Begs for a Red Ticket
Guangshan, the representative chairman, pointed at Hou Jun with a smile, and all the bosses were waiting for his results.
It is indeed difficult to make a choice among these four people. Without the cooperation and protection of the team, will Zhang Ming still be at the front? No one can say for sure. After all, racing is sometimes a matter of course.
In addition to technology, it also requires some luck.
Just like gambling and betting, if you are unlucky, no matter how big your bet is, the final result will only be a worse loss.
"Well, if you have to choose this, it's really not easy to choose." Hou Jun stared straight at the four cars on the big screen. The distance between each car was shortening, and the distance was widening.
It's not that big. Just looking at the screen here, it's impossible to tell which person has the advantage.
There is still some hesitation in choosing. People who compete on the track want to do their best to win the championship. The same is true for these big guys in front of the screen. Only when they bet on the right person can they show that they have vision and ability. Here
Each of the hundred or so bosses wants to win, but there are four of them. If you choose one, you are destined to abandon the other three.
Choosing one of the four elites is really not easy.
"Damn it, can you stop being such a mother-in-law and just choose someone? You can choose whoever you like. Either support Mr. Qin from your Nanjun Gang or your prospective son-in-law, Landlord Zhang. Is it possible that you still want to do that?"
I want to support Zhang Ming."
Seeing that Hou Jun was reluctant to make a decision, Yang Yihui complained to him impatiently. There were only 30 kilometers left to go. If he continued at Hou Jun's hesitant speed, the cars there would have finished the race, so he was probably still thinking about it.
Who should I choose?
It is estimated that Hou Jun was reluctant to make a choice because he could not make a choice between his subordinate Qin Xian and his son-in-law Yang Landlord.
However, Zhang Xiaolong is indeed worthy of their praise. It is not easy to lead the team into the top ten. Unexpectedly, he, who has always been at the back, can break into the top four seats with his tenacity and strength that refuses to admit defeat.
, and tied for third place with Luo Sheng.
This is definitely a dark horse, a dark horse that they cannot underestimate.
"I choose Qin Xian, and I bet 10 million!" Hou Jun was still hesitant at first, but Yang Yihui's words made him suddenly enlightened.
No matter whether he chooses Qin Xian or Zhang Xiaolong, he will not suffer a loss. If Qin Xian wins, then everyone will be happy that he made the right bet. If Qin Xian loses, the winning side is Zhang Xiaolong, and he also has no loss.
After all, Zhang Xiaolong is still his prospective son-in-law, so if he wins, he will naturally be disgraced.
Therefore, Hou Jun was betting, but he was betting not on one person, but on two people.
"Damn, what the heck, after all this, I still chose Qin Xian from your Southern Army Gang. I will come next, and of course I will support one of my own. I bet on Luo to win, the same ten million!" Yang Yihui was quite happy,
Unlike Luo Jun who has been thinking for so long, although he is also a shrewd person, he is also a cheerful person at heart.
Two of the big guys have already placed their bets, and at this time, the four cars on the big screen are still very close to each other. It seems that Hou Jun is indeed an old fox. The casual mention of the bet made him the first place.
Zhang Ming was also caught up by the other three drivers. It was really difficult to draw a conclusion about who would win.
"Mr. Guang, it's your turn next. Look, who do you want to bet and how much do you want to bet?" Hou Jun pretended to be respectful and asked the rosy-faced Mr. Guang. Now this old guy can still
He held the whole scene, and when the winner at the end was not Zhang Ming, he wanted to see if this old guy could remain as calm as he was now.
"Haha, I'm old, and I'm not as competitive as you. I think Zhang Xiaolong is a good boy. He must have great stamina if he can catch up from behind. I will bet on Zhang Xiaolong. The money is not much, five million is enough.
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Guang Lao's choice was unexpected by everyone. Although Zhang Ming was not in the leading position on the track, he would not necessarily fall behind. He had no reason to abandon Zhang Ming and choose Zhang Xiaolong, who had nothing to do with him.
"Haha, Mr. Guang has good eyesight. Sure enough, ginger is still hotter." Hou Jun laughed, applauded, and gave Mr. Guang a thumbs up.
People say that he, Hou Jun, is cunning and cunning. But today, it seems that Mr. Guang is the really powerful one. When everyone thought he would choose Zhang Ming, he made an unexpected choice.
Zhang Xiaolong, why?
Because he knew that Zhang Ming might not win the championship. After the escort team was cancelled, Zhang Ming had no advantage at all. The four of them were equivalent to standing on the same starting line. The four of them with equal strength have not been separated until now.
The distance is so close that the last moment must be the most exciting moment in the entire event.
If Zhang Ming is lucky and really wins the championship in this car race, then everyone will be happy. He can say that he is humble, and it is a kind of encouragement and support for newcomer Zhang Xiaolong. But if Zhang Ming misses the championship
, but Zhang Xiaolong won the final victory, then others will say that he has great vision and foresight.
This is in line with his friendly image of a boy with white hair. After all, he is the representative president, so his aura and style must be different from others.
"Since Mr. Guang has put his money on Zhang Xiaolong, I'll choose him too. I'll bet Zhang Xiaolong 10 million."
"Me too, Zhang Xiaolong, the same ten million!"
Huang Meng and Liu Xiaodong's teams were unable to enter the top ten due to the K-man's tricks, so they naturally bet on others.
They admired Zhang Xiaolong's unyielding tenacity. He was able to rush into the top four places alone from the large group behind him. As long as this landlord works harder at the last moment, he will definitely win the championship.
In any case, they followed Mr. Guang and bet the treasure to Zhang Xiaolong.
"Zhang Ming, Zhang Ming has always been the leading candidate before. Although the four of them are equally powerful, Zhang Ming's skills are still slightly higher than them." Sack followed Huang Meng and Liu Xiaodong and made the choice.
He was about to go against Huang Meng and Xiaodong. Since they were optimistic about Zhang Xiaolong, then he was optimistic about Zhang Ming. Anyway, it was just a bet, and the bet was just for fun.
"I'm betting on Zhang Xiaolong!"
"I'll take care of Zhang Xiaolong too!"
"I'll take care of Qin Xian!"
Big bosses, business and political bosses have also made their choices, and everyone has placed their bets.
In the Spring City skyscraper, all the big bosses' eyes were focused on the big screen in front of them. This competition was extremely fierce and tense. The competition was coming to an end. From the whole picture, all the players were working hard to catch up.
, one bites the other, refusing to give the other party any chance to break through the position next to him.
The four contestants on the track competed fiercely, but the bosses watching the competition in the building were also anxious.
"Holy shit, overtake him, overtake him quickly, damn, we'll reach the finish line if we don't overtake him." Yang Yihui's face turned red from suppressing his emotions. Looking at Luo Sheng on the screen who could never overtake, his eyebrows turned into knots.
Why can't this guy live up to his expectations? He's just a little bit behind. If he works harder, won't he surpass that guy Zhang Xiaolong?
"We definitely can't see the result now. This is going to kill us. It seems that who will win the championship can only be revealed at the moment of the final sprint. Now, we can only wait quietly.
I believe that the last moment will be much more exciting than now."
Huang Meng also frowned and put the thumb of his left hand under his lips and moved it back and forth, thinking.
It's useless for them to guess here. Judging from the current situation, even if the divine fortune teller Zhang Tiansheng is here, it is impossible to calculate who is the champion among the four.
If you want to reveal the final answer, you can only wait patiently. Presumably, these racers are chasing each other and restraining each other, while also saving their own energy. They are ready to go and stay in the final sprint with all their strength.
rushed forward.
There was a "squeak" and the sudden sound shocked everyone. Luo Sheng, who had been chasing Zhang Xiaolong just now, for some reason, the car kept spinning in circles. It seemed that there was something wrong with the tires.
"Damn it! Who put nails on the track! Your mother is cheating on me. It's almost the final sprint. Damn it, I'm wasting my time!" Luo Sheng quickly turned the steering wheel, but the car still stopped.
Relief, I guess two of the four tires have been punctured. If the car didn't roll over directly, it would be fatal.
I just didn't expect that my car would be pierced by nails. This was definitely someone who deliberately sprinkled it on the track, just to hit the car that was approaching the finish line. Sadly, I was bad enough. Among the four people, the other three cars were hit by nails.
All the cars were intact when passing by, but my own car was not damaged.
It was impossible to continue to catch up. He was helpless in the championship battle. He stopped the car helplessly and walked out of the car in defeat. At this moment, he really wanted to stab himself to death with a few iron nails.
What kind of fucking bullshit is this!
"It's a pity, it's a pity. If Luo Sheng hadn't had an accident, I think it would have been even more exciting when the four of them competed for the finish line. Alas!"
Hou Jun sighed softly, but he felt happy in his heart. No matter who spilled the nails on the track, it cannot be denied that these nails indeed helped them eliminate a strong opponent.
"Almost! We are about to sprint to the finish line!" the K-man figure exclaimed, and everyone's eyes focused on the big screen again.
The atmosphere of the entire venue has reached climax, and the cheers in the audience are getting louder and louder. The shouts are deafening, and they can feel the fiery atmosphere across the entire screen.
The kind of speed and passion that can only be experienced at the scene is something that these big guys sitting in skyscrapers and watching the game cannot experience.
View from the main stand inside the fluorescent screen