The staff of the Macau Jockey Club all spoke Cantonese, and Timur couldn't understand a single word. He was kicked off inexplicably and looked at Zhuang Rui blankly.
"Brother Timur, please wait a moment..."
Although Zhuang Rui could understand a few words in Cantonese, he could not hold a conversation. He turned to Mr. Chen and said: "The service of this Jockey Club can't be so bad, right? I can't let my horse be without a jockey."
ah!"
"Mr. Zhuang, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I'll talk to them right away..."
Mr. Chen also saw what happened just now, but before he could stop him, Timur had already obediently stepped off the scale. After hearing Zhuang Rui's words, he quickly stepped forward and stopped him.
That staff member.
"What...what did you say? He...he is a jockey? Is there anything wrong?"
After hearing what Chen Xiaojun said, the staff member in his early forties opened his mouth wide enough to put a duck egg in. After another look at Timur, he shook his head and said, "Don't be kidding me. I'm in Hong Kong and
I have worked at racecourses in Macau and Macau for more than 20 years in total, and I have never seen a jockey with such a figure..."
In fact, I don’t blame this staff member, because the jockeys who are being weighed at the moment are all short and lean. Almost no one is taller than 1.7 meters, and the good figure is enough to make many women
Everyone is envious and jealous.
"It's true, he is our jockey..."
Mr. Chen also had a helpless look on his face. Timur's figure might be more suitable for a wrestling venue. Standing among a group of jockeys, he did look very out of place.
"Don't be ridiculous. With this gentleman's stature, he can run with a horse on his back. How can he participate in horse racing?"
The staff member was a bit stubborn and shook his head like a rattle, refusing to believe what Chen Xiaojun said.
Seeing that the race time was approaching, Zhuang Rui became a little anxious. He stepped forward and said, "Are you mistaken? Whoever participates in the race is our business. This gentleman is the jockey I invited from Inner Mongolia."
, if you don’t weigh me again and delay the competition, can you afford it?”
Zhuang Rui's words stunned the staff member. Indeed, if the game was really delayed because of him, he really couldn't explain it. Although there was still a look of disbelief on his face, he still asked Timur.
He waved and said: "You come to weigh..."
The staff member took a rough look at the number on the scale, but sneered in his heart. If such a person participates in a speed horse race, even the best horse will be dragged down by him.
"Okay, okay, it's over fifty kilograms without weighing, go down, go down..."
According to the rules of the competition, the jockey's weight is not allowed to be less than 50 kilograms, but there is no upper limit. Even though Timur weighed 108 kilograms, the staff member was speechless.
Do not violate the rules of the conference.
"Grandma, I pissed off my buddy, so I brought King Kong over to be a jockey..."
Zhuang Rui glanced at the muttered staff member angrily. His idea was actually feasible, because there was no explicit provision in any horse racing regulations that humans must be the jockeys.
After the weighing process, it was the last 10 minutes before the start of the race. All the horses entered their respective starting positions according to their track numbers.
As before, almost all the jockeys and trainers were teasing the horses at this last moment, gradually increasing their excitement. Looking around the twelve horses, only the dealer ranked No. 12
Rui Chu, there was no movement at all.
Just like human track and field sprint competitions, the various tracks of horse racing are also relatively sophisticated. Horses that are famous and have won more championships are usually arranged on track No. 1 to No. 5. This is more conducive to the one-mile event.
Racing lanes.
In this kind of short-distance and extremely fast race, this is very important. Occupying a favorable track means being in the lead and blocking other horses from running. Often the winner of the race is here.
Generated within several runways.
Zhuifeng's participation in this competition was originally a temporary addition, and it did not have any reputation, nor had it participated in a professional competition, so it was given the position of track number 12.
Horses occupying such a track are usually the underdogs of the competition. This is how the odds of 1 to 50 such as Chasing the Wind come about. Of course, if you can bet on it, it also represents a huge return.
In fact, apart from the Qin family, there are several super-rich people from Hong Kong who have outperformed Zhui Feng to win. In fact, they are not optimistic about Zhui Feng and they are just selling to Zhuang Rui to save face.
Located at the very edge of the runway, no one paid much attention to Zhuifeng, but a group of people gathered around the staff member, pointing in the distance, as if they were laughing at Zhuang Rui.
"Damn it, do dogs look down on people?"
Zhuang Rui got angry and took out his cell phone to make a call, "Dad, can I still place bets now?"
"Yes, we still have the last three minutes to place bets. What's wrong? Don't you want to buy?"
Qin Haoran, who stayed in the box, lowered his voice for fear that his daughter next to him would hear that Qin Haoran, the father-in-law, absolutely supported his son-in-law when betting on horses.
"What are the odds of chasing the wind at the racecourse?" Zhuang Rui knew that his father-in-law bought a peripheral lottery, but it was the staff of the racecourse who offended him.
Qin Haoran's eyes swept across the electronic screen in front of him and said: "Zhuifeng pays 20 to one, you win the bet!"
"Dad, buy me one...forget it, 50 million, buy 50 million and bet on chasing the wind to win!"
Zhuang Rui originally wanted to say 100 million, but then he changed his mind. After all, this competition was organized by Sitai Company. Winning her money doesn't mean winning his own money?
And 50 million is not too small. If Zhuifeng wins, 50 million will be one billion Hong Kong dollars. Zhuang Rui's domestic charity fund can inject another huge amount.
"Okay, I'll transfer the money right now, I hope it's not too late..."
Qin Haoran didn't know what happened to Zhuang Rui, but his son-in-law wanted to buy a horse, so of course he had to support it. After hanging up the phone, he hurriedly started the operation.
"Fighting with brother? I look back at you crying..."
Zhuang Rui glanced at the staff member with a very evil look, although he also knew that no matter how much he won, that person would not lose a hair.
However, if the racecourse knew that they had to pay one billion in compensation because of that person's actions, would they kill the staff member alive?
In fact, with Zhuang Rui's character, he would not have known these people in the first place. However, when he came to Hong Kong this time, especially after those people saw Zhui Feng, Zhuang Rui felt very unhappy with all kinds of doubts. It was only at this moment that he
It just broke out.
…
"Zhuifeng, you must listen to Brother Timur. When he tells you to slow down, you must slow down, otherwise I won't care if King Kong comes back to harass you..."
When there were only three minutes left, Zhuang Rui hugged Zhui Feng's head and warned him again in his ear. If this guy ran away and started to have fun, even Zhuang Rui sometimes wouldn't be able to hold him back.
"Lulu..."
After Zhuifeng heard Zhuang Rui's words, he nodded hurriedly. Thinking about King Kong's nearly three-meter height pressing down on him, Zhuifeng shuddered.
"Okay, at the last minute, the horse owner and trainer stepped back..."
When the one-minute countdown entered, the on-site staff felt that the trainers and horse owners were outside the cordon, and the jockeys who had not mounted their horses in order to preserve their horses' strength also got on their horses one after another.
"Fang Fang, your father's horse will run out soon. Come on, cheer for your father..."
In the box at the racecourse, Qin Haoran was holding his grandson, but his eyes were just staring at the countdown numbers on the screen at the starting point, with a rare nervous look on his face.
"Dad, you just want to bet on your own, but you still want to teach a bad kid?"
Qin Xuanbing, who was on the side, had an unhappy face. She stretched out her hand to hug her son and said, "Give it to me. If you turn around and run away, you can probably throw Fang Fang out..."
"How can it be possible? No, no way..."
Qin Haoran's face turned red when his daughter said it. After handing his grandson to his daughter, he picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.
"Five, four, three, two, one, bang!"
Just before Qin Haoran put down the coffee cup in his hand, a clear starting gun sounded, twelve horse stalls opened at the same time, and more than a dozen horses rushed out.
Seeing this situation, Qin Haoran felt as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood. No matter what he was holding, he threw it back, clenched his hands into fists, and shouted loudly to the outside: "Come on!
Come on, come on chasing the wind..."
"Hey? Where's Zhui Feng?"
After shouting "Come on" twice, Qin Haoran realized that although the barrier at No. 12 had been opened, there seemed to be no horses running out. He was dumbfounded.
"Twelve horses came out of the hurdle. One horse was in the lead from the beginning. It was No. 3. Number 3 was the seeded player in this race. Oh, my God, what happened? Why didn't horse No. 12 come out of the hurdle?
Huh? What happened there?"
The commentator, who was explaining passionately, also noticed the situation at this moment and shouted loudly, which made everyone in the stadium pay attention to the No. 12 runway at the end.
Qin Haoran was dumbfounded. Zhuang Rui, who was staying at the starting point, became anxious and shouted at Zhui Feng who was standing there motionless: "Zhui Feng, run!"
I have never been in a horse race before, so how did I know that the starting gun is the signal to start? I am still standing there.
But just after Zhuang Rui shouted, Zhui Feng, who was originally stationary, rushed out like a bolt of lightning.
