The young man shook his head arrogantly and said, "Sir, I'm very sorry! I won't sell this horse!"
"I'm willing to pay five million!" Fang Xiaoyu liked it very much.
However, the young man still raised his face arrogantly, got on the horse's back, and flattered him proudly: "This horse is a pure breed, an excellent breed among the bloody horses. Even if it costs a thousand
I won’t sell it even if it’s 10,000 yuan. I’ve already won two Hong Kong and Macau horse racing championships on this BMW. I’m going to use this BMW to win the championship today. Sorry!”
After saying that, the young man gently gathered the reins of the horse and rode the sweaty horse slowly out of the market. After a while, he saw the guy lowering his body and riding the horse quickly on the hillside.
, in just the blink of an eye, he rushed to the racecourse opposite.
Looking at the back of the bloody horse leaving, Fang Xiaoyu's soul seemed to have been taken away.
"No, I must get this horse." Fang Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and said to Chi Xueli on the side: "Let's go to the racecourse now and have a look!"
"Okay!" Seeing Fang Xiaoyu's dejected look, Chi Xueli comforted him: "Xiaoyu, if you like it, how about I spend 10 million of my private money to buy you this bloody BMW?"
Come down!"
"How can that work? Now I am fully capable of making money on my own."
Fang Xiaoyu smiled and secretly calculated today's fortune in his heart. As he calculated, he felt ecstatic in his heart and couldn't help but said to Chi Xueli who was standing aside: "I have a hunch. I'm going to have good luck today. Maybe, I will be lucky.
God asked you to bring me here to give me that bloody horse. Come on, let's go to the racetrack and place bets to see if we can pick up some money."
Chi Xueli took Fang Xiaoyu to the racecourse, which was full of people and lively.
The host took the microphone, raised his face and shouted loudly to everyone.
"Hurry up, everyone, place your bets. Our race is about to start. Today our Mr. Gaudius came to the race track with his precious white colt. The white colt was the winner of the last Hong Kong and Macau Horse Racing.
The championship. Today it has a very good chance of winning. However, Mr. Kayaka Sayo from Japan brought the Arabian horse Lightning Colt, which is the most famous horse in the world. The Lightning Colt once represented the Japanese team and won the third place in the Asian competition.
."
"So, these two players and their BMWs have a good fight. Let's place your bets quickly! The odds of the white horse are five, and the odds of the lightning horse are three. Please place your bets if you are optimistic. Don't miss it.
.In five minutes, our game is about to start."
Under the host's very sensational encouragement, the onlookers began to place bets. The scene was very heated.
"I bet on Baiju to win. I bet 10,000 yuan."
"I'll bet on the Lightning Horse to win, and I'll fight it for 50,000 yuan."
Chi Xueli glanced at Fang Xiaoyu on the side, smiled slightly and said: "Xiaoyu, do you want to place a bet?"
"Of course." Fang Xiaoyu replied casually. His eyes carefully looked at the two BMWs next to the manger. The more he looked at them, the more he felt that something was wrong.
According to Fang Xiaoyu's equestrian skills, he was told that the current condition of the two horses was very bad. Because there was already a black evil energy in their horoscopes, especially the sweaty horse.
"I won't pledge any more!" Fang Xiaoyu temporarily changed his mind.
At this moment, the host's shout came again.
"Hurry up, and we have our No. 6 rookie Dilu. Dilu is a pony, a horse breed from China. It is called Erchuanzi in the local dialect. It ranks seventh in the world BMW rankings. Although the ranking is a bit
It’s low, but this horse’s appearance is very attractive. Look at how white this horse is…”
When the host said this, there was a burst of boos from the crowd. Obviously no one looked down on this short and small Erguanzi.
Seeing everyone laughing, the host immediately raised his voice and shouted: "Of course, the strength of Erchuanzi is obviously worse than that of the sweaty horse and Arabian horse in front. But our fortune teller said that today's horses
Among BMWs, it has the best luck. So you can also consider this Erchuanzi. Its odds are astonishingly high, up to 50 times. Everyone, press hard!"
The host's words made Fang Xiaoyu's eyes flash with light.
He looked carefully at the horse named Dilu, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the horse was unusual. At first glance, the horse looked gray and gray, and even the hair on its body was not very smooth. But upon closer inspection, it became clear that
I discovered that the mane on this guy’s neck is very special.
It is mentioned in the horse-reading chapter that in horse-reading, first look at the mane, secondly look at the eyes, thirdly look at the nose, fourthly look at the legs, fifthly look at the waist and seventhly look at the tail. Whether the horse is energetic or not can be seen from the mane of the horse.
Although this horse is small in stature, its mane gives people a feeling of high energy, and its eyes are quite sharp. What's even more rare is that its nose has that ferocious look. It is not an ordinary person, and it is not trained at all.
I can't stand such a fierce horse.
After watching for a while, Fang Xiaoyu said to Chi Xueli on the side: "Quick, let's stake Dilu, one hundred thousand."
Fang Xiaoyu quickly ran to the betting table and placed a bet of 100,000. Because the limit was 100,000, Fang Xiaoyu could not bet more.
Chi Xueli on the side was not too optimistic, but in order to make Fang Xiaoyu happy, she still followed suit and bet 20,000.
When the two turned around and were about to return to their seats, they happened to meet the two rich second generations who had mocked Fang Xiaoyu halfway.
"Hey! Isn't this the big brother who knows how to tell horses just now? What? You guys come to bet on horses too!"
"It's just a small deposit." Fang Xiaoyu replied with a smile.
"What number are you betting on?" One of the second-generation rich men wearing sunglasses took off his glasses and asked Fang Xiaoyu.
"No. 6 Dilu!" Fang Xiaoyu replied calmly.
"Damn! You kid is out of your mind! Dilu is a second-rate horse. How can he outrun a sweaty BMW and an Arabian horse? Besides, there are more than ten horses competing in the entire field, and there are many more powerful horses than him.
It's gone. Brother, you are so stupid! You are so stupid that even a passerby like me can't stand it. Even if you have money, you are not such a waste!"
As the two rich second generations spoke, they shook their heads again and again, indicating that there was no cure.
Fang Xiaoyu did not refute, but Chi Xueli on the side replied unconvinced.
"Hey! Why do you think others are stupid? What if it's an upset?"
"An upset?" The second-generation rich man couldn't help but laugh: "Even if it's an upset, it's impossible to upset this two-stringed horse! If someone dares to do this in the racecourse, I can guarantee that even the seats in the arena will be destroyed.
Demolished."
As the two were talking, they heard a crisp "bell" ringing on the field, and the horse racing began.
As soon as the fence opened, all the horses rushed forward like Li Hong's arrows.
The person running at the front was the sweaty horse and white horse, followed closely by the Japanese fast horse Lightning. The scene shouted loudly, everyone's hearts tightened, and even Fang Xiaoyu began to lose his composure. (To be continued.