Di Lu, whom Fang Xiaoyu was optimistic about, ran at the end of the fourteen horses. Chi Xueli on the side suddenly felt discouraged and sighed in disappointment.
"It's over. Xiaoyu, your 100,000 yuan has been wasted."
"It's okay! There is still a turning point." Fang Xiaoyu replied very calmly. He believed in the horse fortune-telling skills in the "Beast Phrase Book".
At this time, the two rich second generations sitting behind Fang Xiaoyu laughed proudly.
"Beautiful! The white horse has finally reached the first place. If we go a few dozen meters further, the championship will be ours. Haha!"
"A guaranteed profit of 100,000."
The two laughed proudly for a while, and when they saw that Dilu, whom Fang Xiaoyu had chosen, was running at the end, they couldn't help but laugh.
"Look, Er Chuanzi is running at the back of the mongrel that this silly boy has bet on!"
"This guy's money is going to be wasted. Haha!"
The two of them were smiling proudly, but soon their expressions darkened again, and then they began to curse.
"Impossible, why is Bai Ju running slower and slower?"
"I went and was overtaken by lightning.",
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd screamed again.
"Look, Lu Di, who is running at the end, is catching up. He is about to catch up with Bai Ju."
"Holy shit, I've already thrown away Bai Ju and followed Lightning closely."
"Lightning, run faster...fuck...what the hell could you do?"
"If it doesn't work, Bai Ju won't be able to do it either!"
As he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a shrill neighing sound from the racecourse. The running white horse leaned forward, rolled on the spot, and fell heavily to the ground.
At this time, Erchuanzi Dilu had already surpassed the lightning and rushed towards the finish line at a very fast speed.
However, Dilu's victory did not win the cheers of the crowd. Instead, there were boos and curses.
“Damn it’s so fake!”
"Fuck you, you did this behind-the-scenes operation."
"I will never come to this poor racecourse again."
"Smash it and get the fuck out of here."
Most people bet their chips on the sweaty white horse and the Arabian horse Lightning. No one thought that the humble second stringer Dirou would win the championship.
Some excited spectators even threw objects on the field and cursed.
The two wealthy second-generation men wearing sunglasses also started to curse.
"Your sister! I wasted fifty thousand yuan."
"This damn thing is just a fake thing! It's so unfair. I lost a hundred thousand."
Everyone in the audience was extremely angry, but Fang Xiaoyu was very calm.
He put his arm around Chi Xueli's waist, and Xiaoyou said excitedly: "I'm rich! I made five million this time! This money is really good."
"Xiaoyu, you are so awesome." Chi Xueli kissed Fang Xiaoyu on the face and said emotionally: "I also made a million."
The two hugged each other and felt a little excited for a while.
After the two rich second generations scolded each other for a while, they quickly set their eyes on Fang Xiaoyu's face again. They showed envy and admiration, and their eyes were shining brightly.
"Hey! Man, you are such a genius! You can win on such an unexpected number. It's really awesome."
"Brother, look at the next game, what number should I buy? It's convenient to reveal it! Otherwise, we can win half of it!"
The two rich second generation people were in mixed moods at this time, regretting that they had not followed Fang Xiaoyu to bet No. 6. Now, they were trying to please them in every possible way, hoping that they could accompany him to bet No. 6 again.
"Luck, it all depends on luck." Fang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Didn't the host say it? The fortune tellers all said that this two-string horse has good luck, so I bought it. If you listened to the host,
You'll get rich. You'd better ask the host what number to bet on!"
With that said, Fang Xiaoyu grabbed Chi Xueli's slim waist and said, "Let's go and claim the prize."
"Let's go!"
The two happily walked towards the exchange center.
When people knew that Fang Xiaoyu had won five million, they all looked at him with envy and jealousy.
At this time, the racecourse was already half empty, and horse fans left the venue one by one with resentment.
This unexpected turn of events caused even the staff inside the racecourse center to express surprise and start talking about it.
Fang Xiaoyu remembered the two-string horse Madilu. After claiming the prize, he asked the staff at the prize redemption center.
"Hello, sir, I would like to buy the BMW No. 6 Dilu that you just entered. Who should I contact for this matter?"
The fat manager of the prize redemption center couldn't help but laugh after hearing this: "Brother, that horse with two strings won the certificate was entirely based on luck. Why did you buy it? I can guarantee that this horse will not have such results next time.
Okay. Do you know what happened just now? The sweaty horse’s leg was broken. After the fast horse finished the lightning race, white foam came out of his mouth and he also fell. If not, the two horses were in good condition.
Those two horses will never win the championship even if they die."
"It doesn't matter, it's a two-stringed horse anyway. It's good to buy it back to carry things." Fang Xiaoyu said with a smile. But he already knew it in his heart. He knew that this horse must be a rare BMW, but it has not been thoroughly trained yet.
Just melted.
"Go and take a look at the nursing center! I can only help you so far." The fat supervisor replied lightly and ignored Fang Xiaoyu.
Fang Xiaoyu brought Chi Xueli to the feeding center. Looking forward, he saw a circle of people on the lawn, busy and busy.
The young man who rode the sweaty horse earlier, Mr. Moran Gaudes, asked the veterinarian anxiously.
"Medicine, what happened to my horse? Can it be cured?"
"Mr. Morangaudis, this horse's leg can be cured, but even if it is cured, I'm afraid he won't be able to participate in competitions in the future."
"Ah!..." Mr. Moran Gaudis grabbed the veterinarian's collar sadly: "Son of a bitch, what did you say? Do you mean that my horse has become a useless horse?"
"Mr. Morangaudis, please calm down." The veterinarian tried his best to control his emotions and comforted: "Although this horse cannot compete, it will not die..."
"If I can't compete, what do I want from this useless horse?" Moran Gaudez pushed the veterinarian away angrily, his teeth itching with hatred, and he kept complaining: "It's really unlucky. If I had known this, I would have done it before.
This horse should be sold. Now I’m afraid no one will want it even if it costs three million.”
Fang Xiaoyu gently pushed aside the crowd, came to the front of the sweaty BMW, and carefully looked at the injury of the BMW.
Just at this time, Mr. Moran Gaudis saw Fang Xiaoyu and couldn't help shouting excitedly.
"Hey! Sir, don't you want to buy my horse? You can take it for five million! This horse lost the race and I don't want it anymore. I'll sell it to you cheaply!"
"Mr. Moran Gaudes, I think this horse not only lost the race, but is probably disabled! I have to see its injuries before I can make a decision."
After saying that, Fang Xiaoyu squatted down in front of the sweaty BMW. He thought to himself, if the horse's leg bones could be reconnected, it would still be a BMW. Then it would be able to kill this guy's price. If only one
If you can buy it for millions, you will make a lot of money. (To be continued)