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Chapter 1223: Extreme Storm (4)

"Zhuang Rui'an replied, what's wrong?

The staff of the Macau Jockey Club spoke Cantonese, and Timur couldn't even understand a word, so he was inexplicably driven down, looking at Zhuang Rui blankly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Brother Timur, wait a minute......"

Although Zhuang Rui could understand a few words of Cantonese, he couldn't talk to him, so he turned his face to look at Mr. Chen and said, "The service of this Jockey Club won't be so bad, right?

"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 it, Timur had already obediently walked down from the scale, and after hearing Zhuang Rui's words, he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the staff.

"You...... What do you say......? He's a jockey, what's wrong?"

After hearing Chen Xiaojun's words, the staff member in his early forties opened his mouth enough to stuff a duck egg into it, and after staring at Timur again, he shook his head again and again: "Don't be kidding, I have worked in the racecourses in Hong Kong and Macau for more than 20 years, and I have never seen a jockey of such a size......

In fact, I don't blame this staff, because the jockeys who are weighing at the moment are all short and lean, and almost none of them are more than one meter seven tall, and the good figure is enough to make many women envious, jealous and hateful.

"It's true, he's our jockey......"

Mr. Chen also looked helpless, Timur's figure, or it is more suitable to go to the wrestling venue, standing in a group of jockeys, it does seem very abrupt.

"Don't be kidding, with this gentleman's stature, he can run with a horse on his back, how can he participate in a horse race?"

The staff member was a little stubborn, shaking his head like a rattle, and he just refused to believe Chen Xiaojun's words.

Seeing that the time for the competition was approaching, Zhuang Rui was also a little anxious, stepped forward and said: "Are you mistaken, who participates in the competition, that's our business, this gentleman is a jockey I invited from Inner Mongolia, if you don't weigh it again, delay the race, can you afford it?"

Zhuang Rui's words made the staff stunned, indeed, if he really delayed the game because of him, then he really couldn't explain, although there was still a look of disbelief on his face, but he still beckoned to Timur and said, "You come to weigh it......"

The staff glanced at the numbers on the scales roughly, but they sneered in their hearts, such a person went to participate in speed racing, I am afraid that no matter how good the horse is, he will be dragged down.

"Okay, okay, you don't need to weigh it more than fifty kilograms, go down, go down......"

According to the rules of the competition, the weight of the jockey is not allowed to be less than 50 kilograms, but there is no upper limit, although Timur weighed 108 kilograms, the staff member also had nothing to say, which did not violate the rules of the conference.

"Grandma's, annoyed buddy, I pulled King Kong over as a jockey......"

Zhuang Rui glanced at the staff member who was muttering angrily, his idea was actually really feasible, because in any horse racing regulations, there was no explicit provision that human beings must be used as jockeys.

After the weigh-in procedure, the last 10 minutes of the race began, and all the horses moved into the starting positions according to the number of their tracks.

As just now, almost all the jockeys and trainers teased the horses at this last moment, so that their excitement gradually increased, and when they looked around the entire twelve horses, there was only Zhuang Rui, who was ranked twelfth, and there was no movement.

Like human track and field sprint races, the various tracks of horse racing are also more elegant, and the horses that have won many championships are generally arranged in the No. 1 to No. 5 tracks, so that in the one-mile race, it is more conducive to the race of horses.

This is very important in this kind of short speed race, occupying a favorable track represents the lead of the horse, and can also block the running position of other horses, and often the championship of the race is produced in these tracks.

Chasing the wind to participate in this race was originally added temporarily, and it didn't have any fame, let alone a professional competition, so it was given a position on track 12.

Horses that occupy such a track are generally the underdogs of the race, such as the odds of chasing the wind in 1 to 50, which is how it comes about, of course, if you can bet on it, it also represents a huge return.

In fact, in addition to the Qin family, there are several super-rich people on Hong Kong Island who have pressed Chasing the Wind to win, in fact, they are not optimistic about Chasing the Wind, they are just selling Zhuang Rui a face.

Located at the far edge of the runway, no one paid attention to chasing the wind, but a group of people gathered around the staff member, pointing at them in the distance, as if laughing at Zhuang Rui.

"Damn, dogs look down on people?"

Zhuang Rui got angry for a while, took out his mobile phone and called, "Dad, can you still bet now?"

"Yes, there is still time for the last three minutes of betting, what's the matter, don't you buy it?"

Qin Haoran, who was staying in the box, lowered his voice, for fear that the daughter next to him would hear that Qin Haoran, the old man, absolutely supported his son-in-law in betting on the horse.

"What are the odds of chasing the wind in the racecourse?" Zhuang Rui knew that the old man bought the peripheral lottery, but it was the staff of the racecourse who offended him.

Qin Haoran's eyes swept over the electronic screen in front of him, and said, "Chasing the wind is one to twenty, bet to win!"

"Dad, buy me a ...... Forget it, 50 million, buy 50 million to chase the wind and win!"

Zhuang Rui originally wanted to say 100 million, but he changed his mouth again, no matter how he said that this competition was also organized by Sitai Company, winning her money is not the same as winning her own money?

And 50 million is not less, if chasing the wind wins, 50 million is one billion Hong Kong dollars, and Zhuang Rui's domestic charity fund can inject a huge amount.

"Okay, I'll transfer the money, I hope it's still too late to ......"

Qin Haoran didn't know what was going on on Zhuang Rui's side, but his son-in-law wanted to buy a horse, so of course he had to support it, and after hanging up the phone, he hurriedly operated.

"Fight with my brother, look back at your crying face......"

Zhuang Rui glanced at the staff member with a wicked taste, although he also knew that no matter how much he won, that person would not lose a single hair.

However, if the racecourse knew that they would pay a billion yuan because of that person's actions, I wonder if they would have scraped that staff member alive?

In fact, with Zhuang Rui's temperament, he would not have seen these people in general, but this time when he came to Hong Kong, especially those people who saw Chasing the wind, all kinds of doubts made Zhuang Rui very unhappy, but it just broke out at this moment.

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"Chasing the wind, you must listen to Brother Timur's words, when he asks you to slow down, the speed must slow down, otherwise I won't care if King Kong harasses you when I turn back......"

In the last three minutes, Zhuang Rui hugged the head of Chasing the Wind and told it again in his ear, if this guy ran and spread joy, Zhuang Rui sometimes couldn't pull it.

"The ...... of the Law"

After Chasing Wind heard Zhuang Rui's words, he nodded his head busily, thinking about the situation when King Kong's nearly three-meter body was pressed on his body, Chasing Wind shuddered.

"Okay, last minute, the owner and trainer stepped back ......"

When the one-minute countdown began, the staff on the scene felt that the trainer and the owner of the horse were outside the cordon, and the jockeys, who had not been on the horse in order to save the horse's physical strength, also rode on the horse one after another.

"Fang Fang, your old bean's horse will run out in a while, cheer for your old bean......"

In the racecourse box, Qin Haoran hugged his grandson, but his eyes were only staring at the countdown number on the screen at the starting point, and there was a rare nervous look on his face.

"Dad, just gamble on your own, and teach bad children?"

Qin Xuanbing, who was on the side, was full of unhappiness, stretched out her hand to hug her son, and said, "Give it to me, as soon as you turn around and run, it is estimated that you can throw Fang Fang out......"

"Where can it, no, no......"

Qin Haoran's face was flushed by what his daughter said, and after handing over his grandson to his daughter, he picked up a cup of coffee and took a sip.

"Five, four, three, two, one, bang!"

Just when the coffee cup in Qin Haoran's hand was not put down, a crisp starting gun sounded, and the twelve horse fences opened at the same time, and more than a dozen horses rushed out of the fence.

Seeing this situation, Qin Haoran seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, no matter what he was holding in his hand, he threw it back directly, clenched his hands into fists, and shouted loudly to the sidelines: "Come on, come on, chase the wind, come on......"

"Hey, what about chasing the wind?"

After shouting two cheers, Qin Haoran realized that although the gate had been opened at the twelfth hurdle, there seemed to be no horses running out, and he was dumbfounded.

"Twelve horses rushed out of the fence, and there were horses leading at the beginning, number three, number three was seeded in this race, oh my God, what happened? Why didn't horse number 12 come out? What happened there?"

The commentator, who was explaining passionately, also discovered the situation at this moment and shouted loudly, which made everyone in the venue pay attention to the No. 12 runway on the very edge.

Qin Haoran was dumbfounded, Zhuang Rui, who stayed at the starting point, was anxious, and shouted at the chasing wind who was standing there without moving: "Chasing the wind, run!"

I had never raced a horse to chase the wind, so how did I know that the starting pistol was the signal to start?

However, just after Zhuang Rui's shout, the originally static chasing wind rushed out like a bolt of lightning.