Fu Nanli sat on the sofa next to him, and even a waiter came in and gave red wine and whiskey, "If you still need anything, sir, you can tell me." ”

Fu Nanli pulled someone to sit on the sofa: "The game hasn't started yet, don't be nervous." ”

Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "I believe in Song Yu." ”

Fu Nanli pressed his temples, you two really trust each other and appreciate each other.

There is a TV set in the private room, and there are bets on it, and there are currently the most people who bet on the thunder of the old man.

The bet on second place is a horse from Argentina called Hero.

Third, third......

Wincho's horse bet is in ninety-eighth.

There were a total of 100 horses in the finals, and she was ranked 98th, because it was the first time her horse had competed in such a race.

The bet pays 530 to 1.

Wen Qiao calculated that if her God of War won the third place, she could win 10 million, the runner-up could get 30 million, and if she won the championship, she would earn 100 million.

In this way, her ranking on the wealth list can rise a lot.

Moreover, it can let the old man see her strength.

In the private room next door, Fu Huaiyong took a sip of tea, and Uncle Li took a telescope to him: "Old man, your thunderous state is very good, you can take a look at it in the stable." ”

There was also a live stream of the stables on TV.

It's all for them to watch in a private room.

"What kind of hero, which one?" This is the only opponent he can look up to.

"In the stable next door to the thunder, it is black and strong, but it is not explosive, this kind of short distance of a thousand meters is definitely not as good as your thunder."

"Are there any other horses with potential?"

"Not at the moment."

Fu Huaiyong put down the telescope in his hand: "Then I will also put a little money on my thunder and bet on him to win." ”

"How much do you want to press?"

"If it's less, let's press 20 million."

"Okay, I'll talk to the president of the Jockey Club."

On the other side, Fu Nanli asked Wen Qiao: "Do you want to bet?" ”

Wen Qiao: "Press, I'll press my god of war." ”

"How much do you want to press him?"

Wen Qiao looked at the horses under the telescope lens and smiled: "For its sake of being so calm, I will press it to take the first place, press 10 million." ”

She pressed 10 million herself, and if the God of War really won the championship, the final odds would be doubled, and she could get 200 million.

If you don't get it, you will lose 10 million.

It's just throwing money at her family to train her god of war.

The rich people who slipped through more than a dozen private rooms either bet on the thunder of the old man Fu, or suppressed the strong foreign player Hero.

Everyone said that the name God of War was majestic, but the strength was definitely not worthy of this name, it was really too peaceful.

The 30,000 spectators at the racecourse saw the horses coming out of the gate, and immediately burst into an uproar.

Wen Qiao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a telescope, and saw Song Yu and the God of War, Song Yu knew the general direction of Wen Qiao's private room, and waved his hand to her.

Fu Huaiyong in the private room next door sneered lightly: "When this is a show?" What to wave? It's unstable at first glance. ”

Uncle Li echoed: "It's not, the first time I participated in the competition, I didn't have the style of a general, and I was bound to lose in a while." ”

Fu Huaiyong's interest is not high, he wins every year, and frankly speaking, there is no sense of expectation.

I can't do it in the next life, I still have to work hard.

Preparations are complete, a shot is fired. sounded, and saw that all the horses rushed out like arrows off the string.