Chapter 883 The Game with the Old Man

Fu Nanli was sitting on the sofa nearby, and a waiter even came in to bring red wine and whiskey. "Sir, if you need anything else, 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 an eyebrow: "I believe in Song Yu."

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

There is a TV in the private room, which shows the betting situation. Currently, the most people are betting on Mr. Fu's thunder.

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

Third, third...

Wen Qiao's horse betting ranked 98th.

There were a hundred horses participating in the finals, and she was ranked ninety-eight because it was the first time her horse had participated in such a competition.

The odds of the bet are 530 to 1.

Wen Qiao calculated that if her God of War finished third, she could earn 10 million, if she finished second, she could earn 30 million, and if she won the championship, she would earn 100 million.

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

Moreover, it allows the old man to see her strength.

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

There is also live footage of the stables on TV.

It's all for rich people like them to watch in private rooms.

"That hero, which one is it?" This is the only opponent he likes.

"In the stable next door to Jing Lei, he is black and strong, but not very explosive. He will definitely not be able to compete with your Jing Lei for such a short distance of one thousand meters."

"Are there any other horses with potential?"

"Currently there are none."

Fu Huaiyong put down the telescope in his hand: "Then I will also put some money on my Jing Lei and bet on him to win."

"How much pressure do you want?"

"A little less, just 20 million."

"Okay, I'll tell the president of the Jockey Club right now."

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

Wen Qiao: "Come on, I'm crushing my God of War."

"How far should I press him?"

Wen Qiao looked at the horse under the lens of the telescope and smiled: "Because it is so calm, I give it a chance to win first place by 10 million."

She bets 10 million on her own. If the God of War really wins the championship, the odds will double in the end and she can get 200 million.

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

Just think of it as throwing money at her god of war to gain courage.

The rich people who lined up in more than a dozen private rooms were either betting on Mr. Fu’s thunder or suppressing the powerful foreign player Hero.

Everyone said that the name God of War was a majestic one, but his strength was definitely not worthy of the name. It was really mediocre.

The 30,000 spectators at the racecourse immediately became excited when they saw the horses coming out of the gate.

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 to her.

Fu Huaiyong in the private room next door sneered: "Do you think this is a show? Why are you waving your hands? It doesn't look stable at first glance."

Uncle Li echoed: "That's right. It's your first time to participate in a competition. If you don't have the spirit of a general, you will definitely lose in a while."

Fu Huaiyong is not very interested. He wins every year. Frankly speaking, he has no sense of expectation anymore.

Young people are not good at it, they still have to work hard.

After the preparations were completed, a gunshot was fired, and all the horses rushed out like arrows.