Chapter 1101

Chapter 1101

Unlike other sports, no matter how crazy it is outside, there is calmness inside the racetrack.

The local tyrant Jin stopped, but still no one rushed into the field. In other sports, you can come and hug the winner at this time, but horse racing is not available. There are still horses running behind. At this time, you rushed in and got hit——

People are disabled even if they are not dead, and horses are seriously injured if they are not disabled. Horse racing that can set foot on such a large-scale competition arena is very expensive, and its worth starts at least one million.

Wang Bo embraced with the people on his left and right, and won, and the local tyrant Jin won.

There is only one round of the three-level speed race, and the best twelve horses set foot on the track. Of course, these horses have to pay entry fees.

This is also the difference between horse racing and other sports, such as boxing, fighting and other competitions, athletes are paid for their appearance.

Horse racing has to pay an entry fee. This time the entry fee for the third-level speed race is not high, only a little over 10,000 yuan.

The bonus is not too high, a total of 800,000 yuan, which is quite small for a competition with tens of millions of bonuses.

But this time Wang Bo made a lot of money. He bet a lot of money on Tuhaojin. The victory of Tuhaojin can bring him tens of millions of income.

This made him very satisfied. When chatting with a group of people, he said: "I thought the organizer would cheat. After buying more than one million yuan on Tuhao Jin, I was really worried that they would do something."

Hani said with a smile: "You worry too much about this. The fairness of horse racing can still be determined, unless you buy it in advance. Besides, how many people bet on Tuhao Jin? I bet that the horse racing company wants Tuhao Jin to win the championship. That means they make more money."

Indeed, I don't know how many people are scolding, and the betting slips are thrown all over the sky, as if it has snowed.

But there were also people laughing. The big man who had bought 10,000 yuan on Tuhao Jin couldn't stop laughing from ear to ear: "Fuck, I can't stop my luck. I got 100,000 yuan from the first time I played horses." piece!"

Wang Bo asked, "Is this your first time playing?"

The big man nodded and said: "Yes, you also understand the domestic situation. Is there any place to bet on horses except Hong Kong?"

Wang Bo admired it very much: "You dare to play such a big game for the first time, which is amazing."

The big man showed a proud face and said: "It's okay, I just want to have fun anyway, life is too short brother, by the way, how much do you bet?"

"I am 150,000, all of us are 150,000, and that horse is mine."

The big man fell silent immediately, and sighed after a long time: "Pretending to be invisible is the most deadly."

The jockeys and steeds returned to the stables, and a group of reporters Ulala followed them in, almost all surrounded Ma Long and the local tyrant Jin, and dozens of microphones were stuffed in front of Ma Long:

"Hello, Mr. Ma Long, it has been fifteen years since you won the championship last time. How do you feel?"

"Where is this horse from? Hi we are the Oakley Sky and we know that there is a lot of interest in your horse right now."

"What kind of species is Tuhaojin? Its birth shocked everyone. How do you feel about it?"

"..."

Wang Bo and others saw this scene after they walked into the stable. Seeing so many microphones in front of Ma Long, Bo Wen shook his head and said, "Last time I watched the GV, there was an old man who was in a similar situation to now, with a bunch of blackbirds in front of him. .”

Everyone around was terrified, and Wang Bo said in horror: "What the hell are you doing watching GV?"

Bowen smiled and said, "It's nothing, I was just curious, and then I just took a look."

"This is terrible." A group of people hurriedly kept a distance from him.

Ma Long was obviously a bit at a loss when facing the media. He had never been treated like this in his peak years. At most, two or three reporters came to chat with him after the game.

Especially at this time, his eyes were red, and he was so emotional that he shed tears on the field just now. He obviously didn't want to publish this look in the newspaper.

Seeing Wang Bo and his party coming, he pointed at them with bright eyes and said, "That's our leader, Mayor Wang Bo of Sunset Town, and this horse belongs to him."

Seeing this scene, Wang Bo said, "Wori, you fucking hurt me!"

Fortunately, not all the reporters ran to him, and most of them stayed with Ma Long, while a dozen other reporters moved over and handed a bunch of microphones to him.

Bo Wen said: "Boss, I've seen this kind of scene in GV too, with more than ten guns."

"Fuck, get out!" Of course, this was what he said in his heart, now that the microphone is on his mouth, how dare he say that?

The reporters were also full of interest in him, and a series of questions were thrown out:

"Mayor Wang, where did your horse come from? What breed is it?"

"Mr. Wang, what's your opinion on this general election? How likely do you think the Labor-Green Alliance Party will win?"

"Mr. Wang, is it appropriate for you to participate in horse racing at this critical moment of the party's general election? Is there any special purpose?"

"Mayor Wang..."

Wang Bo blinked, quickly cleared his mind and began to answer: "The national election is a very important matter, but life must continue, and there should be no reduction in entertainment activities, so let's not talk about politics today."

"As for the bloodline and breed of this horse, I really have nothing to say, because it is actually a wild horse, and it comes from a herd of wild horses. You know that Sunset Town used to be a wasteland, and they lived there. Later, I got acquainted with them After that, a stable was built for them to live in."

"You know what happened later. Mr. Malone saw my horses. He thought they were in good condition, so he decided to train them for competitions."

After hearing his words, a group of reporters were stunned and asked, "Isn't this telling a story? Are these champion horses from wild horses?"

Wang Bo shrugged and said, "Those who know me well know that I am not good at making up stories. I can only tell you that what I say is true."

The reporters were in an uproar, and Malone kept the question secret and did not answer, so no one knew the real identity of the local tyrant Jin all this time.

This incident is too shocking for horse racing. In people's perception, choosing a good horse requires attention to bloodline, growth environment, innate genes, acquired training and so on.

Even so, it is very difficult to choose a good horse. There is a famous saying in this industry, which is called "to develop a champion horse, it depends on 5% blood, 5% training, and 90% luck." .

Although this statement is famous, no one really takes it seriously, but the appearance of local tyrant Jin proves the truth of this statement.

More questions about local tyrant gold were thrown out, and some reporters came in behind. Forty or fifty reporters surrounded the two of them. Seeing that things were not going well, Wang Bo pulled Hani out and said, "This is my press statement." Officer, if you have anything to ask him, I have other things to do."

Hani was out of breath: "Boss, you are unreasonable!"