Fu Nanli sat on the sofa nearby, and a waiter even came in to serve him red wine and whiskey. "Sir, if you need anything else, please tell me."
Fu Nanli pulled him to sit on the sofa: "The game hasn't started yet, don't be nervous."
Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "I believe Song Yu."
Fu Nanli pressed his temple and said, "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 Grandpa Fu’s Thunder.
The second place bet is on an Argentinian horse called Hero.
Third, third...
Wen Qiao's horse bet ranked 98th.
There were a total of 100 horses participating in the finals, and she ranked 98th because it was the first time for her horse to participate in such a competition.
The odds of the bet are 530 to 1.
Wen Qiao calculated that if her God of War won the third place, he could win 10 million, if he won the second place, he could win 30 million, and if he won the championship, he would earn 100 million.
This way her ranking on the wealth list will rise significantly.
Moreover, it can let the old man see her strength.
In the private room next door, Fu Huaiyong drank a sip of tea, and Uncle Li handed him a telescope: "Old man, your Jinglei is in good condition. It's in the stable. You can take a look."
There are also live broadcasts of the stables on television.
They are all for these rich people to watch in the private rooms.
"Which one is that hero?" This is the only opponent he is proud of.
"There's a black one in the stable next to Jinglei. It's strong, but not very explosive. In a short distance of one thousand meters, it's definitely no match for your Jinglei."
"Any other horses with potential?"
“Not at the moment.”
Fu Huaiyong put down the telescope in his hand and said, "Then I will also bet a little money on my Jing Lei and bet on him to win."
"How much do you want to press?"
"A little less, let's bet 20 million."
"Okay, I'll tell the president of the Jockey Club right away."
On the other side, Fu Nanli asked Wen Qiao: "Do you want to place a bet?"
Wen Qiao: "Go ahead, I'm going to suppress my God of War."
"What rank do you think he will get?"
Wen Qiao looked at the horse under the telescope and smiled: "Since it is so calm, I will bet 10 million on it to take first place."
She bet 10 million herself. If the God of War really won the championship, the final odds would double and she could get 200 million.
If I don’t get it, I will lose 10 million.
Just think of it as spending money to help her god of war build up his courage.
The wealthy people in a row of more than a dozen private rooms either bet on Mr. Fu's Thunder or the powerful foreign player Hero.
Everyone says that the name of the God of War sounds majestic, but his strength is definitely not worthy of the name, it is too mediocre.
The 30,000 spectators at the racecourse immediately became noisy when they saw the horses coming out of the gates.
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 approximate direction of Wen Qiao's private room and waved at her.
Fu Huaiyong in the next room sneered: "Do you think this is a show? Why are you waving your hands? You look so unsteady."
Uncle Li agreed: "That's right. This is your first time participating in a competition. If you don't have the demeanor of a great general, you will definitely lose soon."
Fu Huaiyong wasn't very interested either. He won every year, and frankly speaking, he no longer had any expectations.
Young people can’t do that, they still need to work hard.
After the preparations were completed, a gunshot was heard and all the racehorses rushed out like arrows.
(End of this chapter)