Nie Jiajun and Nie Jiayu each chose a horse and were already mounted. Bao Yuyan also led over her own wine-red English Red Rum horse, mounted it, and looked at Guo Fuzheng with a smile.

In the eyes of these young masters and ladies, Guo Fuzheng should be called a clown or a show-off.

But as soon as he mounted the horse, everyone lightly squeezed their legs and shouted "Giddy up!" and the horses started moving. Because Chen Rou was holding the reins the whole time, Lightning was performing quite well. Hmm, Guo Fuzheng was also gradually getting the hang of riding and had already decided that when he got home he would brag to his father about how popular he was in the wealthy family and how he could get more pocket money.

But just then, Chen Rou suddenly asked, "Guo, do you have a relative in Guangdong or Shenzhen who is at the provincial or municipal level? What is their position and what is their name?"

He definitely has connections, and very strong ones at that. And they're in the coastal development zone where there are currently the most special administrative orders. As for who the other party is, it could be the top leader, the second-in-command, or even a secretary in some office. But that's something Guo Fuzheng wouldn't dare to reveal easily, even if he's just bragging.

What he dares to say is all false, a smokescreen.

Chen Rou put him on this horse because she wanted to find out who was the person who abused their privileges and did nothing. As long as she could confirm through the Taiwanese businessman that he was using his privileges to smuggle drugs into the country, then no matter how powerful her connections were, they couldn't protect Guo Fuzheng's family. Even if his family was truly the top person, in this era of strict crackdown, they would still be arrested and executed.

Guo Fuzheng was enjoying his horseback ride when Chen Rou suddenly started checking his household registration.

He used his usual line: "Mrs. Nie, my family has connections in the military region, and my uncle is the commander."

Chen Rou suddenly stopped, gently placed her hand on Shan Dian's buttocks, patted it lightly twice, and then changed to speak in fluent Mandarin: "Student Fu Zheng, from now on, Shan Dian will send you to see the King of Hell. And if your father has no connections with the King of Hell, then you must tell me the most real connections in your family and all kinds of transfers of benefits."

Before Guo Fuzheng could react, she slapped the horse's rump with a crisp, loud sound and shouted, "Giddy up!"

Lightning lashed out with its hind legs, and before Guo Fuzheng could react, he was thrown into the air.

Now he knew why the horse was named Lightning.

It flung him into the air; it wasn't locked by the pedals, and by then he was already flying out.

But when a horse is determined to shake off a person, the stirrups won't save his life; instead, they will become a deadly weapon. That's why when Guo Fuzheng saw Chen Rou training the horse, even though she had learned it by eye, she was completely useless when she tried to operate it.

As he leaped forward, instead of striking a pose like Napoleon on horseback as depicted in classic Western sculptures, Chen Rou did, he was thrown off balance. Unfortunately, one of his feet got stuck in the stirrup.

Immediately afterwards, the lightning bolt that had shaken off the person began a whirlwind-like sprint.

Poor Guo Fuzheng was being dragged along by the pedals, lurching forward madly. He finally understood why Chen Rou had asked his father to pull strings with the King of Hell.

If he hadn't pulled some strings with the King of Hell, he probably would have died in this racecourse.

He wasn't stupid; he roared, "Mrs. Nie, I confess!"

"Help! I'll confess everything!"