Putting everything else aside, let's talk about the horse race. It's the last race, and the outcome will be decided in one fell swoop.
Although there aren't many casinos in Hong Kong, at the racetrack, many people lose a house in a single race, while others bet on the dark horse and win a house in a single day.
The horse race has begun, and no one is chatting anymore. In one of the private rooms, Inspector Gu is keeping a close eye on his 'superstar,' while Master Er and Master Dong are also keeping an eye on the horses they have already placed their bets on.
Suddenly, Dong Ye had a thought and looked at A Yuan: "A Yuan, which horse do you think will run the fastest?"
Ah Yuan is watching very intently. There are twelve horses on the field. So, which horse will run the fastest?
What he was really looking at was which horse he preferred.
Among them, there was a chestnut horse that was not as big as the others. The jockey riding it was also wearing a chestnut racing suit. It looked the fiercest and was also A Yuan's favorite horse. Looking at its number plate, he pointed and said, "Number 9."
Master Er turned around: "You can actually count?"
A Yuan is not even two years old. In the minds of the two old men, little kids this age are still learning to talk. Some might be able to count, but at most they can only recite some numbers. But A Yuan is different; he can already recognize numbers.
Master Dong slapped his thigh and pointed to number 9, saying, "It's called Whirlwind Legs, and it's our horse. If it wins, Grandpa will give it to you."
Ah Yuan lives in a world where both spiritual and material abundance are plentiful, and he truly lacks nothing.
But he was still a little kid and needed to explore the world. Today was the first time he had seen a horse, and an old man wanted to give him one. Of course he was happy and wanted to run around in it, but he couldn't because his tricycle wasn't there, so he had to give up.
However, he clung to the glass with both hands and jumped around happily.
Master Er had been trying his best to hold back, but seeing how happy Master Dong was making Ah Yuan, he couldn't help himself and pointed to a big black horse numbered 11 and said, "Ah Yuan, that one is ours. What do you think of it? Can it win the championship?"
It was a very large black horse with a particularly thick coat, and its name was Bull Demon King.
Ah Yuan is still just a little mascot; he neither understands the strength of the horses and jockeys nor the rules of horse racing.
He relied entirely on his intuition, looking only into the horse's eyes. He instinctively felt that the big black horse's eyes weren't as bright as the chestnut pony's, and he seriously shook his head and said no, because he didn't think the big black horse was the most powerful.
Grandpa Er was not giving up and said, "But number 11 is much bigger than number 9."
Does bigger size guarantee a win? Ah Yuan looked at the two horses again carefully, and still firmly shook his head.
Master Dong is the kind of person who's always quick to make a fuss. Because his grandson was on his side and had bet on his horse, he couldn't help but want to mock Master Er. But just as he was about to open his mouth, Chen Rou grabbed his arm and twisted it hard.
Master Dong, feeling the pain, had no choice but to obediently shut his mouth.
As they were talking, a gunshot rang out, and a dozen horses began to gallop across the green field at the same time.
At first, the crimson-red whirlwind leg horse wasn't particularly outstanding. The strongest horse on the field was the dark horse Bull Demon King, which Master Er had bet on. However, although it had strong explosive power, the superstar horse that Inspector Gu favored had a particularly experienced rider. When it suddenly accelerated while turning, Bull Demon King was competing with another horse for the lead. It caught up from the side, and the two horses sandwiched Bull Demon King in the middle, interfering with it and causing it to fall behind.
Ah Yuan is actually very kind. Knowing that the Bull Demon King is the horse of the old man on the left, he figured the old man would be sad, so he turned around and gently patted the old man's knee to signal him not to be too sad.
On the other side, Dong Ye was a little angry as he saw that the whirlwind kicker was being left behind. He slammed his wheelchair loudly and shouted, "Number 9, speed up! Number 9, what is the jockey doing? Come on, speed up, speed up!"
Ah Yuan now understands likes and dislikes, and like his mother, he doesn't like that loud and boisterous grandfather.
The scene was too noisy, and Ah Yuanyuan, having experienced this before, covered his little ears.
At this moment, on the field, after adjusting for a while, the Bull Demon King regained his strength and caught up with the Superstar.
I've already run 700 meters, with only 500 meters left, it's time to accelerate and sprint.
The Bull Demon King and the Heavenly King raced side by side, neck and neck, but the Whirlwind Kick was still in 9th place, far behind.
Grandpa Er pulled A Yuan aside and asked with a smile, "A Yuan, do you want to change your mind? The dark horse is yours too. Look, it's about to win the championship. Let's bet on it together, okay?"
When it comes to horse racing, what everyone enjoys is that moment, the thrill of an adrenaline rush.
Master Dong wished he could personally whip Whip Hurricane Kick, kick away the wheelchair, and stretch his hands out over the railing, yelling and shouting.
Of course, he wasn't the only one; the stands were packed with people, all shouting wildly.
Grandpa asked Ah Yuan right in the ear. He couldn't resist the temptation; he not only wanted the horse to win, but also wanted his grandson to bet on his horse.
But not only could A-Yuan count at such a young age, he was also persistent. He still shook his head and said, "No!"
He didn't look at any other horses, but stared intently at the chestnut horse's whirlwind kick, completely absorbed in the sight.
Racecourses are also casinos; the outcome is never determined until the very last moment.
By this time, the horse had reached 900, and it was the real sprint. The jockeys of the Superstar and the Bull Demon King started to exert their strength at the same time and sprinted together, neither giving way to the other. Master Er also held his breath and prayed that his horse could accelerate even further.
But at that moment, Master Dong jumped up, and the audience erupted in a roar. Somehow, the chestnut-haired whirlwind leg horse had gone from last place to fifth, while the other horses had already sprinted and were preparing to cross the finish line, so they couldn't run anymore.
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