Happy Little Mayor

In New Zealand's Marseille, there are two speed races, conditional and handicap. Among them, there are two types of conditional matches, which are level matches and table matches.

Tyrant gold is now going to participate in the lowest level of the level, third level, and there are second level, first level and classic.

Before that there was another kind of competition, which was the exhibition competition.

Winter Marseille has no specific time, that is, late winter and early spring, choose a good day with good weather, and then send the horse to the field.

The main schedule is in the spring, the temperature in New Zealand is too high in the summer, and the weather in the winter is relatively mild, so Marseilles can be arranged in winter and not in summer.

The equestrian stadium in Christchurch is called the Pegasus Meteor Stadium. It covers a large area and is a large-scale stadium in New Zealand and even Oceania.

Wang Bo stood outside the stadium and looked at the brand. I always felt that this stadium might have something to do with the Seiya Saint Seiya. It felt even more so after approaching the stadium. It seemed that at any time a golden Saint Seiya jumped out and shouted 'Tianma Meteor Fist'.

The parking lot is full of cars, several people enter and leave, the small square in front of the entrance becomes a small market, and many vendors push their cars to sell food and drinks.

In addition, there are long queues beside the entrance. Wang Bo thought that this was waiting for people entering the arena to line up, so he also lined up.

Seeing this, Hani gave him a strange glance: "Boss, do you want to buy a ticket?"

Wang Bo responded quickly: "Oh, this is the place to bet on horses?"

He is not interested in gambling, but this time he has to bet. He knows that the local tyrant has won, and he is full of confidence in his horse racing.

It's his turn to buy in a line. There is a small room in front of it, similar to the domestic lottery sales point. Several computers and printers are placed inside. The table in front is covered with colored paper. The information and odds of the participating horses are on it. .

He was just looking for the tyrant gold figure, but someone came over and took the paper and replaced it with a new one.

Later Hani explained to him: "Oh, they need to change the information at any time. This sport has high requirements on the condition of the participating horses. The people at the horse betting company have been monitoring the situation of these horses and changing the odds at any time.

Wang Bo was surprised, no wonder everyone didn't send a leaflet to introduce horse racing information.

He searched on the paper and found no information about Tyrant Gold, and asked strangely, "Hey man, there is a horse called Tyrant Gold. Why isn't it there?"

The big man in front of the computer said lazily: "Looking at a column next to‘ other ’, all the horses you ca n’t find belong to‘ other ’, and the odds are uniformly one to ten.”

Wang Bo was so annoyed that he wanted to scold his mother, but local tyrant Jin is his treasure. How can he become the ‘other’ in his mouth here?

"Buy local money, I bet a million!" Wang Bo said with anger, slap the bank card on the counter.

A few people in the room were taken aback. A man in a suit asked: "Dude, are you serious? Buy a million horses that you don't know?"

"Yes," Wang Bo said sharply.

The black suit shrugged: "Unfortunately, man, the maximum bet for this kind of match is 150,000 and no one million offers are accepted."

It's simple. Wang Bo chose 150,000 on local tyrant Jin, Hani and Eva chose 150,000 on him, and everyone who participated in the contest placed 150,000 bets.

Just after their bet was over, Wang Bo saw that the colored paper was replaced again, and the information of local tyrants appeared on the new information paper at a payout ratio of 6.5%.

Obviously, the heavy bet accumulated on the local tycoon made the horse betting company cautious.

Another big man bought local tyrant gold and bought 10,000 yuan. Wang Bo looked at it. This is a yellow man, and he should be Chinese like him.

So the two started talking: "Are you Chinese?"

"Yes, my name is Huang Xinqi. I came here for a tour. Are you the Mayor of the Sunset Town, aren't you? Haha, I didn't expect I could meet you and take a photo?" The Han smiled openly.

Wang Bo nodded and said no problem, he did not expect that this big man still knew him.

Dahan said: "Of course I know you. You are a celebrity in China now, and many people are paying attention to you and Sunset Town."

This surprised Wang Bo. It is common for Chinese to participate in foreign politics. Whether in New Zealand or the United States, Chinese have entered the top of the political circle, and the bottom is countless. I did not expect him to receive such attention.

Walking to the stadium while chatting, Wang Bo asked, "Why did you buy local gold?"

Huang Xinqi laughed: "I like this name, local tyrant gold, haha, domineering, my old Huang has made some money because of the demolition, and outsiders call me local tyrant, then I must buy my own ticket."

This reason was very tenable, and Wang Bo also laughed. He bought a ticket for Huang Xinqi, which was regarded as a reward.

As a result, when they entered the market, they saw that they had a bet slip, so they didn't find them for a ticket. It turned out that the bet slip could replace the ticket.

Wang Bo shook his head and spent twenty dollars for nothing.

The racetrack was very large, and there was a seat around the perimeter. He turned to the opposite side of the bet slip, and there was a seat number, and it was still a box.

If you bet more than 100,000 yuan, you can get a box. Wang Bo has several boxes.

However, they did not go to the box, saying that there was no atmosphere to watch the game in the box.

Wang Bo felt the same way, so he found a spot in the front row of the stadium and sat down.

Tianma Meteor is an oval-shaped racecourse. The track is 1200 meters long in a week. The big ring inside it can be used for multiple horse racing events.

The third-level events are divided into 90-meter, 2000-meter, 3200-meter and 5,000-meter distance events, and are divided into individual and team competitions. The team competition is calculated by the sum of the members of the team.

In short, there is no big difference between individual and team racing in New Zealand.

After sitting down, someone came over and nodded politely: "Hello sir, could you please look at your ticket? I think this position is ours."

Wang Bo looked at the vacant seat and was able to sit casually in the future. He didn't expect this to be the owner, so he stood up with an awkward smile.

At this time Eva ushered up and said, "Are you a family to see horse racing?"

The man looked at the woman and the child behind him and smiled warmly, "Yes."

Eva took out the bet slip and showed him: "Look, we have a box, I think if the family watches the game, it must be better in the box."

The youngest child behind the man asked curiously, "What is a box?"

Eva smiled softly: "Well, these are the rooms above, with sofas and TVs, snacks and drinks."

The little boy fisted excitedly: "That's so cool, Dad, I like boxes." (To be continued.)