Happy Little Mayor

Unlike other sports, no matter how crazy the field is, the racetrack is calm.

The local tyrant stopped, and no one rushed into the field. In other sports, he could come to hug the winner at this time, but the horse racing is not working. There are horses running behind.

People who are immortal are also disabled, and horses who are not disabled are also seriously injured. Horses that can set foot on such a large-scale competition are very expensive, with a starting value of at least one million.

Wang Bo and the people around hugged and won, and local tyrants won.

There is only one round of level three, and the best twelve horses are on the track. Of course, these horses have to pay the entry fee.

This is also what makes horse racing different from other sports, such as boxing, fighting and other competitions. Athletes have an appearance fee.

Horse racing is required to pay a participation fee. The participation fee for the third-level speed race is not high, only a little more than 10,000 yuan.

The prize money is not high, with a total of 800,000. For a tournament with a bonus of tens of millions, this money is quite small.

However, Wang Bo made a lot of money this time. He bet heavily on the local gold. The local gold's victory 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 I bought more than one million on the local gold, I was really worried about what they would do."

Hani laughed: "You have to worry about this, the fairness of the horse racing can be determined, unless it is bought in advance. Besides, how many people are betting on local gold? I bet the horse betting company hopes that local gold will win the championship This means they make more money. "

Indeed, this will not know how many people are scolding their mothers, and the betting slip is thrown all over the sky, just like it is snowing.

But some people are also laughing. The big guy who bought 10,000 pieces of local gold before laughed and said: "Sit down, luck can't be stopped, and the first time you play gambling, you got 100,000. Piece!"

Wang Bo asked: "This is your first time playing?"

The Dahan nodded and said, "Yeah, you also know the domestic situation. How can there be horses for gambling except Hong Kong?"

Wang Bo admired: "You dare to play such a big game for the first time, it is also great."

The big man revealed his pride: "It's okay, anyway, it's a happy picture, life is short, brother, how much are you betting?"

"I'm 150,000, we're all 150,000, that horse is mine."

Big Han suddenly became silent, and sighed a long time before: "Invisible pretense, the most deadly."

The jockeys and horses returned to the stables, a group of journalists Ural followed, and they were almost surrounded by Malone and Tyrant Gold, and dozens of microphones were plugged in front of Malone:

"Hello Mr. Ma Long, 15 years have passed since you last won the championship. What do you think?"

"Where does this horse come from? Hello, we are the Oakley Sky. As far as we know, many people are interested in your horse racing now."

"What kind of local tyrant gold? Its birth has shocked everyone. What do you think about this?"

"..."

Wang Bo and others saw this scene when they walked into the stables. After seeing so many microphones in front of Ma Long, Bowen shook his head and said, "Looking at gv last time, there is an old man in a situation similar to now, with a bunch of black birds in front of . "

The people around were horrified, and Wang Bo was terrified: "What the **** are you gv doing?"

Bowen laughed: "It's nothing, I'm just curious, and I just look at it casually."

"It's terrible." A group of people hurried to keep their distance.

Ma Long was obviously a little helpless in the face of the media. He had not been treated like this before at the peak. At most, two or three reporters talked to him after the game.

In particular, his eyes became red. He was just emotional and wept in tears on the court just now. He obviously didn't want to appear in the newspaper.

So when Wang Bo and his party arrived, his eyes lighted and said to them, "That is our boss, Mayor Wang Bo of the sunset town, and this horse is his."

Seeing this scene, Wang Bo: "Wo Ri, **** hurts me!"

Fortunately, not all the reporters ran to him, and a large part remained with Malone, while a dozen other reporters moved over and handed a bunch of microphones to him.

Bowen said: "Boss, I've seen this kind of scene in gv, more than ten guns."

"Fack, get out of here!" Of course it was his inner words. Now that the microphone is on his mouth, how dare he say that?

Journalists are also very interested in him, and a series of questions have been thrown out:

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

"Mr. Wang, what do you think about this election? What is your chance of winning the IGF?"

"Mr. Wang, is it appropriate for you to participate in horse racing at the crucial moment of this party election? Is there any special intention?"

"Mayor Wang ..."

Wang Bo blinked, quickly cleared his thoughts and began to answer: "The national election is very important, but life must continue, and some entertainment should not be reduced, so today we should not talk about politics."

"As for the blood and breed of this horse, I have nothing to say, because it is actually a wild horse, it comes from a group of wild horses. You know that the town of Sunset was once a wasteland, they lived there, and I became familiar with them later. After that, a stable was built for them to live. "

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

After listening to his words, a group of reporters suddenly froze and asked, "Isn't this a story? Are these champion horses from the Mustang group?"

Wang Bo shrugged, "People who know me know that I'm not a good storyteller. I can only tell you that what I say is true."

The reporters immediately broke out, and Malone did not answer this question, so no one had known the true identity of the local tyrant gold for a long time.

This incident is too shocking for horse racing. In people's perception, choosing a good horse requires careful study of pedigree, 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, 'To develop a champion horse, you must rely on 5% bloodline and 5% training, and you must rely on 90% luck.' .

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

More questions about local tyrants have been thrown out, and some reporters have entered later. Forty or fifty reporters surround the two. Wang Bo saw that things were not good, and he said, "This is my news statement. Officer, if you have something to ask him, I have to do other things. "

Hani was anxious: "Boss, you don't make sense!" (To be continued.)