Standing in the horse farm, looking at the green lawn, smelling the fresh air, and listening to the noise of people. The blood-red wool roots felt extremely comfortable.

A few days ago, he was driven away from the horse club in a dilemma. This experience became the most unforgettable humiliation in Wogen's heart. Wogen didn't think he had done anything wrong. He owned the two racehorses, the two Hong Kong islands, the ones who were the best in Hong Kong Islands. Wogen has become accustomed to first and second, and no matter how he runs, it is already destined. Occasionally, these two horses performed poorly once, so what if he set a heavy bet and won by winning for a hundred days?

Those borer-like borer who were full of energy would make a big deal. After finding out that Ottos would run with Stone, he not only punished the rider, but also drove Wogan out of the Jockey Club, and at the same time, he would ban Stone from Stone for one year. What is he going to do? This is to force Wogan to the dead end.

Thinking of this, Wogen was so angry that his teeth were itchy, and the red fierce light flashed in his eyes. When his eyes moved, he saw a group of people standing in the field below. Wogen, who was already on the verge of furious, immediately clamped his civilization stick, clenched his teeth, and walked down swayingly.

The arrogant jazz has extraordinary demeanor, but his poor life when he was young made him much smaller and he pays attention to revenge for a slightest grudge.

"Sir Lu, I didn't expect to see you here again. It seems that I didn't invite you today's horse racing?" Wogen looked fiercely at the Jockey Club president, Sir Lu.

Speaking of Sir Lu’s name on Hong Kong Island will attract the admiration of all walks of life. Sir Lu’s life is a reversal of joys and sorrows.

When he was a teenager, Lu Zong was born in a Zhejiang merchant family with a wealthy family and could be named after Jiangsu and Zhejiang. After the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War, the Lu family used the whole family to support the Anti-Japanese War, but the country became weak and retreated step by step.

During the turbulent years, the Lu family spent all their wealth and their family lost their fortunes. They never thought of offending the local warlords again, and the family had to escape into Hong Kong Island.

That year, Lu Zhong was only eight years old. In order to support his family, he entered the foreign business as an apprentice. He was fifteen years old and ran errands with the comprador, grew up and struggled little by little, and finally got his own foreign business.

With the country's revival, Lu Zhong specializes in domestic trade. He has made considerable profits over and over again, and has also made great reputations. He also contributed money and efforts in the Jockey Club reform. His reputation has soared and his wealth has grown bigger and bigger. In the end, Lu Zhong was awarded the title of the Queen of England as a Chinese and became a jazz nobleman. He also took charge of Hong Kong Island Horse.

Lu Zong has a gentle personality, but is extremely principled. His seemingly gentle words are actually hidden in the cotton. Only he can drive Wogen away from the Jockey Club, and even if he changes someone else, he can't help but he is a mixed-blooded jazz.

"It turns out to be Sir Wogen." Lu Zhong seemed to have just seen the other party, and reached out to pick up the hat and nodded slightly at him, and then said gently: "There are 18,000 seats in Sha Tin Race Farm. According to your relationship and connections, even if you add that Mango, you can only get two thousand seats. So the post you posted is only 2,000 seats."

"What do you mean?" Wogenko has quite a lot of awareness of the strong conspiracy here. If the person he invited did not have a seat, it would not only be a shame for the guests, but also a shameless person in the invitation.

"The other 16,000 seats belong to Roger." Lu Zhong smiled reservedly: "We accepted Roger's invitation. As for the more seats you invited, we will help clean up later."

As Lu Zhong finished speaking, the people around him showed an equally reserved smile on their faces and looked at Wogen with bad eyes. This fake foreigner was several levels worse than Lu Zhong, whether it was scheming or skilled.

Wogen's face immediately turned pale, and then beads of sweat as big as beans rolled down. Zhang Yang's pride just now disappeared without a trace. He reluctantly smiled at Lu Zhong: "I'll coordinate with Roger..." As he said that, he was not in the mood to leave with Lu Zhong, and quickly went to find Roger.

The reason why a nobleman, or a successful person, succeeds is because he uses his heart to weave a network of relationships. On weekdays, this network does not show any signs of mountains and water, and even needs to be lubricated from time to time, but it can shelter from wind and rain at critical moments.

Now Wogen is facing the danger of the relationship network falling apart. The relationship grid in the upper class is particularly fragile. Occasionally, a disturbance may cause the consequences of the fall apart. Breach of trust is a stain that all successful people cannot tolerate. If Lu Zhong really comes forward to drive people out, then the relationship network that Wogen has worked hard to pull over the years will be completely shattered.

Looking at Wogen's panicked back, Lu Dingcong whispered: "Father, are we really going to drive people out?"

"No" Lu Zhong shook his head: "Everyone is in the Hong Kong Island circle, I look down and see you. There is no need to offend them." Lu Zhong, who is scheming and hiding needles in the cotton, will naturally not do thankless things.

Hearing Lu Zong say this, Lu Dingcong was surprised and asked in a low voice: "Then father, you just now..." The people around him also stretched their ears to hear that a son Chou Yin came.

Lu Zong laughed, reached out to make the politeness on his head, and said in a soft voice: "I just don't like Wogen's attitude of talking to me, so I played a harmless joke with him."

Everyone around was shocked. I didn't expect that Lu Zhong, who was rigorous in his usual condition, would have such a not-rigorous day. This joke was a bit ruthless, and almost scared Wogen.

The panting Wogen came to Roger in a panic and had no time to go around the corner, and asked straight to the point: "How many guests have you invited?"

Running all the way made Wogen panting, sweat flowing down from his head, and his whole body looked very embarrassed. The civilized stick that represents his identity is now held in his hand like a crutch. Feng Qing, the once rigid nobleman, had long disappeared.

"Invite guests?" Wogen's question was insane, which made Roger not know how to answer. He shook his head muffled and said, "I didn't send an invitation..."

The words did not send out an invitation seemed to have a series of echoes, which shocked Wogen's body and was fooled by Lu Zong again, and he blamed himself for being brainless. He was so anxious that he was confused.

Wogen smiled reluctantly: "It's good if you didn't send it, it's good if you didn't send it." After saying that, he suppressed the churning tiredness on his face: "Now I'll let you warm up first, and then introduce the horses participating in the competition, and finally leave forty-five minutes of betting time..."

Roger, who was full of confidence, waved his hand and said, "Looking at the arrangement, I only focus on the results and not on the process." After experiencing the speed of rushing to the moon in the past few days, Roger is also full of confidence.

Wogen didn't care, and walked back to his own racing area and reached out to sort out his clothes. Just as he was about to arrange someone to go down to warm up the field, Roger ran over in a panic, holding a stack of horse racing information in his hand.

"The horse that Roger chose was called Zhuyue. The information was not complete. There was no bloodline between father and mother on it, and it was a bit inconsistent with the rules of betting." Roger always felt that something was wrong with the form. Later, he made a surprise mention, and then he found that the bloodline of Zhuyue was missing.

"What kind of blood can a foal from the mainland still have underage, and what kind of blood can it have?" Wogen still didn't take Zhuyue seriously, and did not even ask about Zhuyue's desire for the bloodline.

According to regulations, all horse race bloodlines must be announced before the competition, so that everyone can make inferences based on the horse race bloodline, age, and past results, and then bet based on the odds on the scene.

"I'll ask," Roger is more steady. After all, this involves a considerable amount of wealth. If a detail is not done well, it may fail. The Mango man and the mixed-race man have already taken out all his wealth and cannot tolerate any mistakes.

Wogen sat on the bench and gasped, not caring about Zhuyue's bloodline. It was still China in the desert of horse racing. It was impossible for a good horse racing. What's more, this was a horse that was two months away from adulthood. When Wogen was disdainful, Roger ran over in panic again.

"It's bad, it's bad, it's bad." Roger ran away, shaking the documents in his hand and shouted loudly: "Zhuyue has a strong bloodline. His father is the Rock of Gibraltar, and his mother is Elizabeth."

"Absurd, shameful, ridiculous" Wogen's eyes flashed with sarcasm: "Elizabeth has long been dead, and it is even more impossible for Gibraltar to run to the capital to breed. This is a fake bloodline."

"It's not that this bloodline is true. I saw Elizabeth just now." Roger said, pointing his palm back.

Following the direction of Roger's finger, Wogen saw a group of old racing horses. The horses that had begun to shed their hair seemed so embarrassed. Their staggering steps were no longer as agile as before, but that skeleton and that look were impossible to be wrong. It was Elizabeth, the whirlwind that once dominated the horse celestial world.

"It's impossible, this is wrong." Wogen's confidence in winning began to shake, his body trembled, and at the same time he said crazy: "Even if his bloodline is real, he is just a pony that has not grown up and has not grown. It's impossible for him to run away from Ultras and will go to Sting." After saying that, he said: "What's more, bloodline only represents the past, not everything..."

Wogen, who had never faced his opponent, began to carefully observe Zhu Yue on the opposite side, and Zou Yangyang, who was petite on the horse's back. The fourteen-year-old boy, whether in height or weight, was much smaller than an adult, as if he was riding a monkey on the horse's back. No matter how he looked, he thought it was ridiculous.

Wogan began to whisper again: "Hors on the track are important, riders are equally important. A child with untie a hair and a little guy who has not obtained a jockey certificate can have how much riding skills can he have? How can they run past the Ultras and the Raid to Sting?"

Roger, who was panicked, slowly calmed down. Looking at Zhu Yue following the horse and Zou Yangyang on the horse's back, he couldn't help but ask in surprise: "That child is the rider?" Looking at Wogen nodded, Roger was also relieved and whispered: "Is this still necessary? We can definitely win. They are too scathing..."

"Low, low-key." At this moment, Wogen showed a sense of confidence and Jizhu holding: "We not only want to win Zhuyue, but Roger, but also everyone in the venue."

Faced with Wogen's passion, Roger asked in a low voice: "So what to do with Zhuyue's bloodline? Can you write it as it is true.

"Write it, all the information is true." Wogen's lips bent slightly: "Even if he puts a pair of wings on the horse, he can't be faster than Ultras and Lat Stin..."

The two old guys looked at each other conspiringly, and the eyes of them were shining brightly.
Chapter completed!