Victory belongs to the successful person, while the loser is always so small and humble. When flowers and applause are dedicated to Zhu Yue, there is also Zou Yangyang, who blushed because of joy on Zhu Yue's back.

Lu Zhong brought the Jockey Club management to Xuan Qi with a pleasant joy on his face: "Mr. Xuan is Mr. Xuan, with such a accurate vision, Zhuyue is a good horse, a good horse that is rare in a century." Originally, he just wanted to create problems for Wogen and not let Wogen be so proud. Lu Zhong did not expect that Zhuyue would really outperform the Ultras. According to the odds, his 50 million turned into 750 million, which really made a fortune.

Lu Zhong came to Xuan Qi not to compliment Xuan Qi. As the chairman of the Jockey Club, he had to take into account the reputation of the Jockey Club: "The bets were borne by Wogen. I didn't expect that Zhuyue would win. As Zhuyue's bets soared, Wogen only provided a certain amount of cash. The remaining part was mortgaged by real estate, and it took some time to sell it..."

Looking at the information submitted by Lu Zhong, Xuan Qi frowned slightly. The wealth worth more than 80 billion yuan, of which more than 20 billion is cash, and the remaining part is real estate. Just returned to Hong Kong Island this year and experienced the financial crisis. After thinking, Xuan Qi said: "My bets and the bets in Beijing Circle will first return and exchange for principal, and the remaining amount will be allocated to real estate. The insufficient part will be sold to yachts, cars, and luxury goods for supplement."

Several companies were happy and sad. Just as Xuan Qi and others began to divide the spoils, the people of Mango Club and the mixed-race club were all lost, from being able to win tens of billions to losing more than 80 billion at once, from being expensive, having a house, a car, a yacht, wearing gold necklaces, diamond rings and famous watches, they all retreated to a poor boy who was notorious. After many years of struggle, they turned into water in a flash. Most people stared at their blood-red eyes and could not accept this fact.

Roger, who was limping on the ground, slowly stood up. At this time, it was not messy. As long as everyone was united, they could still overcome the difficulties. So Roger began to search for Wogen. After searching carefully for twelve minutes, Wogen disappeared.

Roger immediately called Wogen, but the phone was always busy. Then Roger got anxious and pulled a mango man over and asked, "Have you seen Wogen? No?" He grabbed another mixed-race and asked, "Have you seen Wogen?" He asked for a circle of people in a row but didn't see Wogen.

At this moment, Roger was anxious and had no backbone. Roger was very uneasy, and at the same time he was worried about Wogen's safety. Where did Wogen go? This became a proposition. Roger, who was full of glare, seemed to have discovered some conspiracy. He walked towards the VIP area indignation and directly came to Roger.

"Is Wogen missing? Did you use despicable means to capture him?" Roger's blue eyes emitted a blazing light, and he stared at Roger with a wide glare.

Facing the aggressive Roger, Roger seemed a little surprised. He wanted to deal with Wogen, but not now, so Roger pointed at him and asked in surprise: "What did you say? Wogen is missing?" Looking at Roger, Roger nodded, and Roger said loudly: "Where did he go? I won all his property, and now he mortgaged his property to the horse farm. What does he mean to do this?"

Everyone knows that Wogen bet on Roger's land with all his assets. In the face of Roger's replies, Roger was stunned. This situation also surprised the mixed-race foreigners. What should have been a problem, but he couldn't explain clearly where the problem was.

Lu Zhong, who was coordinating the bets, frowned slightly, reached out to pull a staff member, and after whispering in his ear, the staff left in a hurry. In a short while, he ran over and whispered in Lu Zhong's ear.

At this moment, Lu Zhong's psychological gods met. Looking at Roger and Roger who seemed to fight cocks opposite him, he quickly said, "Don't do this, you all have a family five hundred years ago, so you don't have to be so angry." Lu Zhong said and patted Roger's shoulder: "Worgen just transferred 1040 million to his account, and then left in a hurry."

"This is impossible." Roger still believed in Wogen. This jazz who looked like a big brother and as thick as a mountain. How could he do such a thing?

Faced with Roger's doubts, Lu Zhong did not explain much, but stretched his hand forward and said, "Please look at the big screen." There are camera probes installed in the confidential areas of the horse farm, and there is also a studio inside, so it is easy to edit the video.

On the big screen, Wogen looked hurried and was unconscious. He hurriedly completed the transfer, and then hurriedly left the horse farm.

The facts are clear and there is no need to argue. It was this man who was regarded as the leader by the Mango man and the mixed-race man who betrayed the people who trusted him at the most critical moment.

Roger felt that something was broken in his heart, broken into pieces. Even if he lost this time, no one had ever blamed Wogen. After all, they were all elites in the upper class and could continue to make money without money. As long as everyone was still united, they would sooner or later have a chance to make a fortune. But now Wogen actually ran away, abandoned everyone, and swept away everyone's continued. The mango that was originally united, and the mixed race of united would suddenly become dead.

After discovering that Wogen escaped, Roger was not disappointed, but seemed very excited. A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stood there silently and began to think about how to deal with Wogen.

Lu Zhong said to Roger softly: "Wogen has mortgaged all the horse farms under his name to the Jockey Club, and there are other properties in it, even all horse racing..." Lu Zhong said and looked at Roger again: "Mr. Xuan has already asked for all the real estate, I wonder if Mr. Luo is interested in horse racing."

"You can't give him the horse racing. If you give it, it's a cow chewed the peonies and ruined it." The chubby King Bao Ship emerged from the side and bowed to Roger: "I love horses as idiots. Why don't you transfer all Wogen's horse racing to me. I give up cash. I can make up for the insufficient part."

Bo Ship King was filled with joy. If he didn't calculate the investment ratio, it would be equivalent to buying the top three horses in Hong Kong Island for more than 100 million. Bo Ship King had the top four horses in Hong Kong Island in one fell swoop. By then, his horse factory would not be spacious enough. Let me tell Xuan Qi and I was still training at Wogen's racecourse.

Facing the King of Bo Ship Bao who had the wishful thinking, Roger smiled and nodded. Roger didn't care about Wogen's wealth. Now he wanted more Wogen's life.

Xuan Qi took a breath quietly and reached out to pat Roger on the shoulder: "You no longer have to do it, so naturally someone will deal with him. People with red eyes will be punished by Wogen.

Roger nodded slowly: "If you need it, I will help them, after all, it is not easy for them..."

The noisy horse club finally came to an end. In the Jockey Club office, Xuan Qi saw An Yixin and killed the decisive black boss. At this moment, he seemed to be a primary school student. He sat timidly opposite Xuan Qi, nodded and bowed, without any murderous aura on his body.

"Are you afraid of me?" Xuan Qi, who was sensitive to the breath, naturally realized that the respectful An Yixin had a slight fear of himself.

"It's not that I'm afraid, but that I feel respect alone is not enough." An Yixin was restrained, afraid that something was wrong and aroused Xuan Qi's disgust. He said carefully: "Others say that Mr. Xuan is powerful. At first, I didn't believe it, but today I saw it with my own eyes. I believe it all now."

After flattering, An Yixin turned to the topic: "This time I visited Mr. Xuan, I actually asked for something. I am already thirty-seven this year, but there is no man or half a woman under my knees. I also went to the hospital for a check-up. The doctor said that I was injured when I was young and injured my kidneys. I will never have a sacrificial temple in my life, so I want to..."

Xuan Qi used Qi-sighting technique to look at An Yixin's luck. Among the three flowers and five qi, there was no luck about the descendants of Zishen. This made Xuan Qi shake his head slightly and look at An Yixin's body. He had been injured by a knife under his crotch, and the wound happened to pierce the pipe. After it was blocked, it would naturally be impossible to nurture offspring.

Just as Xuan Qi was hesitating, the old man suddenly spoke, "How strange, why does An Yixin have a million good fruits? The black boss is also a living Bodhisattva?"

Xuan Qi was stunned when he heard this, and then he grabbed An Yixin's luck and started to think about it. After careful calculation, a clear expression flashed in Xuan Qi's eyes. Who could have thought that the Black Boss could actually shock a group of sluts, help the police sort out the underground forces, and make indelible contributions to the stability and prosperity of society.

After An Yixin died, his subordinates would fall into civil strife, and the situation of stability, peace and unity would be broken. The younger brothers would do everything they could to the superiors, which would affect the stability and prosperity of society.

Fish and water, water and fish, seemingly insignificant little things, are actually involved in such a relationship. If An Yixin can give birth to a sacrificial temple and have successors, the gang can continue for a few years and then be adapted subtly.

"Do it," the old man was still afraid that Xuan Qi would push it away, and whispered: "Isn't it just that he was stabbed below. The pipes were blocked? Western medicine cannot be opened, but Chinese traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes the need to open up the meridians and activate the meridians. Helping him open up is just a natural small matter."

Xuan Qi nodded in a slight way, but in order to make it more natural, he said to An Yixin: "Touch your hand over and I will take your pulse." After that, he put his finger on An Yixin's wrist. Xuan Qi closed his eyes and pondered. After a while, he looked at An Yixin's face. Xuan Qi smiled slightly: "In fact, traditional Chinese medicine and Xuanzhi have many similarities."

An Yixin nodded slowly. The more techniques Xuan Qi showed, the more capable Xuan Qi seemed, the more An Yixin felt that he had this time.

"Your pulse is thick and powerful, your limbs are healthy, and your kidneys are full. The reason why you have no descendants is that there should be two aspects." Xuan Qi's old god is still there, and he tells it in a leisurely manner. It is really meaningful: "First is the injury you have suffered, and the second is because you are a lie in the end, and the killing aura on your body is contrary to the heavens, so it is gone."

Hearing Xuan Qi say this, An Yixin's body trembled immediately and asked in a shocking voice: "So can Mr. Xuan solve it?"
Chapter completed!