Siheyuan's Journey Through the Ages

Chapter 154: Encounter with a Vest Player

Ultimately, Ma Qing failed to stick to his bottom line. In fact, it is hard to say whether he has a bottom line or not.

After his two women became pregnant, Ma Qing endured for a month, but eventually broke his vow. He blamed Chen Xianbo entirely for not being able to control his lower body.

Who told him to go to the nightclub to discuss things, drink some wine, and ask beautiful women to accompany him? Two beautiful women were on his left and right, tightly hugging him. He hadn't eaten meat for a month and was furious. How could he be blamed?

Looking at the two women lying on the big bed in the hotel, I recalled those jaw-dropping and difficult moves last night.

Ma Qing shook his head, remembering what Chen Xianbo promised him last night: "Brother Ma, don't worry, I'll take care of the pulp for your paper company. I promise to give you the lowest price. Yaguang Zhisu's toys are selling very well in Nanyang. Let's share what we have and make money together."

After that, he took out a business card and handed it to Ma Qing, saying, "This is the business card of our Chen family's manager in charge of Hong Kong affairs. Just ask your subordinates to contact him. Come, let's drink this."

You see, when the business of rich people is going well, it is so simple, just a matter of words. So when can it be going well? It will be going well when everyone makes money.

Also, most bosses are in this state at work. They don’t need to do specific tasks, just focus on the general strategy. If you work like this, would you still care about 996?

Ma Qing remembered the banquet he had promised Zheng Yumian, so he quickly washed up, left some money for the night, and left.

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The Hong Kong Jockey Club, abbreviated as the Jockey Club, was known as the King's Hong Kong Jockey Club from 1960 to 1997.

In 1884, the Hong Kong Jockey Club was established, laying a solid foundation for horse racing in Hong Kong.

In 1931, the first two three-storey permanent grandstands were built at Happy Valley Racecourse.

In 1957, the Jockey Club rebuilt the original two three-storey stands into two seven-storey stands.

Ma Qing was now sitting in a private room on the 4th floor, watching the horse racing competition about to begin outside.

Like the Sha Tin Racecourse built in 1978, not every member of the Happy Valley Racecourse can enter any area at will. In order to highlight the membership status, the more distinguished guests have seats on higher floors. The rooms for the Jockey Club Chairman, Directors, Honorary Directors and Selected Members are located on the 7th floor.

The owners' rooms are located on the 5th and 6th floors; members who wish to dine while watching the horse racing are seated on the 4th floor; as for members without reservations, they are seated on floors 1-3, including the horse parade ring in the open air venue.

This arrangement actually makes a lot of sense. At the racecourse, the higher you stand, the better the view in front of you. This is especially true for horse owners who have horses participating in horse racing. When they occupy a commanding position, they will invisibly feel that they are in control of the overall situation.

In fact, Ma Qing is not a member yet. This private room was booked by Zheng Yumian using his father's identity. Ma Qing secretly swore in his heart that he must become a member of the Jockey Club, a high-end one, by next year at the latest.

The winter sun shines on the green racecourse, which is full of vitality. The brown track is filled with the sound of horse hooves and the flying dust. In the audience, the crowd is noisy and the atmosphere is warm.

Ma Qing was sitting in the box. Actually, he was not very interested in horse racing. In fact, he came here at the repeated invitation of Zheng Yumian, who said that his father wanted to meet his son's benefactor and had arranged a lunch at the Jockey Club, and he must come.

The gathering with the old man was really unremarkable, but Ma Qing could only accept the goodwill expressed by the Zheng family father and son. After a social dinner that no one could find fault with, Zheng Yumian's father left first, leaving his son and the invited guests to continue chatting.

"Mr. Ma, which horse do you think can win? Let's buy it and have some fun." Zheng Yumian looked eager to try.

Ma Qing held the horse racing manual and asked Xiao Qi, "Brother Qi, which horse will win the next race?"

"I don't know. Why should I record this kind of information?" Well, it was in vain that Seventh Brother called me that.

Ma Qing picked a number at random, planning to buy a hundred yuan for fun, and walked towards the betting window with Zheng Yumian.

Before they even reached the window, Ma Qing heard someone yelling in Russian: "Sherikov, damn it! How could I believe your lies? You are a top math student at Moscow State University, but you can't even calculate a championship. Now, our meal money has gone out."

Ma Qing looked over and saw two white men holding horse racing tickets in their hands and accusing each other. At this moment, apart from the difference in language, their expressions and movements were exactly the same as those of the yellow men who had lost the bet around them, with no difference at all.

"Xie Liaosha, the simple calculator you made must not work the way I designed it, otherwise this situation would not have happened." Another man with messy hair retorted.

After hearing what the two failed gamblers said, Ma Qing had an idea and handed the money and numbers in his hand to Zheng Yumian, asking him to place his bets himself, while he walked towards the direction of the two men.

"Why do you two gentlemen have to make such a fuss in public? Everything can be discussed." Ma Qing stepped forward and interrupted.

The two men were stunned, probably not expecting anyone to talk to them, and they all looked at Ma Qing who suddenly joined the conversation.

"Who are you? It's none of your business." The man called Xie Liaosha said rudely.

After starting the conversation, Ma Qing didn't waste any words. "I heard you guys talking about a calculator that can calculate who the champion is. I'm a little curious, can the horse racing champion number be calculated? What's the principle? I'm very interested."

Sherikov and Shelyosha, who had lost their meal money, looked at each other and saw the excitement of finding the meal tickets in each other's eyes.

Sherikov said quickly, "Everything in the world is ultimately a manifestation of some mathematical law. We only need to find this law to know the truth of everything."

Ma Qing retorted: “But horse racing involves so much information, including the horse’s bloodline, condition, training, the rider’s weight, skills, temperature, weather, wind speed, grass quality, etc. during the race…”

Ma Qing said a lot and finally concluded: "With so many difficult-to-calculate factors, how can we use mathematics to calculate who will win the championship?"

When Sherikov heard Ma Qing say this, he also refuted, "You are right, but the odds in the horse racing manual are actually the numerical expression of the comprehensive considerations given by the racecourse. This is simple. We can combine historical data and find the results we want in these numbers."

Ma Qing was happy. This guy was trying to find mathematical rules in data with human factors. He was so naive and cute.

However, I am very interested in the calculator they mentioned. Perhaps these two people in this time and space have been devastated after losing the horse race. They were originally talented, but they were completely lost in the tide of history and did not leave behind the names that should have been remembered.

(End of this chapter)