Hong Kong General: I am the leader of Hongxing, I just want to make money

Chapter 11: Winning over million with yuan
On an afternoon when the sun was so hot that one felt as if in a steamer, the Hong Kong racecourse was like a burning furnace, with bustling crowds and noisy sounds, making it extremely lively.

Under the dazzling sunlight, the emerald green lawn looks like a huge, crystal clear emerald, exuding a vigorous and vibrant atmosphere.

On the stands, colorful flags fluttered freely in the breeze, rustling as if cheering passionately for the exciting competition that was about to begin.

Qin Fan was wearing a well-cut and finely textured black suit. Every line of the suit fit his tall body, making him look even more imposing.

He brought a group of younger brothers and Luo Zuer to this place full of passion and dreams.

Luo Zuer wore a pink dress, the material of which was as light as gauze, and the lace embellished on the hem added a touch of softness. Her slender waist was perfectly outlined by the dress, just like a willow swaying in the wind, light and moving.

Qin Fan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said to Luo Zuer beside him: "Today I am going to kill everyone."

Luo Zuer blinked her bright big eyes and responded with a smile: "I'm looking forward to seeing your magical performance." Her voice was clear and pleasant, like the gurgling spring flowing in the mountains, crisp and beautiful.

Qin Fan took out a ten-yuan bill.

"Ten dollars?"

Luo Zuer looked stunned.

Qin Fan looked at the track firmly, his eyes focused and sharp, as if he could see through all the fog. Suddenly, the number 9 horse with a 1:80 odds caught his attention, and he decisively bought the number 9 horse.

The younger brothers around him were whispering to each other.

"Is this horse number nine going to work?" A younger brother who bought one thousand yuan frowned, his face full of doubt and worry. He was thin and had an uneasy look in his eyes. He thought to himself, "Is the boss wrong? This is all my wealth."

"Don't talk nonsense, the boss's vision is definitely right." Another tall younger brother retorted. He was full of trust in Qin Fan. He looked at Qin Fan firmly and thought to himself: "The boss has never let us down, and he will definitely not let us down this time."

As the race began, Horse No. 9 was like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins. It led the way with amazing speed and strength, its hooves flying and raising clouds of dust, and finally crossed the finish line to win the championship. Qin Fan easily earned 800 yuan, and the younger brothers around him cheered.

"Brother Fan, you are amazing! You helped me make 80,000 yuan!" The skinny little brother jumped up excitedly, his face full of surprise and admiration, and his heart was filled with joy: "It's right to follow the boss. This time I made a lot of money. I can buy a lot of things for my wife and children when I go home."

"This is just the beginning. Let's continue to make money following the boss." The tall younger brother also shouted excitedly, with greed flashing in his eyes.

The second time, Qin Fan actually bought the injured horse number one. Everyone thought he was crazy and no one followed suit.

"Brother Fan, this horse is injured. Can it survive?" A younger brother looked at Qin Fan with a puzzled look on his face, muttering in his heart: "This is too risky. Has the boss been blinded by victory?"

Qin Fan said calmly: "I trust my intuition."

However, the result of the race once again shocked everyone, with horse number one miraculously winning.

The third game begins.

Not only the younger brothers and Luo Zuer looked at Qin Fan.

Many gamblers also looked at Qin Fan.

Qin Fan said: "I'm so lucky. This is not a good thing. I bought the most unpopular horse this time."

Then, Qin Fan bought the least popular number 5. This time, no one followed suit, because the number 5 horse was too rubbish and had never won once in the past few months.

Soon, Qin Fan won again.

Everyone was stunned, it was too outrageous.

Qin Fan asked Luo Zuer: "Zuer, how much did I earn?"

Luo Zuer answered without hesitation: "34,000"

There were sounds of people gasping for breath all around. In three games, ten dollars turned into thirty-four thousand. Is this still a human being?
In the following games, Qin Fan continued to win as if he was assisted by God, winning more than 20 million, which shocked the entire horse racing field. Even Chairman Xia of the Jockey Club came out in person to take a photo with Qin Fan.

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In the evening, Qin Fan and Luo Zuer went to the TV station to record a program. The lights in the corridor of the TV station were soft and warm, and the walls were covered with photos of celebrities, each of which seemed to tell a wonderful story.

Qin Fan adjusted his tie and said to Luo Zuer with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I'm here." His eyes were full of encouragement and comfort, as if they could give people endless strength.

Luo Zuer found it interesting and responded seriously, "Well, I believe you." There was a firm light flashing in her eyes, like bright stars.

During the show, Qin Fan was elegant and witty. His confident smile was like the sunshine in spring, warm and charming. His humorous words made the audience laugh out loud, filling the entire studio with laughter.

The host Luo Zuer was also radiant, her sweet voice was like the song of a nightingale, and her elegant manners were like those of a noble swan. Her lively eyes and kind smile attracted the attention of countless audiences. The two of them cooperated well, as if they had been partners for many years, and they could understand each other with just a look or a gesture.

After recording the show, it was already dark, and the neon lights in the city were flickering with an ambiguous glow. There were few people on the street, and only a light breeze blew by, bringing a hint of coolness.

Qin Fan looked at Luo Zuer with tenderness in his eyes, and said softly, "Don't go back tonight." His voice was low, magnetic, and full of temptation.

Luo Zuer's face flushed, she nodded slightly, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "Okay." Her heart was both nervous and expectant, as if she had a little rabbit in her arms, and her heart was beating wildly.

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The next few days.

The Thirteenth Sister of Bowlland Street fought tooth and nail to compete for the position of the boss of Mong Kok. She frowned all day long, racking her brains to plan every move, and even thinking about strategies while sleeping.

Thirteenth Sister secretly swore in her heart: "I must win this time!"

For three whole days, her subordinates were very busy. Under her command, they launched a beauty offensive against the hall masters and red sticks. The carefully selected beauties smiled sweetly, exerted their best efforts, and their eyes were full of charm. At the same time, in order to win people's hearts, Thirteenth Sister also spent a lot of money generously, entertaining guests and giving gifts.

From the men sent to follow Qin Fan, it was learned that Qin Fan, apart from making more than 20 million from gambling on Marathon, had been spending the entire day with a beautiful female host. There was no way Thirteenth Sister could feel at ease.

Thirteenth sister was so stunned that she didn't even notice that the cigarette fell out of her mouth.

More than 20 million yuan, she could be killed with just money.

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(End of this chapter)