I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

"Ha ha……"

Song Wenxuan looked at the bill in Xu Yuan's hand and couldn't help but laugh: "Brother, are you kidding me?"

"I never have the habit of carrying money when I go out," Xu Yuan said honestly.

His sister had given him this hundred yuan, fearing he might get lost and not be able to find his way home.

"Brother, these days everything is done with electronic payments. You can transfer money and spend it all with your phone. You're not telling me you don't know any of this, are you?" Song Wenxuan tried hard to control his expression so he wouldn't laugh out loud.

So the person in front of me is just a poor wretch and a country bumpkin. I was foolish enough to think that he was a thorn in my side when he walked in.

He was both laughing and making a wish, and finding his previous sense of crisis laughable.

How can someone like that be worthy of being my opponent?

"What are you laughing at? Tell me, I want to hear it too."

Zhang Ruonan returned to Xu Yuan's side, her eyes blinking as she looked at him. Noticing the money in his hand, she asked curiously, "What are you going to do with this?"

"Brother Xu wants to place a bet, but he only has one hundred."

"It'll cost at least 20,000 to start here," I explained to Brother Xu, "and I didn't expect him to be so humorous."

Song Wenxuan's smile faded: "I think you should keep the hundred and take a taxi home later."

"It's just horse racing, right? I'll pay for it for Brother Yuan."

Zhang Ruonan pulled out a black card and held it between her fingers: "My brother doesn't have the habit of carrying money when he goes out. I always pay for him. I give him whatever he wants to spend, so why should he need to pay for it?"

Song Wenxuan's lips twitched. What kind of magic did this pretty boy possess that made Zhang Ruonan so infatuated?

"A man who goes out without money is like a man who doesn't have guts."

He gave Xu Yuan a thumbs up: "I've never seen such spirit in Brother Xu before."

"Where did you get all this nonsense from?"

Zhang Ruonan gave a light rebuke, then turned to look at Xu Yuan with a smile on her face and a voice that was sickeningly sweet.

"Brother, the new game is about to start. Which horse should we bet on?"

Song Wenxuan stood there awkwardly. Women's double standards were just too much.

"Okay, then I'll use your 20,000; consider it a loan from me."

Xu Yuan didn't feel ashamed of spending a woman's money. He didn't care about his reputation; feeling comfortable was the most important thing.

"Just 20,000?" Zhang Ruonan wanted to persuade Xu Yuan to increase his bet, but considering it was his first time playing, she thought it was better to be conservative.

"Okay, I'll do whatever Brother Yuan says."

Xu Yuan looked at the horse farm and took the tablet to check the data of each horse.

"Bet on number four."

"Did you hear that? Give my brother a bet on number four, and 20,000 will be transferred from my account."

Zhang Ruonan handed over her bank card, and the clerk glanced at Song Wenxuan before swiping the card after receiving his consent.

Song Wenxuan made a gesture, and the waiter understood and took two steps back.

Anything involving human participation is inherently manipulable.

Song Wenxuan stood tall and confidently beside Xu Yuan.

If I want you to win, you win.

If I'm going to make you lose, I'll never make you win.

On the riding field, the riders, who were ready, waited quietly for the starting signal to sound. Suddenly, a voice came through the headset of rider number four.

"You're the last one."

"clear."

The fourth rider had no questions; how he was to run the route was up to the boss, and all he had to do was collect his money.

"It's about to begin."

As the countdown began, the VIPs excitedly stepped forward to get a closer look at the racecourse.

"Which number are you buying this time?"

"It has to be number seven, number seven is a sure win."

"I'm also number seven."

Xu Yuan stood with one hand behind her back, calmly watching the racecourse. Zhang Ruonan looked on with anticipation, holding Xu Yuan's hand tightly, as if she were the one going to run on the field.

beep……

At the command, seven horses galloped out, and the crowd in the private room erupted in cheers, all urging each other to buy their own horses.

"Number seven, number seven, number seven..."

"Number four, number four."

Zhang Ruonan clenched her small fists, her face flushed with excitement.

"Brother Yuan, it looks like number four is going to lose."

She saw that even though number four was running with all his might, he was always at the back.

"You bought number four."

The middle-aged man next to her heard Zhang Ruonan mention number four and took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

"Number four is no good. He looks strong, but he's actually an old horse. He can't run anymore. You're going to lose this time."

"It's okay to lose."

Zhang Ruonan turned to comfort Xu Yuan: "It's our first time playing, let's just treat it as a trial run."

"Brother Xu, it seems you're having a run of bad luck today."

Song Wenxuan looked regretful: "Take my advice and bet on number seven, you'll definitely win."

"However, don't be discouraged. If you lose this round, you can win it back if you bet correctly next time."

No one can have bad luck forever.

"Isn't it over yet?"

Xu Yuan calmly replied, "Perhaps we'll eventually surpass them?"

"That's impossible. Old horses only get weaker as they run, unlike other horses that have more stamina," the man next to him explained.

Xu Yuan smiled politely: "We'll see."

He stared at number four and snapped his fingers unintentionally. Song Wenxuan took it as him being too nervous and a mocking smile flashed across his face. He then stopped talking.

Wait till we lose, then let's see if you're still being stubborn.

"Holy crap..."

The fourth rider suddenly felt his warhorse accelerate, and a strong push came from behind him.

"Slow down, slow down, you're fucking in heat."

The rider couldn't help but curse under his breath. The more he cursed, the faster his warhorse sped up, the wind whistling past his ears.

"Number four has charged up."

The announcer's voice came over the loudspeaker: "My God, horse number four has surged from last to third, and he's still accelerating."

Hearing the sound, Song Wenxuan squinted at the horse farm, staring intently at horse number four: "What the hell is going on?"

He glanced at the waiter beside him; fine beads of sweat were on his forehead. He had informed number four himself.

Song Wenxuan looked at the racehorses below, thankfully they didn't come in first.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when horse number four surged forward again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, did you see that? Horse number four has surged into the lead."

My God, how did it go from the back to the front?

A remarkable comeback!

"Crossing the finish line, congratulations to horse number four."

The broadcast was rousing and impassioned. Song Wenxuan silently clenched his fists, coldly glanced at the waiter beside him, took two steps back, and went to find rider number four to get an explanation.

"We won! We won!"

Zhang Ruonan happily raised her hands, jumping up and down, while Big White Rabbit followed suit, hopping around wildly: "Brother Yuan, we won! This was so exciting!"

What she cared about wasn't how much money she won, but rather the incredible comeback of rider number four, who surged from last place to first – it was so satisfying!

The middle-aged man next to him sat back down on the stool, unwilling to accept defeat: "You guys were lucky; you actually won."

"Number four has never been in first place before, this is truly the first time."

Xu Yuan smiled calmly: "It was a coincidence, a coincidence, a stroke of luck."

Looks like you're in luck today.

With a fake smile on his face, Song Wenxuan congratulated Xu Yuan.

"We won right from the start."

One more round?

The waiter handed over the voucher for this wish, which, together with the doubled amount from before, totaled 40,000.

"That was fun, shall we do it again?"

Xu Yuan took out 20,000 yuan and handed it to Zhang Ruonan: "Here's yours."

"No need, you keep it. Place your bets together, and we'll split the winnings." Zhang Ruonan waved her hand magnanimously; she didn't care about the money.

Xu Yuan didn't mince words and accepted the money: "Okay, if we win again, we'll split it evenly."

Song Wenxuan gave a forced smile and said, "If you win another round, I'll eat all the shit in the entire resort's toilets."

He looked at the waiter again, reminding him that he absolutely could not make another mistake.

The horses that had run once went back to rest, and the horses that hadn't run before were replaced.

Which one should we bet on this time?

"We're still betting on number four, all in. This time, we're betting on number four to come in second."

Xu Yuan turned to Song Wenxuan and asked, "If we bet on rankings, can we earn more?"

Song Wenxuan thoughtfully explained, "If you bet on the right ranking, the principal will be multiplied by ten."

"Then let's go big, that'll be more fun."

As Xu Yuan spoke, his eyes gleamed with excitement, Zhang Ruonan placed bets on the tablet.

Song Wenxuan immediately relayed the message.

"Tell Ma San that he will personally ride horse number four."

He was waiting for the wish to start getting excited; the more excited he got, the more he wanted to win, and the bigger his bets became.