Going back to 70 years from grazing

"No. [-], No. [-], hurry up, No. [-], No. [-]" Xiang An shouted loudly in the racetrack, surrounded by the same people, some called No. [-], some called No. [-].Everyone was emotional, the veins on their necks were tense, and they looked hoarse.

Boss Xiang glanced at Xiang An, who was shouting in the crowd, and shook his head helplessly. He was no longer in the auditorium, but watching the race in the racetrack with Lao Zhao's son, Zhao Hua, in the box with a glass of wine.

above the sky

The current Boss Xiang finally got into the eyes of Lao Zhao and Lao Fang through an opportunity given by Xu Lingjun.

In addition to the medicinal wine that Xu Lingjun provided him in the past few years, the brothers of the Xiang family have entered their circle, but Boss Xiang still understands it in his heart.After all, he and others are not in the same circle.

Just like the disdain that Zhao Hua inadvertently saw from Xiang An in the audience just now, although he quickly hid it, Boss Xiang still found out.

He didn't blame Zhao Hua, it was because his younger brother couldn't help him up, he couldn't come to the private room, he insisted on going to the auditorium, he said he liked the feeling of yelling and cursing, otherwise he would look at the horse.

With their current worth, it doesn't matter whether they win or lose, what they want is this kind of carefree feeling.

"Brother Xiang, look at my horse." Zhao Hua shook the red wine glass in his hand and said with a smile.

"Hua Shao*, you also know that I'm a rough man and don't understand horses, but seeing Hua Shao's No. [-] running ahead, this horse should be top-notch." Mr. Xiang said with a big smile.

A rough man is a rough man, Boss Xiang didn't deliberately conceal it, instead he talked about it a lot of the time, although it would make people look down upon it, but a rough man has the benefits of being a rough man, and if he does something wrong, he won't care too much about it .

Dealing with people in these circles is like this. Boss Xiang is too far away from others, and you will get along better if you admit it.On the contrary, it makes people look down on it even more.

"Hehe, Brother Xiang is awesome. This race is only for the intermediate level, and my horse is not a top-level horse. It's just that the rider's riding skills are good, and he can show some advantages if he cooperates well with the horse. The stamina is not enough, and it is difficult to become grand. .”

"Hey, there are too few good horses now. The British upper classes like this, and many of them race in the racecourse." Zhao Hua said pointedly.

Hong Kong people like horse racing very much. It is not an exaggeration to say that they can participate with their full names. People want to make a little money. This racecourse can be said to be a money-making center. Those old ghosts have a part in it. They compete with each other from time to time, which not only satisfies them Personal hobbies can make a fortune, so why not do it.

Don't underestimate this, ghost elders are sincerely fond of horse riding, and think horse riding is a very gentleman's behavior, and serving horses is more caring than serving their wives and relatives.

"A good horse! Then Hua Shao, don't think I'm vulgar! How much does this good horse cost, and where can I buy it?" Boss Xiang asked weakly.

He really doesn't understand that it takes three generations to cultivate a nobleman, this is not just talk, it is a habit developed from childhood, and the knowledge gained from childhood is not enough to be rich. . .

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