I became the richest man in the world after losing my life in a vegetative state.

My son is much better than me. Yang Jirong is proud of his son!

Yang Ming finished breakfast.

Bask in the sun in the yard and garden.

It's almost eleven o'clock in the morning.

Yang Ming took Azhu and Zhong Chuhong with him, and drove away from the Repulse Bay Mid-level Villa under the escort of Chen Zhenhua and others.

It’s not too far to go to Happy Valley from here.

It took about thirty minutes to arrive.

Today is Saturday's race day.

In addition to Wednesday nights, it is also held during the day on Saturdays and Sundays. Many Xiangjiang citizens and tourists can’t wait and come early.

Those who bought tickets in advance or purchased tickets have already entered.

There are also many people who cannot buy tickets, or are reluctant to spend money to buy tickets, but use them to place bets. There are also many people outside the Happy Valley Arena.

The luxury car in which Yang Ming and others were sitting arrived at a nearby parking lot.

Chen Zhenhua took down Yang Ming's folding wheelchair.

Yang Ming got into the wheelchair.

Azhu and Zhong Chuhong pushed aside.

Chen Zhenhua and others followed behind, looking around cautiously.

Arriving outside the racecourse.

Yang Ming soon saw someone waving to him.

"Mr. Yang."

The person waving to him was Keira, who was wearing a skirt and fashionable sunglasses.

Kayla didn't expect that so many people came from Yang Ming.

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Shen is waiting for you inside."

Yang Ming and the others got tickets to Happy Valley and went inside.

He didn't go to the auditorium outside.

There are also separate VIP seats inside the racecourse.

The VIP seats at Happy Valley Racecourse not only protect you from wind, rain and sun, but also prevent you from being followed and photographed by reporters.

The most important thing is that watching the game quietly in the VIP seats is much more comfortable than having so many people crowded together outside.

While Azhu and Zhong Chuhong looked outside curiously, Yang Ming had actually been here many times in his previous life, but he was not interested in the so-called VIP seats in his previous life.

Now go through a long corridor.

Came to a room number marked A1.

In this VIP room, two white people were chatting and laughing in English.

Except for Mr. Xia, who is now the CEO of the Hong Kong Jockey Club, there is also a white-haired man who is Shen Bi. He thought Yang Ming would not come so soon.

There was a knock on the door.

Someone came and opened the door.

Kayla went in and said: "Chairman, Mr. Yang is here."

Yang Ming is here?

When Shen Yi came out to greet him, he soon saw a young man sitting in a wheelchair.

This young man was wearing a pair of sunglasses and sitting in a wheelchair. Shen Bi was really surprised at first.

"Mr. Yang, nice to meet you."

"Hello, Mr. Shen."

Yang Ming and Shen Bi shook hands with each other.

When Ah Zhu and Zhong Chuhong pushed Yang Ming in, Chen Zhenhua and other bodyguards stayed outside the door waiting.

When Yang Ming entered, he found that the VIP seats were really different from the ordinary seats outside.

Even the ordinary seats outside are actually classified into different levels.

Like members of the Hong Kong Jockey Club, they have separate seats separated from the seats of other general spectators.

Those seats for Jockey Club members should be more comfortable to sit in, with fewer people and more seats.

Here at the VIP seats, Yang Ming found that this place was similar to the luxury suites in those star hotels.

Maybe everything except a bed.

Food and drink are all available.

From the seats inside, you can see clearly through the window the entire racecourse, 360 degrees.

"Mr. Yang, this is Mr. Xia, the CEO of the Hong Kong Jockey Club."

"Mr. Yang, hello."

Mr. Xia, the CEO of the Hong Kong Jockey Club, was a little surprised when he first saw Yang Ming.

Last night, Shen Bi called and asked to meet Yang Ming here, which proved that Yang Ming's identity was not simple.

What surprised the other party even more was that besides being young, Yang Ming was actually in a wheelchair?

At this point, Mr. Xia dared not underestimate the other party.

"Hello, Mr. Xia."

Yang Ming and Mr. Xia also shook hands and got to know each other.

Yang Ming knows that now all walks of life in Hong Kong, even the management of the Xiangjiang Jockey Club, are basically monopolized by these white elites.

Yang Ming knew that Hong Kong was like that before the 1970s.

It was not until the 1980s that the white elite in Hong Kong gradually withdrew from all walks of life in Hong Kong, and the status of the Chinese in Hong Kong became higher and higher.

"Mr. Yang, do you usually like to watch horse racing?" Mr. Xia asked.

"I look at it occasionally, but I can't say I like it very much. However, I have to thank the Hong Kong Jockey Club for letting me make a profit at the Hong Kong Jockey Club two weeks ago."

Ah!

Is there such a thing?

At that time, Yang Ming won the grand prize, which was nearly 1800 million. After paying taxes, he still had 1550 million Hong Kong dollars.

This news also shocked Xiangjiang. Because Yang Ming did not want to show his face or be interviewed, few people knew that Yang Ming had won the grand prize.

At this time, Mr. Xia and Shen Bi were both surprised. Unexpectedly, Yang Ming actually won a large sum of money from the Xiangjiang Jockey Club.

"Mr. Yang, you are so lucky." Mr. Xia smiled.

Yang Ming knew.

This wasn't luck, but he wouldn't say it.

Yang Ming, Mr. Xia, and Shen Bi were chatting there.

Kayla, Azhu, and Zhong Chuhong looked on.

The waiter here brought coffee to Yang Ming and the others. It was about ten minutes before the first horse race of the day.

It was already very lively outside, except for the sight of knights and horses appearing on the racecourse, showing the spectators their best form and guiding them to place bets.

Yang Ming and others here can naturally see it clearly.

Even Azhu and Zhong Chuhong, who saw the horse racing with their own eyes for the first time, could not suppress their excitement.

"Mr. Yang, I wonder if you can guess the result of today's horse racing?" Mr. Xia asked with a smile.

"This has something to do with luck. Being able to guess correctly once does not mean that you can guess correctly the second time."

Yang Ming knew that since he had drained all the bonuses from the reward pool, which had quickly accumulated to millions of Hong Kong dollars, he was no longer interested.

He didn't want to show it in front of Mr. Xia and Shen Bi, even though Yang Ming saw the relevant newspapers last night and already knew the results of today's horse racing.

"Mr. Yang, why don't we have some fun?" Shen Bi said with a smile.

He felt that it must not be that simple for Yang Ming to make such a huge profit in the global stock market. As for how Yang Ming did it?

Shen Yi was also very interested.

Yang Ming said: "Mr. Shen, how do you want to play?"

"Let's see who guesses the ranking of the first horse race?"

How can people like them not feel itchy when watching horse racing without placing bets?

"What's the jackpot?"

"This is my Rolex."

Shen Bi took the Rolex he was wearing and placed it on the table.

It looks like it should be worth hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars.

Mr. Xia also smiled and said: "Since Mr. Yang was able to make a large sum of money at the Jockey Club half a month ago, why don't I follow suit and see who can guess the first ranking?"

Mr. Xia also took out a Vacheron Constantin watch he was wearing, which seemed to be worth hundreds of thousands of Hong Kong dollars.

Yang Ming himself did not wear a watch.

Instead, he took out a Huifeng Bank check from his body.

"Then I'll bet you this."

On the Huifeng Bank check, Yang Ming directly wrote 200,000 Hong Kong dollars.

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