Chapter 41 Meeting with the senior class of Huifeng Bank at the VIP table in Happy Valley!

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 out of the Repulse Bay Mid-Levels Villa under the escort of Chen Zhenhua and others.

It's not too far from here to Happy Valley.

It took about thirty minutes to arrive.

Today is Saturday's horse racing 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.

We came to a room number marked A1.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

Now go through a long corridor.

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

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.

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

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

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

"Hello, Mr. Shen."

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

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

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

Chen Zhenhua and others followed behind, looking around cautiously.

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

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.

There are also separate VIP seats inside the racecourse.

Yang Ming is here?

"This is my Rolex."

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

Food and drink are all available.

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.

Yang Ming and others here can naturally see it clearly.

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

ah!

Is there such a thing?

At that time, Yang Ming won the grand prize, which was nearly 18 million. After paying taxes, he still had 15.5 million Hong Kong dollars.

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

"Hello, Mr. Xia."

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

Yang Ming himself did not wear a watch.

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

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?"

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

He didn't go to the auditorium outside.

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

"What's the jackpot?"

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.

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.

Yang Ming got into the wheelchair.

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

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

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

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 quickly.

"I watch 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."

Arriving outside the racecourse.

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 said with a smile.

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

"Mr. Yang, hello."

Maybe it has everything except a bed.

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

"Mr. Yang."

Azhu and Zhong Chuhong were pushing aside.

Yang Ming soon saw someone waving to him.

Shen Bi was also very interested.

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.

Chen Zhenhua took down Yang Ming's folding wheelchair.

Kaila, Azhu, and Zhong Chuhong looked on.

Someone came to open the door.

"Mr. Yang, nice to meet you."

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

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

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

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

Yang Ming knew.
To be continued...