I lost my vegetative state, and I became the richest man in the world

Chapter 41 Meet the head class of Huifeng Bank at the VIP seat in Happy Valley!

His son is much better than his father, Yang Jirong is proud of his son!
Yang Ming finished his breakfast.

Bask in the sun in your yard and garden.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the morning.

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

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

It took about three to ten minutes to arrive.

Today is race day on Saturday.

In addition to Wednesday night, it will also be held during the day on Saturday and Sunday. Many Xiangjiang residents and tourists can't wait for it, and come early.

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

There are many people who can't 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 Racecourse.

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

Chen Zhenhua took down Yang Ming's folding wheelchair.

Yang Ming got on the wheelchair.

Ah Zhu and Zhong Chuhong pushed aside.

Chen Zhenhua and the others followed behind, looking around vigilantly.

Came outside the racetrack.

Yang Ming soon saw someone waving to him.

"Mr. Yang."

The person who waved to him was Keira in a skirt and stylish sunglasses.

Kaila 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.

Did not go to the auditorium outside.

In the racecourse, there is also a separate VIP seat.

The VIP seats at the Happy Valley Racecourse not only provide shelter from the wind, rain, and sun, but also avoid being followed and photographed by those reporters.

Most importantly, watching the game quietly in the VIP seats is much more comfortable than crowded outside with so many people.

When Ah Zhu and Zhong Chuhong were looking outside curiously, Yang Ming had indeed been here many times in his previous life, but he was not interested in those so-called VIP seats in his previous life.

Now go through a long corridor.

Come to a room number marked A1.

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

In addition to Mr. Xia, the current CEO of the Xiangjiang Jockey Club, and a white-haired man, Shen Yan, he thought that Yang Ming would not come so soon.

There was a knock on the door.

Someone came and opened the door.

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

Yang Ming is here?

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

The young man was wearing a pair of sunglasses and sitting in a wheelchair, which really surprised Shen Yan at first.

"Mr. Yang, nice to meet you."

"Mr. Shen, hello."

Yang Ming and Shen Yan shook hands with each other.

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

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

Even the ordinary seats outside are actually graded.

Like members who join the Hong Kong Jockey Club, they have individual seats separated from other ordinary audience seats.

Seats for those jockey club members should be more comfortable to sit in, with fewer people and more seats.

The VIP seat here, Yang Ming found that it was similar to the luxurious suites of those star-rated hotels.

Probably everything except no bed.

Eat, drink, everything.

Sitting in the seat inside, looking out through the window, the entire racecourse can be seen clearly in 360 degrees.

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

"Mr. Yang, hello."

Mr. Xia, the CEO of Xiangjiang Jockey Club, was a little surprised when he saw Yang Ming at first sight.

Last night, Shen Yan called and proposed to meet Yang Ming here, which is enough to show that Yang Ming's identity is not simple.

What made the other party even more surprised was that besides being young, Yang Ming was still in a wheelchair?
This point made Mr. Xia even more afraid to underestimate the other party.

"Mr. Xia, hello."

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

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

Yang Ming knew that Xiangjiang was like that before the 70s.

It was not until the 80s that the white elites in Xiangjiang gradually withdrew from all walks of life in Hong Kong, and the status of Chinese in Xiangjiang became higher and higher.

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

"I watch it occasionally, and I can't say I like it very much. However, I have to thank the Xiangjiang Jockey Club. Two weeks ago, I made a profit from the Xiangjiang Jockey Club."

Ah!
And such a thing?
At that time, Yang Ming won the grand prize, which was nearly 1800 million. After paying taxes, there was still 1550 million Hong Kong dollars.

This news also shocked Xiangjiang, because Yang Ming didn't want to show his face, and he didn't want to be interviewed. Few people knew that Yang Ming had won the grand prize.

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

"Mr. Yang, then you are very lucky." Mr. Xia smiled.

Yang Ming knew.

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

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

Kaila, Azhu, and Zhong Chuhong watched from the side.

The waiter here brought coffee to the three of Yang Ming, about 10 minutes before today's first horse race.

The outside is already very lively, except for seeing knights and horses appearing on the racetrack, showing the audience their best condition, and guiding them to place bets.

Yang Ming and the others here can see it clearly.

Even Azhu and Zhong Chuhong, who saw the horse race for the first time, were a little uncontrollable excited.

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

"It's related to luck. Being able to guess once does not mean being able to guess the second time."

Yang Ming knew that since he had scooped up all the bonuses in the reward pool, and now it has accumulated millions of Hong Kong dollars, he was no longer interested.

He didn't want to show it in front of Mr. Xia and Shen Yan, even though Yang Ming read the relevant newspaper last night and already knew the result of today's horse race.

"Mr. Yang, how about we play?" Shen Yan laughed.

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

Shen Yan 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?"

People like them watch horse racing, how can they not feel itchy if they don't bet?

"What is the color head?"

"My Rolex."

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

Looks like it should be worth HK$10,000+ too.

Mr. Xia also smiled and said: "Since Mr. Yang was able to make a lot of money in 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 famous Vacheron Constantin watch he was wearing, which seems to be worth 10,000+ Hong Kong dollars.

Yang Ming himself did not wear a watch.

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

"Then I'll bet you on this."

On the check from Huifeng Bank, Yang Ming directly wrote 20 Hong Kong dollars.

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