Horse racing is one of the oldest sports in the world, originating from ancient Greece and Rome.
Of course, in the earliest days, there were not so many requirements for horses. As this sport has developed to this day, the requirements for horses and riders have become very high.
Every horse needs to undergo a year or even several years of training before it can compete.
The No. 4 horse chosen by the King of Kings is named Black Pearl. It is dark in color, has a well-proportioned body, and strong leg muscles. It is a purebred horse that is a cross between an Arabian horse, a Spanish horse, and a Galloway horse. This kind of horse is the most famous in the world. Climb the fastest horse. Moreover, this kind of horse has a stubborn personality and strong explosive power. Apart from racing, it really has no other use.
Soon, the No. 4 horse ran to the front with a considerable advantage, but the No. 10 horse chosen by Yan Murong fell to the last, and the distance from the previous horse was three meters.
"Haha, Mr. Yan, I want to thank you for the shares you gave me," the King of Kings smiled proudly, as if he had seen the Black Pearl cross the finish line.
"We haven't even reached half the distance yet, why are you so excited?" Yan Murong looked calm. His horse was in last place, and he was not in a hurry, as if winning or losing was none of his business.
"What should we do now?" Yan Murong was not anxious, but Dong Wuyan was anxious.
If the current situation continues, it is certain that horse No. 4 will take first place. She can't figure out why Yan Murong is still so calm.
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious," Yan Murong patted Dong Wuyan's shoulder and said with a smile, "Sometimes, running fast may not necessarily lead to first place. Have you heard the story of the tortoise and the hare? -----You Look, the hare ran so fast, but he still lost to the tortoise in the end."
Regarding Yan Murong's words, the king of kings expressed his utmost disdain and contempt. This guy is just an amateur. This is a horse race, not a tortoise and the hare. Unless God is willing to help, I will definitely win.
At this moment, there was a burst of exclamation outside, and a sudden change occurred on the field, which made the king of kings stunned.
When there was still one thousand meters from the finish line, the No. 4 horse running at the front suddenly neighed. Then, a surprising scene appeared. It actually stopped running. What was even more surprising and surprising was that it stopped running. Forget it, it actually turned around and started running in the opposite direction. No matter how hard the rider pulled the reins, it refused to stop.
"Damn, what's going on, what the f*ck is going on," the king of kings yelled after being surprised. This kind of thing has never happened before. As a horse racing horse, he does not obey the rider's orders. What on earth is going on? Something happened.
"Look, what am I talking about?" Yan Murong curled her lips and looked at Dong Wuyan and said, "You may not be the first if you run fast."
The king of kings couldn't care less about what Yan Murong said. Looking at Black Pearl running backwards, his eyes almost popped out of his head. Black Pearl, who had been a long distance away from the second place, fell to the end in an instant. , then, the No. 10 horse chosen by Yan Murong also passed.
Five hundred meters-----
Three hundred meters-----
Fifty meters-----
In the end, Yan Murong's No. 10 horse won the ninth place. Of course, the tenth place was the King of Kings' No. 4 horse. However, this horse is not even ranked now because it did not reach the finish line at all.
Lost, actually lost, the king of kings was stunned on the spot, with his hands pressed against the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the black pearl parked on the track with disbelief.
"Hey, what are you thinking about? What about the equity transfer contract?"
Yan Murong's words brought the King of Kings back to his senses. He suddenly turned his head, looked at Yan Murong and shouted, "Yan Murong, you are fucking cheating."
"Damn it, you can't afford to lose," Yan Murong was also angry, "If you can't afford to lose, don't play. Don't lose and don't want to admit it. This is my first time playing this thing. I'm going to cheat, you can think of it,"
"It's you, you must have tricked me," the king of kings stared at Yan Murong, the hatred in his eyes undisguised, "You are a doctor, you must have done something to my horse,"
"Are you sick? Even if you don't take it seriously, can you speak before you think about it?" Yan Murong said with disdain, "I am a doctor, but I am a Chinese medicine doctor. I treat people, not animals - ----Of course, I can’t cure your disease either,”
Being scolded as a beast, the hatred on the face of the King of Kings became even stronger. He clenched his hands tightly into fists. However, considering that ten of him were no match for Yan Murong, he gave up and went up to beat Yan Murong violently. A sudden impulse.
"Young Master Wang, don't be angry," the woman in the suspender skirt carefully pulled the arm of the king of kings and said softly. The other woman also stood up quietly and looked at the king with a worried look. King of the Middle.
"Pah,"
The king of kings couldn't help but take action because of his hatred for Yan Murong, but the target was not Yan Murong, but the two women around him. He couldn't beat Yan Murong, but he could still beat the two women.
"Get out of here, get away from me," the King of Kings shouted at the two women who were covering their faces with aggrieved expressions on their faces.
"Hey, hey, you are so embarrassed," Yan Murong said with a sarcastic smile, "If you lose, you lose. Why are you angry at a woman?"
"Okay, okay-----"
The King of Kings looked at Yan Murong and gritted his teeth and said, "Yan Murong, I'm in trouble today. You set a price and I'll use money to replace the shares."
"I'm not short of money," Yan Murong smiled and shook his head, "Besides, we don't have a rule that you can buy it back with money. Do you think so?"
"I can only give you money," the king of kings trembled with anger. "The shares are not mine. Without my father's signature, it is useless for you to take them."
"Then call your father and tell him that you lost your shares to me,"
"you-----"
"It's mine," Yan Murong waved his hand impatiently and said, "I'll give you two days to deliver it in person or by courier. If I can't see the shares, I'll go to you." The family wants it from your father, it’s up to you to take care of it,”
"Don't push people too hard,"
"I'm forcing you to bite me."
"You-----okay, I'll give it to you,"
In the end, the king of kings compromised. When he spat out these words, his teeth chattered loudly, as if he wanted to swallow Yan Murong alive.
"It would have been nice to have done this earlier," Yan Murong laughed, "I knew you, Mr. Wang, must be a person who can afford to lose."
"Humph, we'll see," the King of Kings snorted coldly, turned to Richard and called, "Richard, let's go,"
"We're leaving," Yan Murong looked at the King of Kings with a smile, "You're in such a hurry. Look, there are two more games to come. Why are you leaving in such a hurry? Why don't you just play for a while longer?"
PS: It turns out it’s not heat stroke, it’s enteritis...I’ve had diarrhea and am almost exhausted now.