Super Zoo-Chapter 745 - 727: The Capricious Tycoon

The entire morning, through five races, Hou Longtao had unbelievably good luck. Every time he went to the sandy ground before the race to inspect the horses, he was able to spot a horse in exceptionally good condition.

Of the five races, he betted on win three times and on place once, and incredibly, he won four times.

The only time he guessed wrong was with a horse that was a complete long shot; prior to the race, nobody had any faith in it, and it had never performed well in past events. No one knew if that horse was on some kind of spring "boost," but it unexpectedly dominated the field.

Not only did Hou Longtao not see it coming, neither did anyone else. Even the horse racing guide of that issue stated that there were only two scenarios in which one should bet on that horse: either you have so much money you don't know what to do with it and don't care about winning or losing, just craving the thrill; or you're down to your last hundred bucks and want to bet on whether Lady Luck will give you a break.

Even so, with four race victories, Hou Longtao made a killing!

In his hand, the kraft paper bag, about the size of a small schoolbag, was already filled with money.

A total of two million, two hundred and thirty thousand!

Hong Kong dollars!

Converted to Huaxia currency, it had already exceeded two and a half million!

He was smiling like an idiot, completely in a state of elation and showing no signs of being a man who had just been through a breakup.

Two and a half million, which in Suming's view, wasn't even enough for a minor investment. To make a joke, if one day he felt generous and casually gifted Nangong Yan a few pieces of high-end jewelry or bought her a car to save face, it might well exceed this amount.

But for an ordinary person from a second-tier city like Yangchuan City, even for someone with a decent income like Hou Longtao, two and a half million was definitely a huge sum!

Many so-called white-collar workers, earning a three to four thousand a month salary, would need to work a lifetime to accumulate that much.

In Yangchuan City, excluding villas and a few luxury communities with special backgrounds, two and a half million could buy a new house of over one hundred square meters in the best location.

Cui Bijia also looked overjoyed. She had pegged Hou Longtao as riding a 'wave of luck' and had been following his bets all morning. Although she was relatively rational and cautious, she still earned a substantial sum of 420,000 Hong Kong dollars.

For an actress who had made a name for herself with the brand Sea Mimi from a second-tier city, this was not an inconsequential amount.

This made Suming somewhat reevaluate the woman. From the way she placed her bets, he could tell that this busty beauty was not as brainless as one might assume. On the contrary, she appeared to be someone with a plan and considerable self-control.

Such a person might have a hard time achieving sudden fame, but with steadiness and accumulated effort, plus a little bit of luck, she could likely make a decent achievement.

Similarly, in Cui Bijia's eyes, Suming's image had also undergone a significant change.

Hou Longtao guessing right on White Rose in the first race was not due to his own expertise, but because Suming suddenly told him not to bet on the favorite, Queen Star.

Telling his good friend to abandon the favorite and instead go for the underdog, only to have that bet come through shockingly, was nothing short of prophetic!

At that time, Cui Bijia was somewhat perplexed, wondering if this mainland boss was pretending to be ignorant while actually being a real connoisseur.

However, after several races, Cui Bijia had completely dismissed her initial doubts.

Mr. Su apparently really didn't understand horses, as he hadn't won a single one of the five races.

Not only was he clueless about horses, but he also liked to be unique and assert his personality. Despite Hou Longtao's luck being off the charts, he stubbornly refused to follow and instead bet on his own picks, only to lose every time.

Besides genuinely not knowing about horses, Cui Bijia found another very 'refreshing' feature about him.

Some people who have money act as if they are wealthy, putting on airs in front of others while secretly crying over a swollen face. Then there are those who genuinely have money, who are real tycoons and capriciously spend money as if it were nothing.

The way Suming behaved strongly suggested he was the latter.

He had lost six races in a row, including the first one.

Yet, his bets grew larger and his way of betting became increasingly reckless and thrilling.

Thirty thousand, win bet, lost;

Fifty thousand, win bet, lost;

One hundred thousand, accumulator bet, lost;

Two hundred thousand, accumulator bet, and lost again;

Tens of thousands were gone in the blink of an eye, but this tycoon didn't blink an eye or change his complexion, and on the last bet, he astonishingly placed two hundred thousand on a single T.

Two hundred thousand, not a significant sum, Cui Bijia could also afford it.

But knowing there was over a 99% chance of losing it, would anyone still be willing to take the risk?

The single T means guessing which horses will come in first, second, and third out of twelve, regardless of the exact order.

According to the probability of combinations, the odds of winning are one in 220.

Not even a 1% chance.

It's different from buying a bag or a car; no matter how expensive, once the money is spent, you get something in return;

this twenty thousand, if lost, is just gone, leaving you with nothing.

Thinking back on the situation, Cui Bijia still feels a chill, thinking this isn't betting on horses – it's a mainland tycoon really letting loose, getting mad, not caring about the money, just refusing to accept losing, betting out of pure defiance.

Cui Bijia even felt that perhaps Suming had encountered something frustrating and had come to the casino to vent his anger by spending money.

Of course, with such a bet, the losses are huge, but once you hit it, the gains are as well, like the last game where twenty thousand could win over forty million.

To them, that little money is nothing.

Before the start of the sixth race, Cui Bijia, still a bit shocked, stealthily glanced at Suming, who was checking out the horses at the trackside, and thought, this tycoon brother wouldn't be planning to go even bigger, right? He dares to go for the single T, so will he move on to the trios exceeding odds of a thousand or even the quadrellas exceeding ten thousand?

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Narrowing his eyes while standing beside the racecourse, Suming felt Cui Bijia's gaze and, sensing the subtle change in her attitude over the course of a few races, quietly calculated that the time was almost ripe.

It wasn't luck that Hou Longtao kept winning.

As his spiritual power grew stronger, Suming's 'ability' to bet on horses leapfrogged since the last time he was in Xiangjiang, making his judgment much more accurate. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

No betting institution in the world, including the Xiangjiang Jockey Club, could afford to be an unlimited cash dispenser for a single person.

But the occasional lucky big win is tolerable.

However, he had already won big once before, taking over forty million from the Club on his last visit to Xiangjiang, which even brought Long Wu into the mix.

Long Wu couldn't intervene again this time, but Suming also had to consider the Club's feelings.

If he could prove that he knew nothing about horses and was purely playing out of defiance, on a whim, and got lucky with a hefty prize, Suming guessed he probably wouldn't cross the Club's red line.

Of course, it would depend on how much money he took with him. Winning a billion in one go, and the special administrative region government might want to have a 'chat' with him.

If all went as expected, this would be his last time 'withdrawing' from the Club; once can be luck, twice a coincidence, but thrice, and even fools would smell a conspiracy.

If circumstances allowed, Suming wouldn't want to make money this way, but he was just too short on cash right now.

Good steel should be used on the edge of the blade, so he might as well use this last opportunity at a time when he needed money the most.

"The horses, my horses, do me a favor, constantly losing tens of thousands, it really hurts," Suming silently prayed, communicating with the racing horses using his spiritual power.

To tell the truth, his last twenty-thousand-dollar bet on single T wasn't for show; he genuinely had his eye on three horses and intended to clean up this last gamble and leave.

No matter how strong his spiritual power was, with sudden changes at the racetrack, he couldn't be a hundred percent confident. Among the three horses he picked, one failed to place in the top three.

The sixth race began, and under Cui Bijia's exasperated gaze, Suming indeed went for a larger bet, still twenty thousand, but this time on a trio with odds exceeding a thousand to one.

Quickly, that twenty thousand went down the drain.

Cui Bijia noticed that this always composed tycoon finally showed a wry smile after this loss.

"Suming, let it go, don't go so big," Hou Longtao persuaded at his side.

Cui Bijia also said, "Su Sheng, a little gambling for fun, it's better to stop now; I'll treat everyone to seafood."

Suming seemed to accept their kind persuasion, yet there was still a hint of reluctance as he replied, "Okay, one last time, regardless of winning or losing, we'll all go for seafood. But the beauty pays for it, I'll cover the bet."