Shocking! A Hong Kong socialite gave birth to three heirs to a wealthy family.

Chapter 22 Stand Conflict

Shen Mei tugged at Shen Wancheng's sleeve and leaned closer to her, saying...

"Wancheng, did Yao bet too much money?"

Shen Wancheng patted Shen Mei's hand reassuringly.

"It's okay, I believe in Yao Yao."

Since Shen Wancheng had said that, Shen Mei didn't know what to say.

What Shen Mei didn't know was that Shen Yao was also shocked when Shen Wancheng asked her to bet three thousand Hong Kong dollars, which was enough for two months' rent for them.

Shen Wancheng was thinking that although horse racing is still gambling, the outcome depends on the horse itself. As long as you know enough about the horse, your chances of winning will be greater.

Since we're all willing to take a gamble, and if we can turn a bicycle into a motorcycle, then let's gamble big this time.

If they lose, three thousand yuan is still within their means. They can consider it a lesson learned, and Shen Wancheng will never touch this kind of thing again.

If they win, Shen Wancheng and Shen Yao will have the resources to do other things.

Shen Yao chose three numbers, dividing the three thousand Hong Kong dollars into three parts, with each number actually representing a bet of only 1000 Hong Kong dollars.

The odds for ordinary people betting on horses change based on the jackpot betting situation, and the odds only settle when the horse starts racing.

Of the three numbers Shen Yao chose, apart from number 2 which Guo Tao said was newly upgraded, the other two numbers had odds of just over 4 points, while number 2 had odds of 10 points.

They bet HK$1000, and even if they win, they won't actually win much money.

Whether Shen Wancheng's previous ideas were right or wrong depends on the person; conservative people would definitely not agree with Shen Wancheng's approach.

But if Guo Tao knew the last point, he would be speechless.

Shen Wancheng was unaware that the odds for horse racing fluctuate more as the race approaches its start.

The Marseille race is about to start in half an hour, and the odds for horse number 2 have already risen to 30 points. And this is before the race even starts; the final odds are still uncertain.

Shen Wancheng and Shen Yao were both stunned by the increase in the odds for number 2.

If they guess correctly, they could get tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars at once.

Shen Yao asked blankly, "Why have the odds gone up so much?"

Shen Wancheng also looked at Guo Tao with a puzzled expression.

Guo Tao was speechless.

He really is a complete novice who has never bet on horses before.

“I already said that number 2 is a new competitor on the track. These racehorses are all ranked. To advance to this kind of major competition, they have to go through layers of selection. If it had the ability, it would have advanced to this track long ago, instead of now. Looking at this horse, it's almost past its prime.”

Shen Yao suddenly realized, "So that's how it is. It seems that no one is optimistic about the second brother. Even with such high odds, not many people are betting."

Guo Tao was speechless. "What's the use of high odds if the horse has to come in first place?"

Shen Wancheng looked towards the Marseille VIP area, seemingly unconcerned that Shen Yao had voted for number 2, a number no one else was optimistic about.

Shen Mei noticed that Shen Wancheng didn't even glance at Shen Yao, let alone blame Shen Yao for making a rash bet.

She felt a little uneasy.

But what can she do if she's not feeling well? She's not Shen Wancheng's biological sister.

"What second son?"

A strange voice suddenly came from next to Shen Wancheng and the others.

Shen Yao turned her head to look and saw a man in his thirties wearing a printed shirt and with curly hair, a very fashionable look in Hong Kong at the time.

Shen Yao assumed he was just a horse racing enthusiast chatting with them, so she smiled and replied, "It's number 2."

"Number 2? You bet on horse number 2? A dark horse that will come from nowhere?"

Black Horse Qianli is the name of horse number 2; each number has its own title.

Shen Yao felt that the man's tone was a little uncomfortable, but she still answered him, "Yes, I voted for the number 2 dark horse, Qianli."

"Hahaha." The man laughed loudly, and said to his companion in a mocking tone, "There really is a big fool who bets on number 2. Does she really think that just because the horse is called 'Black Horse Thousand Miles,' it can actually become a dark horse, and then she's daydreaming about getting rich overnight?"

Shen Yao stopped laughing and looked at the man coldly, "What I bet on is none of your business, is it?"

The man laughed so hard he bent over, as if he had heard something hilarious.

“Mainland girl, why don’t you follow my betting strategy from now on? If you keep betting like this, you’ll lose everything sooner or later.”

The man's gaze towards Shen Yao was extremely lewd as he spoke.

Shen Yao clenched her fists at her sides. If it were her usual personality, she would have thrown a punch right away.

But she knew in her heart that fighting was absolutely not allowed in this kind of place, and she would be asked to leave.

Her sister was willing to let her place a bet of HK$3,000 because she trusted her; she shouldn't be kicked out of the racecourse for any other reason.

Shen Wancheng's face also darkened. She took a deep look at the man and memorized his appearance.

Shen Wancheng stepped to the side, shielding Shen Yao behind her and blocking the man's disgusting gaze.

Just as she was about to speak, Shen Mei also stood up and stood in front of Shen Wancheng, preventing the man from looking at Shen Wancheng.

"Thank you for your kindness, brother. My sister just used some pocket money to place a bet for fun. I wish you good luck in every bet."

The man looked Shen Mei up and down, then said with a grin, "You're a good talker, little sister. Want me to protect you from now on?"

Guo Tao then stepped forward, walked in front of Shen Mei, and spoke rudely to the man.

"Brother, take good care of the people you're with, and don't overstep your bounds."

"Wow, you've got two mainland girls as your girlfriends at once, bro, you've got some skills."

Shen Wancheng's soul comes from the modern world, and her demeanor is different. Naturally, the man would not regard her as a mainlander. He only looked at Shen Yao and Shen Mei and thought they were a bit rustic, so he judged them to be mainlanders. This was the stereotype of mainlanders held by people from Hong Kong Island at that time.

Guo Tao neither denied nor admitted the man's words, only saying, "This has nothing to do with you."

This kind of man only preys on weaklings. He could tell Guo Tao was a henchman just by hearing his Cantonese accent.

He knew the horse farm wasn't a place where he could get into conflicts or cause trouble, so he snorted and stopped talking.

Both sides sat down peacefully and waited for the Marseille to begin.

Guo Tao then spoke to Shen Wancheng and the others in a low voice.

"There's no need to argue with this kind of person."

Shen Yao was the first to respond, "I understand, thanks, Brother Tao."

Shen Wancheng also said calmly, "Thank you for helping me out."

Shen Mei finally said, "Thank you, Brother Tao, we all understand."

The race hadn't officially started yet, and perhaps because she had placed a bet of HK$3000, Shen Yao wasn't distracted by what had just happened; her attention was entirely on the race.

The horses participating in the competition have already taken to the track and walked around once, allowing spectators and players to see more clearly the condition of each participating horse and jockey.

As the jockey led horse number 2 past their side of the stands, Shen Yao opened her eyes wide and observed the horse. Only after confirming that she wasn't mistaken and that horse number 2 was in good shape and condition did Shen Yao calm down a little.

Shen Mei and Guo Tao were talking quietly. Guo Tao was mainly comforting Shen Mei and telling her not to worry about what had just happened.

Shen Wancheng, however, was still keeping an eye on the man who had clashed with them earlier.

Even if it was just verbal offense, Shen Wancheng didn't intend to let it go.

The horse farm isn't the place to deal with people. You can deal with them after you leave the horse farm, right?