Is this going to reveal the fox's tail?
Han Du glanced at Zhu Zhanji with a smile, and asked pretending not to care: "Your Highness is right, there are indeed many people who like to bet on horses. After all, betting on horses is fair. Everything is under people's eyes. It’s going on underneath, who wins and who loses all depends on your eyesight.”
Another reason why horse racing is popular among the people is that there are indeed many people who win money from the racecourse, and there are quite a few such people.
Many people have even begun to study horses, specifically to win money.
The racetrack doesn't care at all. No matter how much they win, it's all other gamblers' money. As long as the racecourse keeps pumping water, it will make a profit without losing money.
Therefore, here at the racecourse, the most marketable book is "Xiang Xiang Jing", and almost everyone has a copy.
Zhu Zhanji smiled after hearing this and nodded in agreement: "Since I think betting on horse racing is fair, why don't you come and take a gamble?"
coming!
Han Du guessed Zhu Zhanji's plan in his heart, but asked calmly: "What does your highness want to bet on?"
The fingers in Zhu Zhanji's sleeves clenched into fists silently, suppressing the tension in his heart, and said calmly: "If Gu is lucky enough to win, I hope that the master can allow Gu to take away a hundred people from the academy."
Afraid of angering Han Du, Zhu Zhanji immediately added: "Of course, you can rest assured that I will not use force to force them to leave. How about letting them make their own choices?"
Sure enough...Zhu Zhanji has been targeting the academy students from the beginning to the end! He also said that he should let the academy students make their own choices. Wasn't this just an attempt to silence himself?
Han Du sneered in his heart, glanced around and found that everyone was looking at him.
Only then did I understand that Zhu Zhanji wanted to use others to force him to agree.
Han Du did not agree directly, but instead asked: "Since it is betting on horse racing, what is your winnings? You can't get everything, right?"
"Of course not." Zhu Zhanji couldn't hide his excitement and said in a hurried tone: "If I lose alone, how about I give you one hundred thousand taels of silver?"
After hearing this, Han Du couldn't help but look high at Zhu Zhanji. In his heart, one hundred academy students were equivalent to one hundred thousand taels of silver. It seemed that he valued academy students very much. On average, each person is equivalent to one thousand taels of silver, which is almost as heavy as a person.
Han Du laughed, gathered up his sleeves, stretched out his hand and high-fived Zhu Zhanji: "Since His Highness is interested in this, how can I be a disappointment? That's it."
"Pa" The palms of the two of them hit each other.
Zhu Zhanji said happily: "It's a deal."
"So, who will choose first now?" Han Du looked at Zhu Zhanji with a smile, guessing that since he dared to bet with him, he must have someone to rely on. ..
Nothing in this world is fair, especially gambling! I've only heard of cheating and unscrupulous means, but I've never heard of fairness.
There are only fifteen horses in a horse race, and the winner will definitely be among them. Whoever chooses first will be able to take a huge advantage, and even be able to directly lock in the chance of winning once he chooses the world.
Sure enough, Zhu Zhanji didn't give in at all on who to choose first. On the contrary, the moment Han Du finished speaking, he said impatiently: "My father-in-law is the host and Gu is just a visitor. How about we let Gu choose first?"
The visitor is a guest. From the perspective of etiquette, it is Han Du who should be chosen first by Zhu Zhanji. If Han Du insists on choosing first at this time, I am afraid he will be ridiculed for not knowing etiquette and being petty.
Therefore, Zhu Zhanji's words were not to discuss with Han Du, but to control Han Du's army.
Han Du glanced at him with a smile.
Zhu Zhanji felt guilty, and he did not want to trick Han Du in such an obvious way. But he had no choice. Academy students were crucial to Xinming's future development.
Even if he offended Han Du, he would take him back.
Seeing Zhu Zhanji's nervousness, Han Du sighed and said, "Okay, then it's up to you to choose."
"Thank you, sir." Zhu Zhanji's palms were already sweating. If Han Du refused to let go, then he would really
There is no way.
Zhu Zhanji pretended to turn around and glanced at the stable, and said without hesitation: "Select No. 8."
No. 8...Han Du was too lazy to expose Zhu Zhanji's little thoughts and looked up at No. 8.
I saw a black horse standing there, sneezing sometimes and pawing the ground with its hoofs.
"It is indeed a good horse!" Han Du praised, causing everyone around him to nod in agreement.
Horse No. 8 is tall, with vivid muscles all over its body. Its hooves are wide and its legs are slender and powerful, which is in line with the characteristics of a good horse.
"I wonder what number I will choose?" Seeing that Han Du had not chosen, Zhu Zhanji was worried that something would go wrong and wanted Han Du to make a decision quickly.
"Okay, then I will choose No. 9." Han Du said casually.
Number nine?
Everyone's eyes were instantly attracted to Horse No. 8 by Han Du's words.
This horse...how should I put it...is a bit unattractive compared to No. 8. It is not as tall as No. 8, and it does not have as flexible muscles as No. 8, but it does not have the restlessness of No. 8 and stands there quietly, like a sculpture.
Everyone's eyes focused on Han Du. Did they think he made the wrong choice?
Han Du ignored everyone and said calmly to Zhu Zhanji, "I have a request."
Zhu Zhanji was stunned for a moment, looked around and saw everyone looking at him, chuckled lightly to cover up his embarrassment, nodded and said, "Master, please tell me."
"Change a group of riders." Han Du said before Zhu Zhanji could react.
Zhu Zhanji was shocked. If he didn't know that no one could figure out the clues, he could hardly hide the shock on his face.
When betting on horses, you bet on the horse, not the rider. Therefore, Han Du's request is not unexpected and even reasonable.
In full view of everyone, Zhu Zhanji had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree:
"sure."
I feel relieved... Han Du said nothing more, sat upright, looked at the racecourse, and said softly:
"Then let's get started."
Soon, a group of riders replaced the original ones. After everything was ready, with the sound of a gong, the railing in front of the horses fell instantly, and fifteen horses galloped out.
When Zhu Zhanji saw No. 8 leading the way, he breathed a sigh of relief. But before he could feel relieved, after the third lap, No. 9, who was originally in the middle, began to exert force, gradually overtaking a horse, and followed closely behind No. 8.
A bad premonition lingered in Zhu Zhanji's heart. He clenched his fists and tightened his lips, as if he wished he could ride the No. 8 horse himself.
Finally, with the sound of a gong, the first one crosses the finish line.
It's number nine!
Zhu Zhanji lost.
