Almost as soon as Wayne was getting ready, people outside walked in while chatting.
The two people seemed to be looking for a quiet place to talk. They didn't expect there were other people in the cubicle, and they spoke very unscrupulously.
"What do you mean, have you got the invitation qualification?"
"I got it, but..." the other person hesitated in reply, "Will we really not be discovered if we do this?"
"Why do you care so much? Don't worry, nothing will happen!" The person who just spoke did not take it seriously, "Now that you have obtained the qualification, that's all. You should keep this thing safe and mix it directly into the water tank when you enter the racecourse. Someone will take care of you."
"Is there someone to respond? Is it an internal staff member? Then why doesn't he do it himself?" The voice asked several times, seemingly reluctantly.
"Haha! With so many people around him watching all the time, how can he have time to take action? At most, he will send others away to leave you an opening..."
After getting a satisfactory answer, the man suddenly became impatient in a more forceful tone: "Hey, stop talking nonsense, do you still want that reward? If you don't want it, just say it now. I'll hurry up and find someone else to do it." Same! If you are always timid, don’t end up saying that I didn’t take care of you, brother.”
Hearing that there was a possibility of changing the candidate, the boy who was hesitant at first immediately responded hurriedly: "Yes, yes! I... I just want to ask one more question."
"Then just do as you're told! As long as you don't do anything stupid, nothing will happen to you!"
The two only exchanged a few words briefly, and then there was a small sound, as if one person was handing something into the other's hand.
"When you're done, when no one is paying attention, just take the time to throw the bottle in any trash can around the auditorium. There are so many guests here, no one will care about you."
After saying this, the two of them left the toilet one after another without saying anything more.
After a while, Wayne came out of the cubicle.
"Racecourse?"
He repeated the key word in a low voice.
…
"Wayne!"
Back at the door of the classroom, Richard, who was waiting here, saw him smiling brightly and came over to greet him.
"I'm about to come find you! There is a horse racing event next week. Here is the invitation. Bring Chrissy to play with you."
Two exquisitely crafted letters were handed to Wayne.
Wayne was slightly surprised and reached out to take it. "Why are you here, Richard, sending an invitation?"
Although horse racing is a popular entertainment project among the royal aristocrats, it can be said that Richard himself has never taken the lead in organizing this type of entertainment that is suspected of gambling.
Starting from raising horses with potential, owners can register them for professional events, and the best winners can receive extremely high rewards. At the same time, the event organizers will also publicly sell the tickets for the auditorium and organize betting.
When the horses on the field decide the winner, the winners and losers in the casino are also determined.
Some people get rich and some people go bankrupt.
Although the kingdom does not advocate it on the surface, there are still many people actively participating in betting; just like the kingdom does not advocate comparison on the surface, but the atmosphere in the aristocratic circle is still extremely extravagant.
"Because I trained a horse and signed it up to compete."
"This is a large-scale competition for public welfare. Part of the proceeds will be donated to several welfare homes in Wangdu to improve the conditions for orphans who have lost their families." He explained, "In order to call on everyone to pay more attention to those in urgent need of help. For the poor people, my father will also participate."
Wayne nodded understandingly.
This is just a reason to invite names to buy luck. At least it will sound better when it is said out loud.
——Have you seen that we are not gathering people to gamble? We are doing charity!
Wayne is already used to these tricky things. Fortunately, they occasionally donate some oil and water, which can at least really help a small group of people.
"Okay, I'll go with Chrissy."
Richard asked him in a relaxed tone: "Didn't I give you a horse before? Its endurance and explosive power are very good, why don't you consider giving it a try? If you also want to come, I can sign it up for you. .”
"You mean Xiao Hei? Hahaha, let's forget it. I'll do it next time."
Thinking of it, Wayne touched his chin in embarrassment.
I would only ride it for a walk occasionally, but in Wayne's hands it was like living an early retirement life.
Richard didn't push it.
"There will be a lot of people present, and I may not have much time to entertain you. But Lawrence will also be there, and it's the same thing to ask him if there's anything you don't understand." It has to be said that in many aspects, Richard considered Gotta be a little too thorough.
"I got it~ It doesn't matter, I'm not a child." Wayne shook the invitation in his hand. "See you."
After saying goodbye to Richard, Wayne brought the invitation to Chris.
Richard seems to be normal these days, and he is still living among the stars. If Wayne had not learned many secrets of the royal family from other channels, he would never have felt that the actual situation of His Highness the Prince was very difficult.
But now that I think about it, Richard’s father is already at odds, his mother has no support, and his brothers are hostile. Richard is indeed in a bad situation...
I hope Richard can survive the next crisis smoothly.
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"Marseille?"
Chris was not interested in this kind of thing, but when she mentioned it casually at the dinner table at home, Duke Elliot's attention was attracted.
"I was also invited in advance, but I thought you don't like to watch horse racing, so I didn't tell you. Originally, I was just going to show up by myself." He picked up a small piece from the plate in front of him and cut it. of beef stuffed into his mouth.
"But since you two agreed to Prince Richard, it doesn't hurt to go and have a look."
Neither of them knew that Chris had already been secretly taken to the racecourse by Wayne.
Ashwell was a little disgusted when she heard this, "I really don't understand why so many people like horse racing! The smell at the racecourse is so strong that no matter how much perfume you spray, it can't cover it up."
Wayne looked at Chris a little funny.
Mrs. Ashwell, who has always had a strong obsession with the "lady image", refuses all activities that may damage her appearance. Chris seems to have been greatly affected by her words and deeds.
——In other words, it is easy to understand that life is too exquisite.
Even when she was acting recklessly and causing destruction, Chrissy would never ruin her grace.
"Yes, yes." Chris echoed with deep sympathy.
"Personal preferences are different! Some people like to be active, and some people like to be quiet. There is no right or wrong." Elliott said, "It's normal if you don't feel the exciting feeling."
