Chapter 5 Betting

Yang Ming knew that based on his family's situation, he could only be considered an ordinary middle-class person in Xiangjiang, and was not considered very wealthy. If your family has sufficient funds, you can certainly borrow it from your parents as your first pot of gold.

Now I learned from my father that the annual profit last year was only 400,000 Hong Kong dollars. If it was before, it would be even less.

Even those profits cannot be fully used, and some are reserved as the company's working capital.

Also, Yang Ming's predecessor had been lying in this private hospital for more than three years, spending money like water. He probably also spent a lot of savings. It would be difficult for his parents to give him more money to start a business.

Yang Ming thought about what he read in the newspaper in the afternoon about the results of tomorrow's horse racing.

Didn’t his first pot of gold come?

It can be learned from the newspaper that tomorrow at 12:15 noon, the first horse race will be officially held at Hong Kong Happy Valley. In other words, if you place a bet before the horse race, you may win a grand prize.

"Peter, Daddy still has something to do. Let's go to the electric fan company first."

Yang Jirong is very busy.

Although there are only more than 20 people in the factory, if you catch up with the order period, you have to work day and night to export the goods to Europe on time. Otherwise, if there is another order next time, I am afraid that others will not come to you again.

Yang Jirong left first.

"Azhu, help me get that newspaper."

When the maid Azhu went over and brought the newspaper to Yang Ming to read, Yang Ming still saw clearly that the horse racing report was actually reporting on the results of tomorrow's horse racing.

Yang Ming looked at the current prize money in the Jockey Club prize pool, which has accumulated up to 18 million Hong Kong dollars. If he wins all the prizes, he can get all the 18 million prize money in this prize pool at once.

Even if part of the personal income tax has to be paid, it will still be at least 15 million Hong Kong dollars.

For Yang Ming, with 15 million Hong Kong dollars, wouldn’t his first pot of gold come?

"Peter, don't you go to bed early?" Li Yufang, the mother next to her, asked distressedly.

"Mom, I want a few hundred dollars in cash."

A few hundred dollars in cash?

Li Yufang didn't ask her son what he wanted the money for. She took out the cash from her ordinary bag.

"Peter, take it."

Li Yufang directly handed Yang Ming one thousand Hong Kong dollars.

"Thank you, Mommy."

That night at half past eleven.

When Yang Jirong came to visit his son at the Honghui Electric Fan Factory again, Yang Ming saw his mother sitting beside him and persuaded him: "Mommy, you don't have to stay up late anymore. You should go back to rest with daddy. This place is managed by Azhu and The female nurse can just watch."

"Peter, mommy is okay."

For more than three years, Li Yufang has been watching here almost every night.

The private ward in this private hospital has everything. It is a one-bedroom-one-living room. In addition to the hospital bed for the patient, there is also a bed for family members to sleep next to it.

For more than three years, Li Yufang and the maid Azhu basically took turns taking care of the unconscious Yang Ming.

Of course, there is actually a female nurse taking care of her 24 hours a day, but Li Yufang is worried.

Looking at his mother who looked haggard and her eyes were red and even bloodshot, Yang Ming still advised her and her father to go back and have a good rest and come see him again tomorrow.

Li Yufang was pulled away by her husband Yang Jirong.

When Yang Jirong and his wife left, Yang Ming was lying there, and he had already prepared his own money-making plan.

Let's go outside to place bets tomorrow and earn his first pot of gold first.

I don’t know when I fell asleep.

When Yang Ming woke up, some sunlight shone in except the window. When Yang Ming felt that someone was looking at him, Yang Ming suddenly woke up.

Looking on from the side, it was the maid Azhu.

"Master, you're awake."

"Azhu, what time is it?"

"Nine-thirty in the morning."

So late?

At this time, there are less than three hours left before the first horse race in Happy Valley today.

Yang Ming got up in a hurry, and A-Zhu washed his face.

"Azhu, help me to the wheelchair and change a set of clothes for me."

Azhu thought the young master was going to the yard to bask in the sun.

When Ah Zhu helped Yang Ming into a wheelchair and carefully pushed him out of the hospital ward.

"Azhu, push me to the back door of the hospital and get out."

"Master, where are you going?"

Azhu was still very strange and worried.

When she saw the young master's look, A-Zhu could only go to the back door of the hospital. There, there was a taxi parked outside. A taxi driver was reading a newspaper with his feet crossed and waiting for passengers. Yang Ming asked Ah Zhu to drive the taxi driver over.

The taxi driver first helped Yang Ming get into the back seat, and then folded the wheelchair and put it on the rear frame.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Driver, go to the nearest horse racing betting place."

The driver was a little surprised that this young man was still in the mood to bet on horse racing despite being like this.

It doesn't look like he was beaten up like this by someone when he placed a bet, right?

When the taxi driver drove to a nearby business hall where he could place bets.

Yang Ming didn't look at the fare and said directly: "Wait for me here, we will come out in a while."

"Sir, no problem."

When the folded wheelchair was taken out from the rear frame, Yang Ming was supported by the maid Azhu and the taxi driver and climbed into the wheelchair, allowing Azhu to push him inside.

This is a Jockey Club business hall near Causeway Bay, and many people have come here at this time.

These people did not stay at home or go to Happy Valley, but came directly to the business hall to place bets.

They can place bets directly by phone, or go to the business hall in front and ask the staff to help them place bets.

Yang Ming took out 200 yuan in cash and placed bets at 2 yuan per bet, that is, buying 100 horse lottery bets.

After Yang Ming and the staff confirmed that the numbers he bought were correct, Yang Ming asked Ah Zhu to push him away.

Here, you can actually watch horse racing on the TV screen here, but there are too many people here and it is noisy. Yang Ming is afraid of leaving for too long, so he still has to go back to the hospital first.

"Sir, is it okay?" the taxi driver asked.

"It's okay."

The taxi driver naturally felt a little contemptuous in his heart. He wanted to win the jackpot like this?

Then he doesn't have to drive a taxi!

After Yang Ming was helped to the back seat, his wheelchair was also folded and placed on the back rack, and he went to the private hospital.

It was about half an hour.

When the taxi stopped.

Yang Ming and Ah Zhu got out of the car, handed the taxi driver the fare, and asked Ah Zhu to push him inside.

"Peter, where did you go?"

Li Yufang had a rare good rest.

Unexpectedly, when she woke up at more than seven in the morning, she hurriedly bought meat and vegetables to make soup for him. When she and her husband came to the hospital at around ten o'clock, she didn't see her son, which scared her.

"Mommy, I just asked Ah Zhu to push me to the horse lottery business hall."

Horse lottery business hall?

"Peter, did you go to buy horse lottery?"

Li Yufang remembered that her son asked her for money last night, but she didn't take it seriously.

"Mommy, just like Daddy said, if you survive a disaster, you will have good fortune in the future. This time I will definitely win the jackpot."

Li Yufang didn't ask any more questions. Seeing that her son was fine, she breathed a sigh of relief.

She asked her son to sit down and began to slowly feed him the bone soup in the insulated box.

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