I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

Two days later, the HK racecourse was bustling with people.

It is no coincidence that the Hong Kong Racecourse has become the preferred place for many wealthy people to do business.

This is not only one of the most prestigious racecourses in Asia and even the world, but also a comprehensive venue that integrates sports competitions, entertainment and leisure, and high-end social activities.

Each event attracts the world's top horses and riders, and its professionalism and entertainment value are equally important, bringing an unparalleled visual feast to the audience. For the wealthy, horse racing is not only an elegant entertainment activity, but also a symbol of status. Being able to show off one's skills or witness exciting moments here is undoubtedly a recognition of personal taste and social status.

More importantly, the Hong Kong Racecourse has a profound background. It is not only a core component of the Hong Kong Jockey Club, but is also closely linked to the economy, culture and even politics of Hong Kong. As one of the most successful horse racing organizations in the world, it not only has a long history and a complete competition system, but also involves charity, education, sports and other fields, making great contributions to the social development of Hong Kong.

The charity events held by the Jockey Club every year attract a large number of wealthy people to participate and support. At the same time, through its strong influence and resource network, it also provides a highly efficient, private and opportunity-filled business exchange platform for the wealthy, which naturally makes the racecourse a popular place for business negotiations.

Chen Xilai's purpose of coming here is to get money, that is, to extract funds from these wealthy people. Decades ago, local wealthy people in Hong Kong would look at mainlanders with disdain. But since the handover, these people have changed their minds.

The mainland is a huge market, and investment promotion efforts in various regions have been very successful in recent years, with many preferential policies open to businessmen from Hong Kong and Macao.

As for businessmen, most of them are profit-oriented. They will support whoever can bring them benefits. In fact, most of the wealthy people in Hong Kong came from Guangdong Province and other places. These people invested in the name of developing their hometown and have made a lot of money in recent years.

They were not surprised by Chen Xi's arrival, because Hong Kong is bustling with people every day, and many people from the mainland come here to invest. The Xu family is a good example.

Heng Xiao Group almost went bankrupt a few years ago. If it weren’t for his trip to Hong Kong, Boss Xu would have probably gone bankrupt a few years ago.

VIP Room.

"I'm optimistic about number 8. Good luck, good luck. You'll definitely get rich this year!" A fat man, holding a cigar in his mouth, made a shooting gesture with his raised hand, which seemed a bit out of place with the other people around him.

A middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair next to him pointed to the racecourse in the distance and said, "Oh, I think number three will win."

"I don't like size 8 and size 3, so I bought size 2!" A bald man in his thirties touched the top of his head with his hands covered with all kinds of exaggerated rings.

Looking at this nouveau riche guy who spoke rudely, the two people who spoke earlier had displeasure on their faces.

However, the two did not say much, because the bald man in front of them was obviously not the same kind of person as them.

"Mr. Chen, which number do you think will win today?" At this time, Chen Xi was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a glass of wine in his hand. Several middle-aged men and women beside him were looking at him with smiles on their faces.

"Number seven!" Chen Xi replied indifferently.

"Number seven? Horse number seven?" A thin man with sharp eyes frowned and raised a question first: "I think the physical fitness of horse number seven may not be able to hold on to the end. Although the muscle structure of horse number seven has smooth lines, its endurance performance has always been poor, especially the explosive power in the second half is obviously insufficient. With such a physique, it is easy to lose stamina and be surpassed by other horses."

Then, another fashionable lady who was well-versed in horse racing shook her head. “The jockey for horse number seven is not experienced enough. He relies too much on the horse’s own speed and lacks the ability to flexibly adjust his strategy. In particular, his technique in handling corners is particularly unfamiliar, and he cannot effectively use the horse’s power to accelerate or maintain speed. In a fiercely competitive multi-horse race, such a jockey will often become a key factor restricting the horse’s performance…”

The two's professional analysis made those who originally had hope for Horse No. 7 start to waver, and they all cast a critical look at him. Chen Xi just smiled after hearing this, and did not refute immediately, as if he was confident.

"I think Mr. Chen seems very confident about the numbers he chose. I wonder how much he bet on them?" the thin man asked with a smile.

"It's not much, just a thousand dollars!"

"Huh? A thousand dollars? I must have heard it wrong. The minimum bet of everyone here seems to be several hundred thousand."

"It's just entertainment. We already know the outcome anyway."

"Hmm? Mr. Chen, you are being a bit arrogant. What do you mean by already knowing the result? Can you predict the future? I think you are just guessing, otherwise you wouldn't have bet only one thousand dollars. This is a VIP room, and betting such an amount may be unbecoming..." The thin man sneered at Chen Xi's words. He felt that the young man in front of him was just bragging.

If a normal person really knew the result, he would definitely place a big bet.

What the hell is one thousand dollars?

In a place like HK, you probably can't even stay in a decent hotel.

Chen Xi didn't argue with him and just looked at the racecourse with a smile.

"I think Mr. Chen is an imposing man, and he doesn't look like an ordinary person at all. I'll bet one million on number seven!" At this time, a middle-aged man wearing glasses stretched out a finger.

"Old Deng, you must be crazy. If he says number seven can win, then he can win?" The thin man curled his lips.

"Just for fun, it's only one million. What if I win?" The man with glasses shrugged indifferently.

Chen Xi's discussion soon attracted the attention of others. The fat man who had bet on number 8 before, as well as the man with slicked back hair and the bald man also came over.

"Number seven? What is Number seven? That short mule wants to win the competition? I think he can hardly even walk." The big bald man touched his head again.

"I also think it's unreliable. My number eight is better. Although seven is also auspicious, eight is more auspicious." The fat man shook his head.

Everyone was speechless after hearing this. It turned out that you didn't even look at the numbers and just bet on the horses based on your preference for numbers.

The guy with the slicked-back hair next to him also said, "Horse No. 7 is no good. Look at my horse No. 3. It has been carefully bred and is a leader in endurance and explosive power. Horse No. 3 has a tight and elastic muscle structure, and its cardiopulmonary function is outstanding. It can maintain stable breathing and heart rate during long-term high-speed running, which is difficult for other horses to achieve. Let's talk about the jockey of No. 3. He is a top expert in the international arena. Not only does he have superb skills, but he also has a deep understanding of horse racing."

"Hahaha, are you a gourmet? It's so firm and elastic, it makes me laugh to death." The bald guy laughed so hard that his mouth almost split, and his whole body kept swaying.

Everyone saw this and thought of it in two words - vulgar! Most of the people here are celebrities and rich people, and the bald man in front of them looks like a gangster.

"What's so funny? What does an outsider know? Then tell me, what are the advantages of the number two you chose?" The man with the slicked back hair said sarcastically.

"Advantage? He must win since he took my money!" said the bald man, pointing outside the window.

"Ha, that's so funny. Even if number two took your money, so what? The others didn't take any money. Can you expect all the contestants to give in to him?" The guy with the slicked-back hair laughed after hearing this.

"I've already made it known, whoever dares to beat number two will bear the consequences."

"Who do you think you are? I've never seen you in HK." The man with the slicked-back hair looked at the other person and really couldn't remember that there was such a person in HK.

"How about we make a bet and each of us put out 500,000 to see whose number will win, and the winner can take all the money." The bald man snapped his fingers, and a woman next to him handed over a suitcase filled with Hong Kong banknotes.

"You've watched too many movies. It's 2012 now. Who would carry so much cash when going out? I'm afraid you don't have any money in your bank card, but you're pretending to be rich?" The man with the slicked-back hair smiled and pointed at the box in front of him.

"I'm just asking if you dare to bet. The one who picked number eight, number three, and you... number seven!"

"Just come."

"Okay, it's only five hundred thousand anyway."

"I won't come. I'm not interested."

The bald man shouted to several people, but when he asked Chen Xi, he got a negative answer. Just when he was about to mock the other party for being timid, the bespectacled uncle who had bet one million on number seven suddenly interrupted and said, "I bought number seven, count me in."

"Then you take his place. You are so timid..." The bald man glanced at Chen Xi and muttered to himself.

The horse racing started soon.

The bald man rubbed his hands excitedly, while the man with slicked back hair and others were full of confidence, as if they all felt that their judgment was correct.

As the starting gun sounded, the horses on the field galloped, and the audience erupted in thunderous cheers. Horse number three took the lead, showing amazing explosive power and rushing to the front like an arrow from a bow. The man with a slicked-back hair looked very proud, and shouted loudly: "Number three, go! Let them see what you are capable of!"

Horse number eight was not to be outdone. With the skillful control of the jockey, he accelerated flexibly at the bend and quickly approached horse number three. The fat man held a cigar in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and shouted: "Number eight, pass it!"

Horse number two, in its seemingly ordinary running, actually had a hidden secret. The bald man looked confident, with a smug smile on his face, and whispered to himself: "If you take my money, you must win. Just wait and see."

In comparison, Horse No. 7 did fall behind at first. Chen Xi stood in front of the French window, smiling, without any sign of nervousness. The man with glasses stood beside him, also with a normal look.

Soon, the race entered the middle stage. The competition between horse number 3 and horse number 8 became more and more intense. Sometimes they were running side by side, and sometimes they took the lead. The audience on the sidelines also became excited, and cheers came one after another. The verbal confrontation between the big-slicked-back hair and the fat man became more sharp, and they mocked each other's vision and strategy. The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder.

At this moment, an unexpected turn of events occurred. Horse No. 7 suddenly began to accelerate gradually. When the race entered the final sprint stage, horses No. 3, No. 8 and No. 2 seemed exhausted and their speeds slowed down significantly. However, horse No. 7 burst out with amazing power, accelerated suddenly from the outside, and rode away from the others, heading straight to the finish line.

The atmosphere in the VIP room froze instantly. The bald man was stunned, then turned angry. He couldn't believe what he saw. The slicked-back man was dumbfounded, and the smile on his face froze. The fat man dropped the cigar in his hand, looking incredulous. Only Chen Xi and Lao Deng smiled at each other, and everything was said without words.

"Impossible! Impossible!" the bald man roared. He couldn't accept that the horse number two, which he had spent money on, actually lost to the seemingly most unlikely horse number seven.

"It seems that some people really don't understand horse racing." The man with the slicked-back hair sneered at the bald man.

Even though he also lost, he was extremely happy that the bald man lost the game.

"Hmph, don't be too proud. You were just lucky today." The bald man fought back, not wanting to be outdone.

At this time, Chen Xi just raised his glass and greeted everyone.

"Mr. Chen turns out to be an expert in horse racing. I never expected that." The woman who had previously thought that horse number seven was not good changed her attitude at this moment.

"Oh, you can't judge a book by its cover. We were wrong in our judgment before. Oh, we were wrong in our judgment before. Now that I have a closer look, I find that No. 7 has a well-proportioned body, with smooth muscle lines without losing his strength, and his steps are steady with a sense of readiness to go. He is simply a dark horse with hidden strength!" The man who had told Lao Deng not to bet easily before, made a 180-degree turn in his attitude, just like an actor.

Another person beside him also echoed, "Yes, yes, yes. Now that I think about it, No. 7 Horse controlled the rhythm of the game very well. He was like an experienced veteran who was neither impatient nor anxious, and showed his edge at the critical moment. It seems that even us so-called experts can make mistakes sometimes!"

Chen Xi listened to their conversation with a faint smile on his face. He slowly said, "Everyone, the way of horse racing is like life. It is not about temporary gains and losses, but about continuous growth. Looking back, whether it was the global financial crisis a few years ago or the subsequent European debt crisis, they were like obstacles on the field, causing countless people who were once in the limelight to fall from the clouds..."

Just as Chen Xi began to talk about the purpose of this trip, a man's voice interrupted him: "Wait, I think the victory of number seven is too strange. Can you explain to us why you were so sure that number seven would win?"

The person who spoke was the big bald guy. He seemed to have just called his subordinates to inquire about the situation, but did not get any useful information.

"Why, you can't afford to lose? It was you who wanted to gamble." The man with the slicked-back hair took the opportunity to mock.

After all, it was this bald guy who had insisted on proposing the outside bet, otherwise he wouldn't have lost money so embarrassingly.

"I can't afford to lose? I don't care about a mere five hundred thousand. I just want to know how I lost. Since I can bribe the horse master, others can bribe the horse master as well. But I thought about it for a long time, and no one should dare to not give me face. I don't think it's as simple as him bribing the horse master!" The bald man kept touching his head, obviously a little anxious.

After hearing what he said, everyone turned their eyes to Chen Xi again.

After all, they also want to know the reason. (End of this chapter)