Super Zoo

Chapter 319 The Iron Fist Strikes at the Capitalist!

The race situation suddenly reversed; Happy-go-lucky, as if bewitched, suddenly slowed down, and Rose Flash dashed past like lightning, unexpectedly taking the championship.

This really had nothing to do with Suming.

The racehorses were several hundred meters away from the box and separated by a thick layer of soundproof glass, making control somewhat difficult. Especially since the racing horses, filled with fighting spirit and in a state of adrenaline hormone surge, had a certain resistance to spiritual power.

Besides, this was just a game. If one had to cheat even in this, it would take away the fun of horse racing. So from the beginning, he never even thought about using spiritual power to cheat, not even getting close to the horses before placing his bets.

There was only one reason: Miss Nangong was lucky.

That being said, she followed Suming in betting all night long, gambling more than a dozen times without hitting it even once. Finally, like a blind cat running into a dead mouse, she got it right once. Statistically speaking, it was within the realms of understanding. It was just that the manner of winning was too mysterious.

There's an old saying that gambling reflects character, which isn't entirely accurate, but a person's reaction to winning or losing money can indeed reflect, to some extent, their personality traits and their worth.

Despite the baffling loss, Long Wu merely paused for a moment, puzzled by Happy-go-lucky's abnormal performance, and then quickly turned around to smile helplessly at Miss Nangong and Suming, saying, "It seems I really had no fate with Happy-go-lucky, Miss Nangong. From now on, you are his owner. I hope you can share some of your good luck with him."

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Having said that, he called someone who looked like a bodyguard and handed over a card, instructing, "Go withdraw seven hundred thousand in cash for this miss."

Otherwise, why would Suming be willing to take Miss Nangong out with him? Not only was she beautiful, but she also had a knack for handling situations. Just a moment ago, she was all worried about losing money like a little woman, but after winning, she didn't show off eagerly. Instead, she took the card gracefully and placed it back on the table, pushing it towards Long Wu with two fingers.

"Uncle, I was just joking with you. If you won't take my money, how could I have the cheek to accept yours?" Miss Nangong said with a smiling face, "I'm already happy that you are willing to give Happy-go-lucky to me!"

Long Wu was noticeably taken aback, probably not expecting this seemingly decorative woman to have such a generous side.

Seven hundred thousand might not seem like a lot, but it was certainly not a trivial sum. Even some second and third-tier female stars in Xiangjiang would find it a significant amount, willing to flatter, laugh along, and even sleep with someone for it.

The local entertainment industry in Xiangjiang has been in a slump for the past two years, and not even the top three Miss Hong Kong contestants could command seven hundred thousand.

Moreover, this was money that had been fair and square won, which she could have claimed with pride. Yet, Miss Nangong didn't even think twice before giving it back.

Long Wu didn't even glance at the card on the table, smiled at Jacky first, then gave Suming a thumbs up, praising, "Su Sheng, you have good taste and good fortune. Your girlfriend has quite the presence!"

"You flatter me," Suming replied politely, but inwardly he felt very satisfied. With a backward gesture, he gave a thumbs up to Miss Nangong behind his back.

She really boosted brother's ego, really made Mainlanders proud!

But the invisible benefits are immeasurable.

Being a member of the Horse Club signifies not just wealth but also recognition of one's social status and capabilities. People in Xiangjiang often say: to have a house on the mid-levels, a yacht moored in Victoria Harbour, a Rolls-Royce in the garage, and, moreover, to be a member of the Xiangjiang Jockey Club—that's the true symbol of status.

In Xiangjiang, 'Horse Club member' is synonymous with the most influential group of people.

After a brief introduction by Long Wu and Jacky, Suming understood that the yearly membership fee of the Xiangjiang Jockey Club was just over two hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars—a reasonable sum among the many upscale clubs of Xiangjiang.

But money alone is not enough to join, as the vetting process is extremely strict.

First comes the recommendation.

There are currently over two hundred core members of the club, also known as selection members. To join the club, one must be nominated by a selection member and seconded by another selection member, and then supported by three other ordinary members. Only then is it possible to be accepted.

Long Wu is a selection member and Jacky an ordinary member. Each selection member has only one nomination quota per year. Although Long Wu's quota for the year is available, where would he find another selection member to second it?

Even if one gets through the recommendation, the applicant's background and financial status must be investigated, with any blemish considered a disqualification.

Even if one successfully passes the recommendation and investigation, membership isn't guaranteed right away.

The Xiangjiang Jockey Club opens up only 25 new membership slots each month, so in most cases, members have to queue and wait.

Once a member, one must adhere to a multitude of behavioral and character constraints, such as being polite to other members, even the waitstaff, and not making a lot of noise. There are strict dress codes for several formal occasions, absolutely forbidding attire like blue jeans, T-shirts, tracksuits, vests, shorts, sneakers, and slippers.

More importantly, in theory, the Horse Club's recruitment of members doesn't prioritize economic status or social standing as the primary factors; they mainly recruit 'individuals who have made significant contributions to Xiangjiang'.

As a tourist from the mainland like Suming, who is neither a resident of Xiangjiang nor even has residency rights, it's practically impossible to become a member of the Xiangjiang Jockey Club.

Besides, Suming had won tens of millions from the club in less than a few days. If we talk about 'contribution', it would probably be a 'negative value', definitely falling into the category of a robber.

"They set the bar so high, who are they kidding?" As Suming listened to them, he nodded continuously, but deep down he was somewhat unconvinced.

The idea of character evaluation is a joke. If Long Wu, a mob boss, could become a core member, why can't I, a proud party member and an outstanding labor model of Yangchuan City, qualify?

They were really given more face than they deserved!

It seemed necessary for Suming to come to Xiangjiang every now and then to gamble on horses or something, to win more money from the club!

To let these accursed capitalists, who had grown wealthy by siphoning off the sweat and blood of the working people, taste the might of a good socialist party member's iron fist! It was a must!