After chatting for a while, the two of them started watching the horse racing.

The Jockey Club is a long-standing gambling establishment. Mainland tourists can even use their permits to exchange for a certain amount of betting vouchers in the racecourse lobby.

It was also a marketing activity designed to promote tourism.

But some people became addicted because of it.

"Which horse does Mr. Chen think has a chance of winning?" The two stood by the railing of the stands, both holding binoculars and looking at the starting gates.

Chen Cheng was looking at a black horse through his binoculars and said its number without hesitation, "Number 4!"

Guo Donghui was taken aback. "Mr. Chen, the win odds for Number 4 are as high as 69 to 1."

Higher odds meant that the horse's past performance was mediocre and no one favored it.

But Chen Cheng's Scavenger King golden finger had been triggered.

In his mind, the principal and returns for betting on Number 4 were scrolling: "100,000, 6,800% return."

Seeing that Chen Cheng didn't speak, Guo Donghui put down his binoculars and glanced at him, seeing that he was watching the track with great interest.

His own interest was piqued, and he smiled, suggesting, "Mr. Chen, why don't we have a wager?"

The corners of Chen Cheng's mouth curled up. He was just about to say the race was starting and it was too late to bet.

But here you are, sending money my way, aren't you?

Putting down the binoculars, he turned to look at Guo Donghui and nodded. "Sure, how does General Manager Guo want to play?"

Guo Donghui was a regular at the Jockey Club; otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen this place to meet Chen Cheng.

He had some understanding of many of the horses on the field.

Guo Donghui smiled slightly. "We each pick a horse. Whoever's horse wins gets the prize money corresponding to the Jockey Club's odds."

"As for the stakes, Mr. Chen is the guest, so he can decide."

Chen Cheng was straightforward. "Let's say 100,000. A small bet for fun. Since we're here, let's just play around."

Guo Donghui also nodded and readily agreed. "Sounds good!"

With their net worth, playing for a hundred thousand was still interesting to them.

"Since you're the guest, Mr. Chen, you go first."

Chen Cheng saw the smile on his face and knew he was confident, so he didn't stand on ceremony. "I'll take Number 4."

Hearing Chen Cheng's choice, Guo Donghui thought he really was just picking randomly for fun and didn't care about winning or losing at all.

He then laughed. "Mr. Chen, high returns also come with high risks."

"Then I'll pick Number 8."

Chen Cheng laughed. "General Manager Guo, you'd better be prepared. Hahaha~"

The win odds for Number 4 were only 4.1 times, and the odds for a top-three finish were even lower.

Guo Donghui laughed along.

In the arena, as the electronic countdown horn sounded and the gates opened, the horses burst out like arrows from a bow.

Number 8 took the lead, while Number 4 started slowly and failed to take an advantageous position, trailing in the middle of the pack, unable to break through.

Guo Donghui looked at the brown Arabian horse leading the way and smiled.

But as they entered the curve, the situation changed. Some horses didn't adapt well to the change in speed on the bend, causing the field to spread out.

The jockey on the black horse, Number 4, immediately found an opportunity and drove the horse to give chase.

By the time they exited the curve, Number 4 had moved into the top three, but the gap between the horses was very small.

Entering the final straight, the black horse suddenly displayed the explosive power that had been suppressed by the pack, surging into first place in just a few strides.

The finish line was just ahead.

It crossed the line; Number 4 crossed with a clear lead of half a length.

Watching Number 4 successfully cross the line, Chen Cheng's lips curled up. He put down the binoculars and looked at Guo Donghui, who had a bitter smile on his face. "General Manager Guo, historical experience is sometimes unreliable."

...

When Chen Cheng left the Jockey Club, he didn't have any extra cash.

Instead, there was an additional Aston Martin One-77 in his motorcade.

Although he won, Chen Cheng felt it wasn't right to actually take the man's check.

Besides, it was less than seven million; there wasn't much point in taking it.

Chen Cheng didn't want it, but Guo Donghui couldn't very well not give anything.

In the end, he shoved a car key into Chen Cheng's hand.

Less than half an hour after Chen Cheng left the Jockey Club...

...the news that the young master of the Guo family had lost a One-77 at the Jockey Club spread like wildfire.

Chen Cheng looked at the message from Karen, a slight smile on his lips.

"Good brother. You really were willing to place that bet."

Only the two of them knew about the bet. Even their assistants were waiting outside the private box.

Now that the news was out, if it didn't come from Chen Cheng's side, it naturally came from Guo Donghui himself.

Guo Donghui knew exactly why Chen Cheng was buying the building.

Releasing this news now was equivalent to Guo Donghui boosting Chen Cheng's status in the hong kong circles.

Chen Cheng took out his phone and sent Guo Donghui a message: "Thank u!"

"Mutual benefit."

Chen Cheng looked at the four-word reply and his lips curled up.

He blinked and sent a message to Karen: [The matter in the Imperial Capital can begin.]

Chen Cheng checked the concluded Zhilin Group stock transactions.

"Not bad."

Zou Yu turned her head and asked in confusion, "What's not bad?"

Chen Cheng looked at her exquisite face, paused for two seconds, thought about it, and decided to tell her.

"I shorted the Zhilin Group. Without spending a cent of my own capital, I made over two hundred million Hong Kong dollars."

"What?" Zou Yu's eyes widened. If Chen Cheng hadn't mentioned it, she would have almost forgotten that name.

"Out of the blue, why did you go and short them?"

"Out of the blue?" Chen Cheng sneered. "The last time the magazine cover caused such a stir, Lin Qizheng's shadow was behind it."

"Since he wanted to disgust me, he naturally has to pay the price."

Zou Yu frowned, having already realized something.

For a moment, she looked at Chen Cheng with a complicated expression.

She didn't know whether to be happy or something else.

She also knew that if Lin Qizheng did anything to Chen Cheng, it was very likely a mess she had caused.

Zou Yu pursed her lips. "I'm sorry~"

Chen Cheng was taken aback, then chuckled, reaching out to pinch her cheek. "Silly girl, why are you saying sorry out of nowhere?"

"If it weren't for me, this mess might not have happened."

Chen Cheng smiled and raised an eyebrow. "It's not a mess; I even made a huge profit."

Zou Yu was very worried. "I've been by your side for so long; I know the risks of shorting."

She leaned forward and threw herself into Chen Cheng's arms, her voice soft and sweet, almost on the verge of crying. "In the future, don't do things like this anymore, okay?"

"It's too dangerous."

Chen Cheng's lips twitched, but he didn't offer much explanation.

In reality, the time Chen Cheng was truly shorting in one direction was only from the beginning of the first day until the close of the second day, a total of 24 hours.

After that, he used long-short strategies to keep the snowball rolling.

Look how touched Zou Yu was, as if shorting the Zhilin Group was all for her.

Zou Yu lay in Chen Cheng's arms for a long while. Chen Cheng saw that the car was almost at Central.

He reached out and patted Zou Yu. "You and Eleven go back, or you can go out for a stroll."

"Tomorrow is New Year's Eve; I'll give you both a day off."

Zou Yu did a tactical lean back, crossed her arms, and said huffily, "You're not spending New Year's Eve with us?"

"It couldn't be that you're going to see your first love, right?"

"Doesn't she already know about your other women?"

Saying this, Zou Yu curled her lip. "What? You can't bear to let your white moonlight be with us?"

Chen Cheng's lips twitched. This fully developed Fairy Zou was getting a bit too provocative.

She wasn't shy at all when talking about those sordid matters.

"Who said I'm not spending it with you? I just don't want to go shopping."

"As for the evening..."

Saying this, a wicked smile appeared on Chen Cheng's face.

"We'll see tonight..."