129 A Hundred Million Dollar Race (2/2)

”Little shit! This is a multi-million yuan bet. It is no joke. I can't wait to see you get owned.” Chen Ning gloated at Chen Fan's impending defeat.

She never had any quarrel with Chen Fan, and she wanted Chen Fan to be defeated simply because she enjoyed watching that.

”Mr. Chen Xu is ready for the race, Mr. Chen Fan. Where is your horse?”

Paul volunteered to be the referee, and he asked Chen Fan confusedly.

Chen Xu looked like he was in a real championship. He wore protective gear from head to toe over his riding outfit. While waiting for Chen Fan, he started to do warm-up exercises. However, Chen Fan was still in his casual jeans and a T-shirt and had not yet even picked his horse.

”This is a race, not a child's play.”

Paul shook his head.

”My horse?” Chen Fan pointed to Mrs. Andreas and said: ”There she is.”

Paul was shocked by Chen Fan's choice. He said incredulously: ”Mrs. Andreas was a young warm-blooded mare, she was good for beginner's training but was not a racehorse.”

The horses could be roughly categorized based on their temperament into three categories: hot, warm and cold-blooded horses.

Hot blooded horses were the most aggressive and were bursting with energy. They were mainly used for races. The warm-blood horses were the most tamed and docile and they were mostly used as day to day mount. The cold-blooded horses were huge in size and had an extremely tough build, they were usually used as beasts of labor.

Paul had been riding horses for twenty years, and never once had he seen a warm-blood horse enter the race track.

”I have made up my mind. I will choose her.”

Chen Fan said calmly, however, his voice was confident and sure.

Paul was going to insist Chen Fan choose another horse, but Chen Fan had already mounted onto the mare. He was sitting behind the saddle, where An Ya was.

”This is ridiculous!”

Paul bemoaned in his mind disdainfully. He was an amateur through and through! He didn't even have the right horse, what made him think that he could win the race?

H might as well drive a tractor to an F4 formula race. Even the best riders in the world would not be able to win a race like this.

The other guests of the club were more or less versed in horse riding and therefore, they were convinced that Chen Fan was going to lose the race as soon as they saw his choice of horse.

”You are going to race me with that?” Chen Xu gave Chen Fan a sidelong glance.

Chen Fan straddled on the rear of a warm-blooded horse with her attractive sister in front of him. He looked more like a tourist than a racer.

Chen Ning and her brother both heaved a sigh of disappointment. Without the right horse, what's the point of racing? He might as well concede defeat.

A twelve years old girl on a Shetland pony rode toward Chen Fan. She said kittenishly: ”Brother Chen Fan, I bet all of my allowances on you, don't let me down!”

”Don't you worry Guoguo. I will make them pay you a hundred times your bet.” Chen Fan said with a smile.

The young girl was called Chen Guoguo, he was the daughter of Chen Fan's fourth uncle.

”Guoguo, your allowance will be gone.” Chen Guoguo guffawed.

Paul waved the flag in the air, signaling the start of the match. Chen Xu and his horse darted out with a gust of wind. So powerful was Caesar that he covered half of the 400-meter track in a blink.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Andreas and Chen Fan remained still at the starting line.

”Chen Fan, move!” Chen Guoguo shouted at the top of her lungs.

”Don't worry, I will let him have a head start.” Chen Fan said calmly.

”Humph! You did this because you know you will lose today. I think you are afraid.” Chen Ning chortled as the thought of Chen Fan making a laughing stock out of himself amused her.

Chen An shook his head and lamented the stubbornness of Chen Fan. He had thought that Chen Fan would have a trick up his sleeve, but it turned out that all he got was empty talk and bluffs.

An Ya smiled wryly while sitting on the horse. She was already contemplating which dealer to choose to buy the Porsche for Chen Fan.

The onlookers sneered at Chen Fan, and none of them thought the boy had a chance. Seeing she was going to lose her allowance, tears welled in Chen Guoguo's eyes as she was about to break down into tears.

”Haha! The Porsche is mine!”

Chen Xu was only twenty meters or so away from the finish line. He loosened the rein and slowed down as he laughed out loud.

Even as everyone thought that Chen Fan was going to lose the race, Chen Fan let out a word in a deep voice.

”Halt!”

Suddenly, Caesar paused cold in his tracks. He was only ten meters away from the finish line.

”What is going on?”

The turn of event confused everyone. They looked toward the finish line, trying to figure out what had happened.

”Why did he stop? Is he waiting for Chen Fan to catch up?”

It wasn't long before the onlookers knew they were wrong.

They watched as Chen Xu jumped off the horse and pulled the reins as hard as he could. However, Caesar didn't move an inch. It was as if he was paralyzed by some magical spell. Chen Xu was so close to the finish line, yet he was so far away.

”Sister An, it's our turn now.” Chen Fan squeezed the horse with his thigh and brought the mare into a slow trot.

The mare picked up some speed but was still nowhere nearly as fast as Caesar was.

Everyone watched the development unfold incredulously. Chen An knotted her brows and was dumbfounded. Everyone else could only stare at Chen Fan and the slow mare.

Slowly but surely, Mrs. Andreas passed pale-faced Chen Xu and reached the finish line at her own pace.

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