ATPnovel Chapter 409: Kid, you've successfully angered me.
Chapter 409: Kid, you've successfully angered me.
A fierce woman walked up and slapped Ma Jintao's hand away.
"Let me introduce you. This is Princess Anne, Her Majesty the Queen's only daughter."
"what?"
Ma Jintao was stunned.
However, he quickly put on a smiling face.
"Oh my, it's Princess Anne! How unwelcome! It's an honor to have Princess Anne visit our horse farm!"
This guy is talking incoherently.
Fortunately, Princess Anne didn't step on his foot; she simply got her membership without any problems.
On Lao Mo's side, because Hu Huizhong was a member, the two of them were able to enter the horse farm smoothly.
The racecourse area was already packed with people. The stands were completely full.
Horse racing is a classic activity in Hong Kong. It attracts thousands of visitors every day.
The horse riding training area, however, was much less lively. Most of the people learning to ride here were foreigners. Therefore, it wasn't very crowded.
As a shareholder of the racecourse, Sir Dartt received the news immediately upon Hu Huizhong's arrival at the racecourse.
"What? That woman brought her husband?"
Sir Darth was surprised when he received the news.
However, upon learning that Hu Huizhong's husband was Chinese, Sir Darthaff felt a natural sense of superiority.
He immediately brought two people with him, running over excitedly.
"Oh, Ms. Hu, good morning!"
Sir Darth Vader was quite tall, about half a head taller than Old Murdoch.
He walked up to Old Mo and looked down at him.
"Are you Ms. Hu's husband?"
He looked down at Old Mo and said with great disdain.
Seeing his pathetic state, Lao Mo wanted to kick him.
Hu Huizhong nudged him, signaling him not to do anything rash.
Old Mo restrained himself, took Hu Huizhong's arm, nodded, and said, "That's right, I am her husband. Sir Darthaff, what advice do you have?"
Sir Darth Vader said dismissively, "Someone like you is not worthy of Miss Hu. I'll give you a million dollars to divorce her and leave her, okay?"
Sir Dartt, as a shareholder of the racecourse, was incredibly wealthy, making a fortune every day.
Asking for a million right off the bat is a huge sum these days. It also shows a lot of sincerity.
If it were someone else, they might actually have agreed.
This was in 1971, a million dollars. That's enough to marry many wives and live a carefree, luxurious life for the rest of your days.
Old Mo laughed. It was almost laughable that someone in this world dared to compare their wealth with his.
"Sir Dart, is that it? I'll give you a million. From now on, don't bother my wife again, okay?"
Sir Darth Vader paused for a moment, then looked at Old Mo with disdain and said, "Kid, I'm not joking. If you're willing to leave Miss Hu, I'll really give you one million Hong Kong dollars. I'll write you a check right now, OK?"
Sir Darth Vader thought that old Murdoch thought he was joking.
Old Mo chuckled and said, "Sir Darth Vader, I'm not joking with you. If you promise never to harass my wife again, I'll really give you a million dollars. I can write you a check right now, OK?"
Sir Darth Vader's pupils contracted. He couldn't help but scrutinize Old Murdoch more closely.
This guy doesn't seem to be joking!
Most importantly, this guy was even bigger than him. He gave him one million Hong Kong dollars, and the other guy gave him one million US dollars instead.
Could it be that this guy really has some kind of background?
"Young man, you know I am Sir Darth Vader, aren't you afraid of me?"
Sir Darth asked tentatively.
Old Mo smiled and said, "I'm afraid of everyone, except foreigners."
Sir Darth Vader's face darkened. How dare they call him a foreigner to his face? That was quite disrespectful.
"Young man, you're a bit arrogant!"
Old Mo nodded and said, "Yes, I've always been like this, I can't change it. Nobody can do anything about it. Isn't that infuriating?"
"hehe……"
Sir Darth Vader laughed in exasperation.
In Hong Kong, how dare a Chinese person talk back to him like that? He absolutely needs to learn his lesson!
"Okay, since neither of us can convince the other, kid, you're pretty rich, aren't you?"
Old Mo nodded and said, "That's right, definitely richer than you."
Sir Darth Vader chuckled, "Alright, alright. Since we're at the racecourse, and neither of us is willing to concede to the other, then we'll have to follow the rules of our racecourse and have a bet, shall we?"
Old Mo laughed as soon as he heard that.
Good heavens, there are actually people in this world who dare to gamble with Old Mo?
"Alright! Since Sir Darth is in such high spirits, I'll play along. How would Sir Darth like to play?"
When Sir Darth Vader saw that he had taken the bait, he laughed and said, "With your wealth, you certainly have no interest in betting a million or two."
How about this, I'll put up ten million and bet with you. If you win, I'll give you ten million.
If I win, I don't want your money. You just need to divorce your wife and give her to me. Okay.
Upon hearing this, Hu Huizhong quickly grabbed Lao Mo, fearing that Lao Mo might lose control and kick the guy to death.
Indeed, Old Mo was a little angry, but he held back.
He shook his head and said, "No, no, Sir Darth, your bet is too small. I'm not interested. I gamble with stakes starting in the hundreds of millions. A bet that's too small is not my interest."
"Okay, let's bet one hundred million US dollars. If you win, I'll not only give you one hundred million US dollars, but I'll also fulfill your request. But if you lose, you just need to give me one hundred million US dollars and never bother my wife again. OK?"
Some might say that this old man is too shameless, actually gambling with his own wife.
In reality, he was just saying it. Because he absolutely wouldn't lose. Even if he did lose, he wouldn't give it to his wife.
That's right, it's that awesome.
Sir Darth Vader's face turned very ugly upon hearing this.
As a shareholder in the horse farm, he is very wealthy. However, losing a hundred million US dollars would cripple him.
In this day and age, not everyone can come up with a hundred million US dollars.
Sir Dart was a little angry. He thought Old Murdoch was bluffing him. In fact, he couldn't possibly come up with a hundred million dollars.
"Kid, you think you have a hundred million dollars? You're just making that up. Are you kidding me?"
Old Murdoch reached into his suit pocket, pulled out a checkbook, and quickly wrote down one hundred million US dollars. He then displayed it in front of Sir Darth Vader.
"You damn foreigner, look carefully, it's one hundred million US dollars. If you don't have the money and can't afford it, then stay away from my wife from now on, okay?"
Sir Darth Vader was spurred on by this and immediately became agitated. Most importantly, as the owner of the racecourse, he had no chance of losing.
"Good. Kid, you've successfully angered me."