Chapter 5 Don’t take her idea

There was a crowd of people in front of the BET·HERE counter. After placing the bet, Liang Weining went to the West District Mall to buy a drink, which was close to the VIP viewing stand. There was a corridor 50 meters away from the side door. Although the view was not wide enough, it was quiet with few people. The most important thing was that he could see the champion horse rushing out of the finish line more intuitively at the first time.

Half an hour later, the game started.

With the breeze blowing on her face, Liang Weining was half leaning against the glass railing holding an orange juice. The game was going on in the distance and she was watching with great interest.

The girl was wearing a long halter dress with a cinched waist and a smoky pink soft denim jacket. She had fair and tender skin, and judging from her back, it was hard to associate her with a white-collar worker in the workplace.

Even so, some people still recognized her at a glance.

About ten meters behind him, a group of people stopped temporarily because the person in front stopped.

Following his boss's line of sight, Xu Zhou saw the girl's back, carefully identified her, and said uncertainly, "Is it Secretary Liang?"

Chen Jingyuan stood there, watching quietly for a while, and asked his assistant, "What can you see from that position?"

Xu Zhou pondered, "It should be only one-third of the game situation. The perspective is not very good."

After he finished speaking, he saw the boss turned away indifferently, leaving behind a sentence, "Ask her in."

Who?
Of course it was Secretary Liang.

After the message was conveyed, Liang Weining had not yet reacted.

What kind of evil fate is this? I keep encountering it wherever I go.

Seeing her refusal, Xu Zhou laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'm not asking you to work overtime. Just consider it as an employee benefit from Mr. Chen."

Of course it is a benefit. After all, in the Hong Kong area, only a handful of people can enter the VIP viewing area.

Chan King Yuan is not only a shareholder of Sha Tin Racecourse, but also a member of the Jockey Club and a senior horse owner.

Unfortunately, it is said that the horse raised by Mr. Chen retired last year. Otherwise, if the owner were here today, it would definitely have shown its prowess and galloped on the track.

Following Xu Zhou, we came to the distinguished and luxurious VIP box.

When he entered, the scene inside made Liang Weining pause.

At the end of the huge box was an independent viewing stand with excellent privacy. There were several people sitting there, both men and women, but Chen Jingyuan was the only one not seen.

Beside the group of people stood uniformed waiters, each holding an iPad, ready to serve everyone in placing bets on horses.

There is no doubt that today is a private party, and those present are all friends from Chen Jingyuan's circle.

As Chen Jingyuan's chief secretary, Liang Weining had met two of them, one of whom was the prince of Macau's Zhou family, Zhou Shixu.

The other was Meng Xingzhi, the eldest son of the Meng family from the capital, who came from afar.

Both of them are people at the top of the powerful, and together with Mr. Chen from Hong Kong, this place is simply beyond the reach of ordinary rich kids.

Liang Weining began to suspect that Chen Jingyuan called her in just to keep her company.

Just as she finished her thoughts, the prince of Zhou family waved at her from the viewing stand.

That action seems to attract wealth.

Be patient and walk over.

The other person glanced at him casually, as if he had just realized that it was Liang Weining.

"It turned out to be Secretary Liang. I just recognized the wrong person and thought it was one of my confidantes. She secretly followed me to collect the debt."

Zhou Shixu was half leaning against a rosewood chair, his tone was lazy and smiling, and he was not arrogant. If you ignore the faint gloom and coldness in his eyes, you might mistakenly think that he was a person with an easy-going temperament.

Liang Weining didn't think much about whether he admitted his mistake or not.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Zhou." She smiled and greeted him politely.

Then he turned around and looked at Meng Xingzhi, who was as gentle as jade, and said, "Hello, Mr. Meng."

The girl's voice was so gentle that Meng Xingzhi slowly raised his eyes to look at her.

She was wearing a long dress that was soft and sweet, and was a girl with outstanding looks.

Meng Xingzhi closed the book in his hand and nodded slightly to her as a response. At this time, the door of the lounge at the back of the box opened, and Chen Jingyuan came out after answering the phone.

The man was wearing a navy blue three-piece suit today. When he walked out of the lounge, he had already taken off his suit and handed it to the waiter, leaving only a shirt and a vest fitting his upper body. Under the silver light, the precious fabric made his shoulder lines appear tight and solid.

Chen Jingyuan walked towards the viewing platform with his long legs. Wen Chen's gaze stayed on the girl for two seconds. The latter called out "Mr. Chen" very politely. Her voice was soft but powerful, and her emotions were slightly complicated.

It’s as if, although I was clearly having a good time, something or someone ruined my mood halfway.

We didn't talk about business today, and when I asked Xu Zhou to call her in, I really didn't think too much about it.

But at this moment, seeing her standing quietly in the middle of the box, a thought flashed through Chen Jingyuan's mind, wondering whether he should have consulted her opinion before making that decision.

The air remained quiet for a moment.

Liang Weining followed Chen Jingyuan to the sofa area on the left side of the viewing platform.

She thought the other party had something to explain, but the man just raised his chin slightly, motioning for her to take a seat and watch the game.

Zhou Shixu laughed briefly when he saw this and joked, "Among us, Old Chen is the most considerate of his subordinates. Does Secretary Liang think that makes sense?"

The topic came back to her.

Liang Weining smiled back, "That makes sense."

If it were an ordinary girl, she would have blushed long ago.

But often at times like this, the more she blushed, the more the Zhou family's prince would tease her.

Zhou Shixu had never seen such a submissive secretary.

There is a stubborn bone hidden under the soft outer shell, and a slight prick will not hurt or itch.

I just don't know how hard this bone can be.

As they chatted and laughed, the first round of the competition was coming to an end below. Horse No. 3 won the first place with a lead of 0.8 seconds over the second place, and the audience cheered.

Half an hour later, the second game will begin.

The waiter came over with a tablet and was on standby.

On the sofa, Liang Weining didn't think much and calmly chose a number. Chen Jingyuan lightly tapped the ash of his cigarette and asked her, "Why this one?"

The girl said, "It's based on my intuition."

Chen Jingyuan did not deny it after hearing this, with a hint of imperceptible indulgence in his eyes, "Then try your intuition."

As expected, the next game was more intense than the previous one, and more importantly, Liang Weining made the right bet.

In fact, ordinary people watch horse racing just for the excitement and happiness. No matter how big the odds are, with ten yuan as the base, it is far from enough to cover a fraction of the net worth of the capitalists present.

The little girl is lucky.

At least, the other two, except Chen Jingyuan, thought so.

Until the end of the third and fourth games.

All dust fell to the ground.

Having sat in the box for too long, Liang Weining used the excuse of going to the bathroom and got up to go outside for some fresh air.

The dark wooden door opened and closed. Zhou Shixu slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at the tablet on the tea table in front of him. On it were all the girl's betting numbers for the four games: 3-7-9-12.

She bought a single bet and won all of them.

"Old Chen." Zhou Shixu reached out and turned the tablet upside down, then stood up and slowly leaned back against the sofa. "You, my little secretary, have something in your head."

In comparison, a boss is much calmer.

Chen Jingyuan slowly put out his cigarette, glanced at his friend, and reminded him calmly, "Don't set your sights on her."

　Is anyone watching? Raise your hand.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)