Super Zoo

In Hong Kong, horse racing has a history of more than 100 years. At first, it was just a pure competition between jockeys or horse owners, and the bet was limited to a bottle of champagne or a dinner. With the rapid development of Hong Kong's economy, horse racing has gradually turned into a professional sport and integrated into the lives of Hong Kong people. More than one-third of Hong Kong people are horse fans. Horse racing has become a fashionable way of leisure and socializing, and is one of the most representative Hong Kong cultures.

Therefore, it has also brought huge economic benefits.

The most profitable industry in Hong Kong is not the film and entertainment industry, not production and processing, and not even import and export trade, but legal gambling!

Among them, horse betting and Mark Six are the most profitable. The total amount of bets on horse betting alone can reach nearly 100 billion Hong Kong dollars per year. The Hong Kong Jockey Club, which manages these two businesses, pays gambling taxes every year, which even exceeds 10% of Hong Kong's total tax revenue.

No wonder our great chief designer proposed that the horses will continue to run and the dances will continue to dance for 50 years. It is indeed far-sighted.

Happy Valley Racecourse, also known as Happy Valley Racecourse, is the first professional racecourse in Hong Kong. It is located in the prosperous area of ​​Wan Chai and is surrounded by a circle of densely packed skyscrapers in the center. Due to the night horse racing tonight, the traffic near Happy Valley is very congested. The taxi that Su Ming and Nangong Yan took was less than one kilometer away from the gate of Happy Valley Racecourse when the road was completely blocked.

The taxi driver squeezed forward along the traffic flow little by little, while muttering in Cantonese to complain about the traffic.

The street was full of people, and the flow of people basically gathered at the gate of Happy Valley Racecourse. The taxi dawdled for more than ten minutes, and before it drove a hundred meters, Su Ming simply handed the driver a few Hong Kong dollars, then pulled Nangong out of the car and walked forward.

Happy Valley was brightly lit at night, surrounded by high-end residential areas and high-end hotels. Almost half of the pedestrians on the street were foreigners. Walking all the way, many buildings felt very familiar.

"It is said that many TV dramas and movies are shot in Happy Valley. We might meet a star!" Nangong Yan looked around with a smile.

"It is very likely. There are so many stars here. Many Hong Kong stars like to bet on horses. Jacky seems to be a member of the Jockey Club."

The two walked along the crowd and finally came to the entrance of Happy Valley. There are a row of betting machines on both sides of the entrance. You can buy horses and bet on Mark Six. If you don't want to buy a ticket to enter, you can bet directly on the betting machine. You can clearly hear the live broadcast of the stadium outside the stadium. If you find a better position, you can even see the big screen of the live broadcast in the racecourse.

But since you are here, of course you have to enter the venue to see it with your own eyes. The line for buying tickets has been lined up for several long lines. Su Ming pulled Nangong to line up to buy tickets. Nangong said "wait a minute" and ran to the betting machine to fiddle with it.

"Let's go in and see the mental state of those horses first, and then bet." Su Ming said curiously.

"No, I'm buying Mark Six lottery!" Nangong took out two lottery tickets from the ticket outlet, shook them at Su Ming with a smile, and said, "If you win the jackpot, sister will support you!"

"So there is no hope for me to be supported by you in this life." Su Ming laughed. When it comes to horse racing, he is still a little sure. As for Mark Six lottery, even God can't guarantee who will win.

"That's not necessarily true. Let's go and buy tickets."

There are two types of tickets for the racecourse. The admission fee for the public seats is HK$10. Mainland tourists like Su Ming can enter the public seats for free with a Hong Kong and Macau Pass;

There is also a kind of "tourist admission badge" called 100 Hong Kong dollars, which can be used to watch horse racing in the "members' seats". The facilities and conditions of the members' seats are much better than those of the public seats, and the field of vision is wider, and you can see the whole field.

I was delayed for a while when buying lottery tickets just now. When I went to the ticket office to buy tickets, I found that the tickets for the members' seats had been sold out, leaving only the public seats.

Hearing that there were no tickets, Nangong pouted and asked Su Ming: "What should we do? Otherwise, we charge high prices for other people's tickets? Do you think there will be scalpers here?"

"I don't think so." Su Ming shook his head and looked around. There were patrolling policemen almost everywhere around the entrance of the racecourse.

When Su Ming first came to Hong Kong, he had experienced the almost old-fashioned and strict law enforcement of the Hong Kong police. At that time, the taxi driver just parked illegally in an unmanned remote corner of the airport. In less than ten seconds, he was punished by a female traffic police.

Interestingly, the driver was still cursing and urging the female traffic police to issue a ticket quickly.

In a place like Happy Valley that attracts everyone's attention, with so many patrolling policemen, there is probably no room for scalpers to survive.

Even if there are scalpers, Su Ming doesn't want to buy tickets from them. What I hate most is these ticket scalpers, who disrupt the normal market order, making it impossible for the sick to get a number, and for those who want to go home to buy tickets, and it is still the ordinary people who are cheated.

"What should we do?"

"Let me think about it." Su Ming scratched his head and thought for a while, and a travel guide to Hong Kong emerged in his mind.

There is a trick that can be tried.

"Have you figured out a way?" Nangong asked expectantly.

"Hehehehe... Nangong, you look very young today..."

"Huh? Every time you talk like this, it's always bad!"

"Why is it bad? I'll take you to buy clothes!" Su Ming pulled her and ran to a clothing store not far away.

"Ah? Aren't you going to watch horse racing? Why buy clothes now?!"

...

Shopping for life, buy and wear now, not long after, Su Ming and Nangong Yan came out of the clothing store not far from the ticket office.

Nangong seemed like a different person at this time. She had taken off the lady's dress she was wearing before and stuffed it into her bag. She changed into a pure student outfit. Now she had removed her makeup, changed her high heels into flat sneakers, and carried a schoolbag behind her. She looked seven or eight years younger.

"Is this okay?" Nangong held back his laughter and asked uncertainly.

"I don't know, anyway, I saw this trick on the Internet, it is said to be quite effective. And I believe in your acting skills. Besides, it doesn't matter if it doesn't work, anyway, you look pretty good in this outfit." Su Ming looked at Nangong and nodded with satisfaction.

"Stop it." Nangong laughed so hard: "Do you know that when you were checking out just now, the clerk in the clothing store looked at you as if you were a perverted pedophile."

This really can't be blamed on the clerk of the clothing store. As soon as Su Ming entered the store, he shouted that he wanted to buy clothes that looked young. The younger the better, it would be best if Nangong could dress up as twelve years old. Nangong was not very old, so the clerk would of course find it strange to hear his request.

Thinking of Su Ming's 'plan', Nangong held back his laughter, pulled him and whispered: "Hey, hey, do you think we are too bad, as if we are bullying the police oppa? Look at these police oppa, they are handsome and cute..."

"What annoys me most is Yang Meng Neng Ji!" Su Ming rolled his eyes, "Besides, how can it be called bullying? This is called helping the police comrades in Hong Kong to serve the people better! No more talking, I'll go buy tickets, you wait here for me, don't get abducted by human traffickers."

"Go away, I'm not a real child."

Su Ming ran to the ticket window and bought two tickets for the public seats, then ran back quickly and handed one to Nangong, and then the two of them walked towards the entrance hand in hand, like an intimate couple.

The ticket inspector was a woman in her thirties. After taking the tickets, she looked up at Nangong for a moment, then looked at Su Ming in confusion, but did not let them in.

"Any questions?" Su Ming asked.

Hearing Su Ming speaking Mandarin, the ticket inspector became even more confused and turned to look at Nangong: "How old are you this year? Are you over 18?"

Nangong's face flashed a trace of panic as if she was discovered, and then she raised her head, like a rebellious schoolgirl: "What do you care!"

At this time, Nangong spoke quite standard Cantonese.

"No one under the age of 18 is allowed to enter. Please show me your ID card." The ticket inspector said with a stern face.

When she heard that she had to show her ID card, Nangong seemed to panic all of a sudden, and stammered: "I... I've been over 18 for a long time." After that, her big eyes rolled around and she looked at Su Ming for help.

The ticket inspector flipped his eyelids and stared at Su Ming.

Su Ming frowned slightly, and then as if he had thought of a countermeasure, he said firmly: "You have no right to check my ID card."

The female ticket inspector saw the two of them like this, and felt that something was wrong. She simply stopped checking tickets in this channel, greeted her colleagues in Cantonese, and then said to Su Ming and the others: "Wait a moment."

After that, she turned and left, walking towards a young policeman who was patrolling not far away.

"Wow, it really works..." Nangong turned around, turned his back to the others and gestured a scissors hand to Su Ming.

"Don't laugh, be careful of being exposed." Su Ming said with a stern face.

Soon, the ticket seller brought a young policeman. The policeman was not much older than Su Ming, almost 1.8 meters tall, and wearing a police uniform, the uniform was full of temptation.

He glanced at Nangong and Su Ming expressionlessly, and pressed the brim of his hat, "Hello, please show us your ID."

"We are tourists from the mainland, and we have not committed any illegal acts. Why do you want to check our IDs?" Su Ming said with his neck tilted up.

"I'm sorry, now I have reason to suspect that you have abducted underage girls. Please cooperate and go to the guard room of the horse farm with me."

The police in Hong Kong do enforce the law very strictly, but sometimes they are too rigid. When checking, they have the right to take people who do not bring their ID cards back for detention. Moreover, Nangong looks like a minor, which makes people more suspicious.

The policeman took out a small notebook and wrote something on it with a serious expression. After finishing writing, he said to the intercom on his shoulder: "Calling headquarters, suspected abduction of underage girls was found at the racecourse, please dispatch an assault vehicle."

"Okay, I'll cooperate, but there's no need to dispatch an assault vehicle, I'm not a big gangster." Su Ming shrugged, thinking that you are abusing government resources, aren't they just two unarmed tourists, and even an assault vehicle is used, isn't the fuel free?

Why don't you dispatch the Flying Tigers? Why don't you apply for the PLA stationed in Hong Kong to be dispatched?

Unexpectedly, when he heard the word "gangster", the policeman's expression changed, and he jumped back more than a meter away as if facing a great enemy, pressed the gun on his waist, slightly bent his body, and shouted sternly: "Put your hands on your head!"

Su Ming: "..."

This is good, I didn't encounter gangsters robbing the gold shop on Hennessy Road, but was mistaken for a gangster by this oversensitive policeman at the racecourse.

He obediently brought Nangong and followed the police to the guard room of the horse farm. As soon as they entered the door, Su Ming took out the two people's ID cards and placed them on the table without the other party saying anything.

The policeman looked at the dates of birth of the two people on the ID cards, and then carefully looked at their appearance. After comparing them with the ID cards, he was obviously stunned.

"Please wait." He turned around and walked out of the door with his ID card, probably to verify it.

Not long after, the door to the guard room was pushed open, and the policeman came back from outside. He politely handed back the IDs of the two of them, and said with an apologetic look: "I'm really sorry for wasting your time. On behalf of The racecourse and the police force apologize to the two..."

Su Ming opened his eyes wide and looked at the police innocently, waiting for him to continue.

"In addition, in order to make up for your losses, I have negotiated with the racecourse. If you two are still willing to continue watching horse racing, we will arrange for them to join the membership." Police Oppa finally said the most important words.

I didn’t expect it to be successful! Su Ming was moved to tears. This is the people's good policeman.

"Thank you very much! Also, there is no need to apologize. I am a party member and it is my duty to cooperate with your work!"