The daily life of American TV agents

Chapter 357 Santa Anita Park

Arcadia is a small city in the northern part of California, about 20 kilometers away from Los Angeles. Like Pasadena, it is considered one of the satellite cities of Los Angeles.

The most famous place here is the Santa Anita Park Racetrack, the most famous horse gambling mecca in Los Angeles. Since 1934, various expensive high-tech electronic instruments have been introduced successively, making the Santa Anita Park racetrack The racetrack is considered a daily pilgrimage site for thousands of moms in California during the horse racing season.

It's just that Ron is definitely not among these people.

Originally, Ron refused this kind of gambling behavior in his heart, but he really couldn't control Caroline's soft-heartedness. In order to make Ron agree, Caroline really used all postures.

Even played with Max and played with a sandwich cookie.

Don't ask if this biscuit is serious or not, it's Super Oreo, whoever eats it will know.

"Max, look at this is the Jockey Club~ We are high above, and the horses are forced to run into the gate on the track, so exciting! Da da da..."

Returning to her familiar place, Caroline even played the trumpet happily.

"WOW, WOW, WOW, we've only been here for less than a minute, and it's a little faster to play the horn, so we don't have to work as hard as yesterday," Max said mercilessly: "To be honest, I almost didn't recognize you yesterday , last time who said that they would never play with me and Ron? Yesterday that person really opened my eyes. Those women who walk around in revealing clothes on the street, none of them can have you It was so cool yesterday."

"Max!" Caroline glared at Max reproachfully: "Isn't it because of your small apartment?"

"No, you are just for you and Su Bao..." Max suddenly widened his eyes and pushed Caroline hard in the middle of speaking: "My God, there are so many delicious foods here! Then That big lobster is as long as my arm!"

Forgive Max's surprise, it's not her fault, it's because she has never seen such a luxurious seafood meal since she was born, except for a few luxurious meals with Ron.

"Hi, two, I just said hello alone. I know the boss here. We have a very good relationship, so we can just go to the VIP seat in front."

Ron returned to the two of them again, and sat down in the VIP seat with his arms around their shoulders. Others looked at Ron, who was hugging left and right, and cast envious glances, but the object of envy of the girls was Caroline and Max for two.

Because most of them came here with the old man, and the young and handsome rich man like Ron will always be the main target of these gold diggers. If Ron ticks his fingers here, he will be on his bed in minutes Form a football team's lineup.

"Thank you for bringing us here. It's a great feeling to be back at the racetrack. After all, horse racing is the king's game. It reminds me of the days when I came to the racetrack with my father."

As if taking an oath of sovereignty, Caroline kissed Ron lightly on the face, which drew inward curses from countless other female children of the beach.

"Actually, I don't want to come. I always feel that gambling is not a reliable means of making money. Max, what do you think?"

"Uh... Actually, what interests me more is the king crab legs outside. Is this a buffet, or will a waiter drag me away later?"

"As long as you like, you can eat as much as you want, but I suggest you don't eat so much, save a little stomach, we can go after the horse race..."

Before Ron finished speaking, Max cheered, ran to the buffet counter, picked up a large plate, and started loading.

"Caroline, do you want two or three?" Max held up a big lobster and asked Caroline. Caroline was so embarrassed that she almost dug out a three-bedroom house on the ground with her toes. I can only pretend that I don't know Max and continue chatting with Ron.

"Which horse are you going to bet on? I like this horse with a messy skirt. He has a good short sprint. The jockey weighed in before the race and was a pound lighter. And in the Rickness Race, 7/ In the 8-mile race, he got No. 2, and this time it was only 6/8 miles."

"As you please, as long as you're happy." Ron nodded.

In fact, when he went to chat with his "old acquaintance" just now, he already knew about the winners and losers of all the games today.

Don't think that gambling is all about luck. This is the most nonsense in the world. In fact, all casinos in the world are the same. The outcome has been determined as early as the beginning. That is, only the dealer can make money. The only thing that decides is how much to lose.

Taking the sound of horse racing as an example, the banker released some news in advance to subtly influence the gamblers, just like the news that Caroline just said was spread out intentionally by the banker.

The purpose is to make people win a little bit of sweetness and have a feeling of winning. Once you become addicted to this feeling, you will become more and more addicted, and the more you gamble, the bigger the bet, until you lose all your money.

You know, casinos can spread correct information, and they can also spread misleading "truths", and sometimes they don't even need to, as long as the odds are calculated before each horse race, and the referee gives the jockey a wink.

The result of the game will immediately follow the ideas of the dealers.

Of course Ron understood the twists and turns, but he wanted to teach Caroline an unforgettable lesson today and let her quit such unrealistic fantasies, so he didn't make a sound to remind her.

But what he didn't expect was that Caroline made the right choice in the first round. He chose to sit on the sidelines and observe Caroline's performance afterward to make plans.

"Max, what about you, do you want to bet on a horse?"

"No, I'm not interested in this, or we'll go out after eating," Max snapped off the crab legs of the king crab, and took a big bite of the crab meat: "My God, this taste is really amazing Ron, what were you going to say to me? I mean before I went over."

"No, it's nothing, just eat more if you like it." Ron shook his head, lovingly helped her pick out the crab meat and fed it to her mouth, Max was stunned.

The action was too Mary Sue for him.

Max frantically dodged Ron's feeding hand: "No, no, no, Ron, just eat your own, I can peel it myself, do you want me to get some for you?"

Caroline couldn't see it anymore, and pushed Max hard: "Max, where's the money?"

"Hey! Don't do stupid things! Forget it, forget him~" Max wanted to persuade him again, but when he saw that Ron was also beside him, he simply took out the money from his chest and patted it on Caroline's hand. It is their store opening fund, and then continue to eat her seafood dinner.

While talking at this moment, Max has already wiped out four crab legs, two lobsters and a whole octopus.

"Wait, I'm going to place a bet now!" Caroline jumped up and down excitedly and ran towards the counter. Although she was wearing high heels, she still ran fast, and immediately came back with a betting ticket.

"How is it? Do you want some more? What do you want to eat, I'll get it for you?" Ron asked with concern when Max stopped eating.

"I just finished eating all the 'Finding Nemo' characters, I'm not a freak, I just think if I don't stop for a while, the clownfish will come out."

Max touched his slightly bulging belly and said in satisfaction, while Caroline didn't touch anything, just staring blankly at the TV screen on the table, which had just broadcast the game she bet on.

"Look!" Caroline pointed at the screen: "That's our horse's skirt messed up, he's ahead! Run! Run!"

Caroline kept yelling, excitedly, wishing she could replace the poor horseman on the horse and sprint towards the finish line. Finally, the horse with the strange name crossed the finish line first.

The final broadcast came from the TV: "The winner is, the skirt is messed up!"

"Yeah! We won!" The two girls hugged each other excitedly: "Are we finally going to be winners? I don't know how to be a winner. I don't even know where to put my hands."

"Girls, here, the money you just won, a total of six big bills~" Ron just exchanged the betting ticket into money. The odds of this horse are 200 to 600. Caroline bet [-] dollars, and now she has [-] dollars .

"Look, we only had $200 just now, but now we have $600, more spare money!" Caroline excitedly counted the money again and blew the horn again: "Da da da..."

"Leon, this is your hard-earned money~" Max was in a good mood, and he generously handed over a $100 tip to the waiter who came to take the plate, which surprised the waiter.

"Really?! $100? Is that much?"

"Of course, I was also a waiter before I got rich. Besides, after I finish another plate of seafood, I'm afraid you'll have to carry me to the parking lot."

Max raised his chin with an arrogant face, but Ron didn't find it annoying, but rather cute.

How much money do you earn?I already feel that I have made a fortune, what a lovely woman.

However, this is the terrible thing about gambling, that is, the distorted view of money that comes with too easy money: taking random spending as a matter of course, and no longer seeing the hard-earned points small money.

The waiter looked at Ron, the waiter who hangs around in this kind of place, of course, can tell at a glance who is the real talker among this group of people, Ron smiled and nodded: "Take what is given to you carefully." , You're welcome, Max, Caroline, how about we go somewhere else to play now?"

"No, this is just the beginning." Caroline shook her head.

Max was puzzled: "Why don't you leave, we've already made money."

"Max, think about it, if we still bet at odds of [-] to [-] later, guess how much money we can make?"

"There's no need to guess at all, it's just basic multiplication. If you don't count the $100 that Max just gave away, you still have $500 in your hand. If you continue to win, it will immediately become $1500."

"Yes, that's it. Look, I have done a lot of research on this horse named 'Dress' in the next race. He has the same noble pedigree as Su Bao, so the next winner will definitely be him. Just like the sun will rise tomorrow, as it should be.”

"But the weather forecast said that it will be cloudy tomorrow." Ron felt that Caroline was really on top of things, so he took out his mobile phone and poured cold water on her, but it didn't calm him down.

"It has nothing to do with the weather, Max, bring me the money and watch me do my magic again and double the money!" Caroline said, dancing, like many other gamblers in this hall.

"Hey, we worked so hard to serve junk food to customers to earn so little money, and now you're addicted to gambling?" Max frowned and looked at Ron: "Can't you just take care of her?"

But Ron just shrugged: "Your matter, you discuss and resolve it."

"Don't worry, I'm definitely not addicted. Where's your money?" Caroline began to play tricks on Max: "Believe me, this time is the same as last time. It's a sure thing."

"OK, I'll give you all." Max struggled a bit, and threw the unheated money he had just received on the table.

"This is the last time, and I promise I will never do this again." Caroline raised money and swore, but her tone was not convincing at all.

"Caroline, my Uncle Hank said the same thing."

"No, what I'm saying is, I won't ask you for money again, because soon we will be prosperous!"

"That's what Uncle Hank said to his wife."

"I promise, as long as I win enough rent money, I will never gamble again in the future."

"You haven't read the file of my Uncle Hank's case, have you? What you are saying now is exactly the same as what he said..."

"Wait a minute, the competition is about to start, I won't tell you, goodbye," Caroline anxiously turned around, and walked towards the counter again with a crazy dance step.

"Ron, do you really want to leave her alone?"

"No need," Ron said, handing Max a betting ticket: "Here's this for you, keep it, the next winner will be this 'Uncle Has a Cannon', you know, these wins and losses are arranged early on Yes, the next scene is 'I'll show you the goldfish', I just want to teach her a deeper lesson, you know, if Caroline doesn't suffer once, she won't remember it long."

This is the result of his chat with his "acquaintance" just now. After Ron's cordial conversation, the other party "happily" told Ron about today's championship arrangement, and promised that he would not change the result of the game after he left. I beg Ron to hold his hands high and not win more than [-] US dollars, otherwise he will have no way to explain to the higher-ups.

In this regard, Ron readily agreed, and helped him pull out the chair leg from his delicate ass, which made him "happy" again.

So Ron is the real winner.

"Ron, you are so bad!" Max smiled charmingly: "But I like it."

(End of this chapter)