Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot - Chapter 171
Chapter 171: 109: Undoubtedly number one
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Rachel just stared at Viola.
She was completely taken aback.
Viola wore a black jacket, black leather pants, and black boots.
Her whole look exuded a sexy wildness.
So cool.
Before Rachel could react, Viola walked to the track.
“Welcome racer number one, Fish Rider.’
“Racer number two, Wolf Night.”
“Racer number three, Beacon.’
“Racer number four, many.”
“Racer number ten, Ghost.’
Viola walked onto the track as the announcer called her name.
She stood at 5 1 8”, with long, straight legs. The helmet obscured her face, but her figure was undeniably striking.
The announcer read the race rules.
The audience began placing bets.
Each person could only bet on one racer.
Bets started at 1000 yuan.
A win would net 5000 yuan.
Double the bet to 2000 yuan, and a win would yield 10,000 yuan.
For a bet of 3000 yuan, a win would bring in 15,000 yuan.
And so on, with no upper limit.
There was a lot of discussion in the audience.
Some people decisively chose the racer they had their eye on.
But others were hesitant.
“l have inside information; choose racer number three.’
“Number three? Is your insider information reliable? He’s so skinny; he doesn’t look like a winner.’
“You can’t judge a book by its cover, or the ocean by its surface.”
But some people doubted this was true and speculated if the organizers had planted someone to throw off the other bettors.
If racer number three didn’t have explosive strength, they’d lose their money.
“Nevermind; I’ll go with racer number five.” There were a total of ten racers.
Racer number five had the most muscular build.
With a height of 60″ and weighing almost 660 lbs, even the powerful motorbike seemed small in comparison.
“Is no one picking racer number ten?”
As soon as the words were spoken, a burst of laughter came from the audience.
“Didn’t you see that racer number ten is a woman?”
Racers are all men.
Four-fifths of the audience watching the races are men too.
Riding a motorbike and controlling a motorcycle are different things.
A motorbike uses an engine to generate and transmit power, making it relatively similar to riding an electric scooter, so both men and women can ride them.
Motorcycles, on the other hand, use steam, diesel, or traction motors to generate power. They have strong power and high performance, making them more suitable for uneven terrain. Motorcycles prioritize control and off-road performance.
Women have smaller stature and physical strength, making it difficult for them to control motorcycles. A momentary lapse in control could lead to a disastrous outcome, so almost 99 0/0 of motorcycle racers are men.
Upon hearing this, an offended young boy, who came to watch the race with his father, said, “Little girl? What’s wrong with a little girl? You adults still discriminate by gender?”
These people would usually preach gender equality, but when push came to shove, they’d forget all about it.
“What do you know, kid?”
The boy was about eight or nine years old, with two braids and delicate hairpins. He snorted lightly, then looked up at his father. “Dad, let’s choose racer number ten, the big sister?”
“Momo, don’t get involved in this.” The father patted Momo’s little face.
He had his eye on racer number six, Silent Watcher.
Racer number six appeared ordinary, but was known for his explosive strength. The father had followed several of his races.
Momo felt wronged and looked at his uncle. “Uncle, you choose racer number ten, the big sister.”
The uncle appeared to be around twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
He had well-defined facial features.
He sat in his seat, legs crossed, and upon hearing Momo speak, he looked at his niece with a smile. “Alright, for Momo’s sake, we’ll choose racer number ten, the big sister.”
“Uncle, you’re the best! Thank you, uncle! You’re my real uncle!” Momo was now happy.
“So, I’m not your real dad now?” The father looked at his brother beside him and continued, “Baldwin, don’t listen to this kid. Choose whoever you want!”
Setting aside the fact that racer number ten was a woman, He had never heard of this “Ghost” before.
It was clear she was just there to make up the numbers.
There were a total of 80,000 spectators in the audience.
The number of people who chose racer number ten did not exceed four digits, which showed just how unpopular she was.
Baldwin smiled gently, “It’s fine. As long as Momo is happy.”
He never planned to rely on this to make a fortune anyway.
It was just for fun.
“Uncle, it’s not just about making me happy,” Momo said seriously. “We have to believe in racer number ten, big sister!”
“Okay.” Baldwin nodded his head.
Momo noticed her father had placed a tenfold bet and turned to look at Baldwin.. “Uncle, how many times did you bet?”
