"You youngsters think too much. Do you believe I would step in for the Horse Club to win back those forty-something million?"
Long Wu's gaze drifted away from Suming's face as he pulled out a cigar from his chest pocket, bowed his head to cut the cigar, and spoke lightly, "If they couldn't afford to lose even this small amount of money, the Horse Club would never have grown to its current scale. Not to mention that real tycoons wouldn't even take a proper look at the Horse Club, even someone like me looks down on it."
The Xiangjiang Jockey Club has a history of over a hundred years with the support of the special district government and the entire Xiangjiang upper class society, so forty million is certainly nothing. The Long family, ruling the Xiangjiang underground for decades and making a fortune in the entertainment and stock market, had amassed wealth both above and below the table, and didn't care much about the forty million either.
