Chapter 1009:
“Ten million?”.
Magnus peered at the loudmouths coolly from behind his sunglasses.
The loudmouths misinterpreted Magnus’ and Calvin’s reactions and taunted them. “You two gray-haired men have toiled for decades; surely gathering that sort of sum isn’t impossible, is it?”
“Ha-ha… How pathetic of you two. You’ve been laboring your whole lives, yet you can’t produce that amount.”
“If you don’t have that kind of money, you’d better hurry to the streets and start begging. Why linger here watching a race car event?”
These individuals exuded an air of superiority. The truth was, their wealth hadn’t been earned by skill; it was either inherited or gained by chance. Yet, they paraded their fortunes and mocked others. Ten million might seem trivial to the wealthy, but for countless ordinary families, even a lifetime of frugal effort wouldn’t be enough to reach that figure.
Calvin and Magnus exchanged a knowing look behind their sunglasses, immediately sensing the same thought in each other’s mind.
“Ten million is nothing! Let’s raise the stakes. Each of us wagers a hundred million. We’ll put it on the female racer to win, while you back the male racer,”.
Calvin declared.
The loudmouths accepted eagerly. “Perfect! I wanted to put in more anyway for a bigger prize.”
Satisfied, Calvin and Magnus each staked a hundred million on Christina’s victory. They watched as the loudmouths placed their money on the male racer, then turned their attention back to the circuit.
The race thundered on, with Christina trailing slightly. Her critics wasted no time jeering.
“I hope you two gray-haired fools didn’t gamble away your pensions, ha-ha…”
“Look how far behind she is; she’s doomed to fail.”
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“Try not to faint when you lose, or we’ll have to call an ambulance for you.”
“Good thing you made me bet another hundred million. Now I’ve maxed out my bets and can just relax later to count my profits. It’s exhilarating, ha-ha…”.
Those who had bet on Brock continuously mocked Calvin and Magnus. Hearing their jeers, Calvin and Magnus tightened their grips on their glow sticks and silently cheered for Christina.
As Christina continued to fall behind, the ridicule grew more fervent.
Then, Christina’s fans suddenly began chanting, “Go, Christina! Go, Christina!”.
Catching the chants, Calvin and Magnus joined in. They lifted their glow sticks and waved them with passion.
“Christina!”.
Calvin cried.
“Go for it!”.
Magnus echoed.
Their shouts grew louder and fiercer with each word, filling them with youthful exhilaration. They shared a gleeful smile, as if their younger spirits had returned.
Everyone ages with time, and no one can predict their last day. Living fully in each moment makes any life—long or short—complete.
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