Dominate the Country

Why did Chen Ming split up the Military Intelligence Bureau?

Of course, it was because he felt that the Military Intelligence Bureau had too much power. It was similar to his mentality of splitting up the National Security Bureau. Isn't it better to have one company dominate the market? Isn't it spring when a hundred flowers bloom? Although the performance of the Military Intelligence Bureau was not bad, and it did not make up for the mistakes of the National Security Bureau.

But Chen Ming still decided to correct his mistakes.

In the 21st century, the old Americans can have 16 relatively independent intelligence departments, with intelligence funds of tens of billions or hundreds of billions of US dollars every year. It is also natural for China to have five or six relatively independent intelligence agencies now, isn't it?

The most important thing is that the focus of these intelligence agencies is still different.

As for the one-ton blow suffered by Chen Liang, a meritorious official who made great contributions to Chen Ming and the Chen Han Empire, Chen Ming didn't care.

The city of Nanjing at the end of February was bright and beautiful in spring.

But in such a beautiful season, some people had to leave Nanjing for a long time, and that was Chen Jing.

With a complicated heart, it was difficult for him to say whether his trip to America was a pie in the sky or a journey of bad luck. He actually got the right to inherit his father's title and the right to inherit the American fiefdom, which was something Chen Jing could never imagine before.

His elder brother Chen Sheng was much better than him. He was more careful, patient, hardworking and motivated. Chen Sheng surpassed Chen Jing in all aspects. But his elder brother was not interested in building a country in a barren land thousands of miles away, but hoped to make great achievements in his own country.

Perhaps, there is also a very old plot - it is better to be a phoenix tail than a chicken head. Chen Hancai is a place of heaven and treasure. Being an official here is far better than being a king in the wild.

Before leaving, Chen Jing spent more time in the racecourse. After leaving Nanjing and going to America, he would never see this place again.

There can also be horse racing and horse racing there, but wild and running horses and BMWs galloping on a special track are completely different concepts, and the senses given to people are also completely different.

After the initial surprise, fear, hesitation and emotion, Chen Jing went crazy and soaked in the racecourse, enjoying his last happy "time".

Time is really a very good teacher!

The racecourse outside Nanjing was very simple at first. It was a bowl-shaped, with a concave center and a raised earthen wall around it. The surrounding area was a grandstand foundation made of rammed earth. It was covered with a thin layer of concrete, which was both a step and a seat. In summer, when the sun was shining, it could burn your butt.

At that time, the racecourse was like an earthen wall, with only four gates in the east, west, south and north, and no grooves. After the rain, there was often water on the steps. There were no fire-fighting and fire-prevention measures, and they could not remember that there was such a thing. Most of the time, the audience at that "first generation" racecourse was free and unrestrained. The audience in that first generation racecourse that could accommodate 3,000 people stood on the steps and shouted wildly at the beginning of the horse racing and polo. As for the seat numbers, they did not exist in the minds of the people in the stands. There were even no specific seat numbers at that time, so there were many times when the fences were collapsed by impulsive and excited spectators. Even the best row of boxes was a thin wooden shell with a few chairs and a coffee table.

It was what happened in the following years that taught the Jockey Club how to guard against all safety hazards, how to maximize its own interests, and how to make the greatest efforts to satisfy its VIPs.

The current racecourse can accommodate at least 10,000 people, with eight exits, and all the steps and foundations are made of reinforced concrete. There are drainage ditches to prevent heavy rain, water tanks and water dragons to prevent fire, sufficient security and guides, each position has a fixed number, and each area has mobile stalls for buying cigarettes, water, newspapers and food.

There are brass trumpets for amplification, convenient betting points, and special passages for racehorses and jockeys to enter and exit the venue. There are guardrails and wire mesh between each area. All chairs are made of balsa wood imported from Africa.

Balsa wood is native to South America and is distributed in low-altitude areas of tropical countries such as the West Indies, southern Mexico, Peru, and Bolivia. It is a typical tropical fast-growing timber tree species. Its annual growth chest circumference can reach 30-40 cm. It likes high temperature and high humidity climate and deep, well-drained, fertile soil conditions. It has now been brought to tropical areas of Africa and sporadic plantings in Southeast Asia by Europeans.

It is the lightest wood in the world. A thick and long piece of wood can be lifted by two people at a fast pace. Balsa wood is half lighter than the cork oak used to make corks, and is the lightest tree in the world. It weighs only 200 kilograms per cubic meter. A normal adult can lift balsa wood that is about eight times its own volume or even more.

Although light, this kind of wood is not easy to burn - relatively speaking, its thermal conductivity is very low, it is both heat-insulating and sound-insulating, and it is also strong, making it a good natural insulation and sound-insulating material. After Chen Ming captured Luzon, the latter had been planted on a large scale in Southeast Asia.

Although light wood is very light, the material is strong, not easy to deform, has good volume stability, uniform material, and is easy to process. Its interest in not absorbing heat and not conducting heat has led to it being used by the Jockey Club to make chairs and partitions.

The chairs are painted in different colors, with backrests, divided into three major areas: white, yellow, and red. There is no black among the commonly used colors in China, because now Chen Han, any school-going child knows that black absorbs more sunlight. In order to avoid burning buttocks in summer, black must be abandoned.

There are also special service staff in the VIP room.

Although the price is not cheap, everyone who can sit here enjoys real VIP treatment at the racecourse. Many people are members, executives, or potential members of the Jockey Club, potential big consumers. In the current city of Nanjing, being a member of the Jockey Club is also a qualification, which is like an invisible threshold that separates small vendors with a net worth of less than one million from the rich businessmen at the upper level.

Many rich businessmen who have just entered Nanjing regard joining the Jockey Club as a sign of whether they have integrated into the Beijing circle.

As for the members of the Jockey Club, their net worth must be more than five million, or even tens of millions. And the executive committee members cannot be obtained by money at all.

This is the first time that Yan has come to the racecourse today. Looking down from the VIP room, there are really huge crowds of people, and a sea of ​​heads moving.

"So many people!" What you hear and what you see are two completely different feelings. Yan knew that horse racing was very popular in the capital, and now that he saw it with his own eyes, he felt the real sea of ​​people.

"Since four years ago, the number of spectators for each race here has never been less than 5,000. This is a good place to kill time." Chen Jing pointed to the surroundings and introduced Yan.

There are hundreds of shops, some of which are pubs and restaurants. In the depths of several alleys, there are also some colorful and beautiful places, so that the winners of the horse lottery can spend all the money they won. As for the losers, they can go to the restaurant to drink and drown their sorrows.

If you have no money left, you can also go to a private bank to borrow money. Now there is only this little survival space left for Chinese banks. Or it is more appropriate to say that they are loan companies. Another way is to go directly to the pawnshop to pawn things. Or if you are famous and have a lot of capital, you can go directly to the bank to scan your face.

"There are pubs and restaurants for drinking and eating, teahouses and opera houses for quiet and elegant living, storytellers, jugglers, actors, and performers, as well as beautiful ladies from all over the world. Whatever you want, you can have it. People who come here are not just betting on horses or just killing time. This place has gradually become a social place, especially the private rooms."

"At the dinner after a horse race or polo match, it is a good time for members to get in touch with each other. Maybe at a dinner, several million-dollar deals will be finalized. And from time to time, there will be a few big figures that they can't see on weekdays."

Chen Jing felt that he had made a contribution to the prosperity of the racecourse, so he was very excited when talking about the prosperity and prosperity of the Jockey Club.

While talking, Chen Jing called the male waiter outside, "It's still the old rules, it's still my Fu Guang!" He threw out 10,000 yuan with this shout. Fu Guang is an Arabian horse that he got from a British businessman in October last year. It is pure white, without a single stray hair on its body, it is really beautiful.

After several months of training, conditioning and adaptation, the excellent-looking Fu Guang made a sensation as soon as it appeared in the spring race. Arabian horses are world-famous horses. There are at least ten short-distance racehorses from Arabia in this racecourse in Nanjing, most of which are white. But no horse has ever been as beautiful and pure as Fu Guang.

The white horse mane and long horse hair are crystal clear and shining silver under the sunlight.

The Chinese have always had a special love for white horses. The Chinese have worshipped "albino" creatures since ancient times. Fu Guang's record is not much better than other horses on the racecourse, but it is this overall appearance that makes it the most dazzling star in the entire racecourse.

"It's really beautiful!" Yan, who was holding a telescope, saw Fu Guang not for the first time, but she still couldn't take her eyes away.

"Fuguang is the most beautiful colt in the world. His Royal Highness the First Prince has said that he wants to exchange Fuguang for Huoyun, which was given to him by the Emperor!" After Chen Jing proposed to buy Fuguang for 30,000 yuan but failed, he was still preparing to take Fuguang to America. Chen Ding impulsively shouted that he wanted to exchange Huoyun for Fuguang. Huoyun is a famous colt. He is a purebred horse presented by the British. His whole body is red, like a burning cloud. He was named Huoyun by Chen Ming and awarded to Chen Ding.

It can't be exchanged at all, and Chen Jing is not stupid enough to accept this deal. After Chen Ding's impulse subsided, he stopped talking about it.

The countdown to the game was 10 minutes, and the atmosphere of the entire stadium was already so hot that it could boil water. Chen Jing and Yan stood in front of the glass, and both of them were very nervous. Although Chen Jing's previous "ambition" was ridiculous, he really liked horse racing, and Yan liked Fuguang's beauty, so naturally he hoped that his favorite Fuguang could win.

Dave Xiong entered the stadium under the guidance of the captain of the Jockey Club's security team. The rumbling voices and loud shouts made this man from the inner guard frown. As a bodyguard, he hated this kind of mixed place the most.

Such a mixed place with many people is the place that all the inner guards dislike the most.

With a five-minute countdown, a layer of sweat appeared on Chen Jing's forehead. His eyes were fixed on the track. At this moment, nothing else could distract his attention, not even his wife next to him. This is the mentality of a gambler!

Chen Ding, under the protection of Chen Gongzhao and Chen Bingwang, entered the box next to Chen Jing. Chen Ding did not sit down on the chair in the box. He walked to the window. Through the dark white gauze, people outside could not see who was in the box under the hot sun. People with average eyesight could not see that there was a person standing at the window.

"This horse is so beautiful."

Chen Ding looked at Fu Guang on the track through the white gauze. The warm sun shone on its body, and every hair seemed crystal clear.

It was a pity that Chen Jing did not sell such a beautiful horse to him. After all, 30,000 yuan was a little too little, but Chen Jing only bought Fu Guang for 20,000 yuan.

"It's so beautiful." The command gun sounded, and ten horses rushed out in an instant.

Fu Guang's slender and healthy body passed by in the sun, and Chen Ding wanted to take a gun and force Chen Jing next door to transfer the horse to him. That guy actually wanted to take Fu Guang to North America. My God, this is completely asking Fu Guang to gamble his life against the sea.

However, Chen Ding didn't know that at this moment, his dear uncle, Chen Kun, was also in this row of boxes, but he was a little far away. "Master, Jing Erye is in VIP Room 005."

"Go and meet this Jing Erye." Li Kun's eyes were also looking at Fu Guang. Fu Guang after the race was indeed beautiful, but his eyes were very calm. Even if there was a winged Pegasus coming to the world, Li Kun couldn't ride it. His legs were already useless.

"Pah pah..." The unceremonious knock on the door made Chen Jing, who was frustrated because Fu Guang didn't run first, stand up angrily. Who is this? Don't you know what the second master is annoyed at this time?

"Jing Erye, I am the follower of the uncle of the country. I came here to ask for an audience on the order of my master!" A very calm voice came from outside the door.

The angry Chen Jing calmed down immediately. They were from the Li family. Yan, who was also dissatisfied, also lost her anger in an instant. The couple looked at each other, their eyes full of doubts. The Li family?

"It's rare that the uncle of the king has such a refined interest and comes to the racecourse to play. I'm sorry, Jing Er should meet him in person." In Chen Jing's impression, Li Kun never came to the racecourse except for the Mid-Autumn Festival and the Lantern Festival.

The visitor was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties. The first thing he did after meeting Chen Jing and his wife was to take out a check, a check for two million.

"What does this mean?"

"My master has no other intentions, he just wants to do a business for Jing Erye."

Li Kun wanted to take everything Chen Jing had in the racecourse for two million, not only the land outside, several shops in the town, but also Chen Jing's horses, including Fu Guang, and Chen Jing's most important title of Jockey Club Executive.

"This is impossible." Chen Jing jumped up reflexively. No one could take away his brilliance.

The visitor smiled and said gently: "Second Master Jing should think about it carefully. This check is not only for two million, but also for the favor owed to you by the Li family and His Royal Highness the First Prince."

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In the afternoon, an unusually beautiful white horse was pulled to the Prince's mansion. During dinner, Chen Ding, who was still paying attention to his homework, received a letter from outside the palace. "It's an invitation from my uncle, so I will definitely come tomorrow afternoon."