Chapter 1189: with translation of chapter title

NO. 93: Formally taking a step to discard reputation (2k monthly ticket bonus

Even though a flawless Saichang is everyone's hope.

But obviously, whenever interests are involved, whenever the fates of many people are at stake, someone will surely take risky shortcuts.

Furthermore, to increase horse racing's share in the Federal major sports events, the URA Association had long since made regulatory concessions—namely, gambling.

Although gambling is mixed into almost all competitive sports, including football and basketball, the fact is that the main revenue of such events still comes from regular channels like ticket sales, broadcasting, and advertising.

Only horse racing is different.

As early as two thousand years ago, when the number of horse girls had not yet expanded, and when those four-hoofed creatures called horses still occupied the main speed track.

The competition centered on speed had already been steeped in the concept of gambling.

Even later, as horse girl races became more entertaining and competitively valuable, they gradually replaced the old-style horse racing, and the gambling surrounding horse racing was only suspended for a year.

One year.

Pressured by the Three Goddesses, the URA Association directly submitted a reform proposal to the Federal Sports Association, attempting to ban those supposedly legitimate gambling practices.

It mobilized countless petitions from the majority of fans of that luxury brand, gathered numerous cases of horse girls harmed by gambling, and this mighty wind of reform blew for a full year—

—then it caused horse racing's scale to shrink dramatically, putting it in peril within sports event rankings.

Interests, publicity, and the ensuing scale and connections—things that originally thrived on excessive profits—were shattered in that violent crackdown, and the sweeping, across-the-board boycott completely crushed the original foundation.

By that point, even the protesters, including the gods, finally realized the conflict between ideal and reality.

To promote, to gain mainstream acceptance, and for better management, the URA Association, after readjusting its course, rebuilt the horse racing gambling industry on this fragmented yet still-supported foundation.

They resigned in disgrace—too many people mocked the association this way, and even its original supporters denounced its decline, some even turning into extreme anti-fans.

To this day, an objective perspective from outsiders leads many to look back on that past and gladly vindicate it.

Especially regarding the revival of the gambling industry.

Fully controlled by the URA Association, a small portion of computing power allocated by the Heart of Terra oversees horse racing gambling, indeed maximizing the integration of all those big and small betting channels, eliminating many risks that could arise from individual, illicit derivatives.

But such vindication, overall, doesn't mean much.

Because no matter how you say it, this is horse race betting, and it is gambling.

The abyss created by massive temptation lies not in the gambling act itself, but in the heart of every gambler.

Step by step, they approach, step by step they step into the abyss, step by step they take risky chances for it, even resolving to interfere with the gambling itself...

This is gambling.

It appears not only in lotteries, but also in card games and video games.

It seems so ordinary, as if there is no comp

Betting on an event with an uncertain outcome seems harmless and appears to have no effect.

But it is precisely such things that, little by little, shift your perspective.

Your disgust cannot reach its substance, nor can you destroy it completely, because it intertwines the desires of many people, and you eventually learn to profit from it.

Whether it's direct profit, the influence it brings, or the resulting reputation, the outcome ends up the same.

Being stuck in that mire that constantly draws out the evil in people's hearts, you cannot claim to be truly clean.

The association cannot deny creating that mire, but at least it thereby gained the authority to judge everything resulting from it.

So, has the association already found the supplier of that horse girl?

Exactly! So the girls can relax; the entire racing horse girl club will be punished...

The next day, in the chairman's office.

Aomo Lindun couldn't help but marvel at the association's extraordinary execution efficiency; it hardly seems like an association headquartered in the Jidong Area.

Regardless of whether this result is true, at least the investigative pace of this action has indeed been picked up; I wonder if the three goddesses applied pressure.

After all, being illegally infiltrated is bad enough, but even building a base right under one's nose—even if Dali Alabo is unwilling to come and endure Aomo's mockery, she and her two sisters can hardly tolerate it.

Continue.

Since the truth of the result has already been brought up, Aomo does not hide his doubts in front of Chairman Thus we output: QiuChuan.

"Is it too early to relax, Chairman? What did those three Ultraman warriors say?"

Worry, the association over there has dispatched an official soul researcher to assist, pointing to a certain private club in the Bade district, but since that seems unrelated to Tressen, the girls can relax.

Bade district?

How many organizations are actually involved in this event, huh? Did you outsource it?

I have to say, Bade really gets a lot of outsourcing work… I never expected to hear Aomo from my hometown here, and he was stunned for a moment, but the petite lady in front slapped the table with her fan: "Looking forward! Trainer Linton, don't neglect this for that!"

The petite lady tapped the paper fan in her hand, which bore the writing 'Expectation', and her face bore its usual bright smile.

After the Queen Elizabeth Cup and the Jidong Cup, it should be the official debut race and the Dream Cup preliminaries; your focus should shift here, okay!

That's something a month from now...

Aomo was somewhat speechless at the chairman's tone, which spoke of a one-month period as if it were tomorrow, like an immortal's way of speaking.

Actually, I've always valued this place, but just like this incident, there really are quite a few crimes against the horse girls, right?" Aomo crossed his fingers, smiling as he asked the chairman on the high seat, "I'm really curious how many commissions they've actually received."

Behold! Has Trainer Linton deduced that mercenaries were involved? I'll have the reins send you the detailed report, but I really don't want to waste the time of such talents as you on work unrelated to training; please also convey the same words to Trainer Asakura.

That's what you say, but if it concerns the horse girls you train and you can still sit idly by, such a trainer isn't what the chairman would want to see, right?

Certainly! I've recently been considering having the reins commission some mercenaries to help.

Forgive my frankness, but there is clearly a C-rank agency chief standing before you...

Rude! What I see before me is a trainer!

You're like this, you'll easily lose a trainer," Aomo said helplessly, "by the way, I also quite recommend my own staff.

Doubts! I've heard that the new staff under Trainer Linton are all transmigrants, and they ought to lack even basic common sense!

So they often come to me for advice.

Understood! This is your reason for recommending them!

Your gaze is like a torch, Chairman.

... Cunning! Lin Dun trainer.

I think, as long as we can solve the problem, the chairman will not mind being accused of nepotism.

Hearing this, the silent chairman flicked the fan surface, and the 'worry' on it spoke for itself.

Approved! But I will still have the lasso look for other mercenaries.

In necessary times, does it mean the office staff will be replaced?

Of course! Lin Dun trainer, any other opinions?

No, rather, I am deeply grateful that the chairman is willing to give this opportunity.