Uncle Li quickly came back to smooth things over: "Hey, just now the old man told me that the young are to be feared, and he admires the God of War very much. The old man is broad-minded and was not angry at all because he didn't get first place. He said that this field still belongs to the young people."
Fu Huaiyong said coldly: "Stop talking too much."
Uncle Li said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I am being nosy. Didn't you just want to meet the master of the God of War? This..."
Fu Huaiyong glared at him, and Uncle Li immediately fell silent.
If he continues talking like this, the old man will probably really kick him out.
Fu Nanli added fuel to the fire: "She really has a good eye. She just bought a horse from a horse farm that was about to go bankrupt, and she won the championship of the Jockey Club just like that."
Wen Qiao: …
Brother, let’s keep a low profile. Your grandfather must hate me to death.
Fu Huaiyong had a cold face and didn't respond to Fu Nanli's words at all. He just walked out.
Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao followed behind, "Let's have dinner together tonight, Grandpa."
Fu Huaiyong put on a top hat and said coldly: "I can't eat with you young people. I'm going back to the villa."
Fu Nanli's lips curved slightly: "I'll take you to the car."
The wealthy people in the private rooms on the top floor of the racecourse all witnessed the old man of the Fu family leaving the racecourse with a gloomy face.
"The old man won the championship six times in a row. He must be very angry after losing this time."
"Not really. I heard that the old man doesn't take this competition that seriously anymore."
"Because I lost money?"
"Hey, it's just tens of millions. It's nothing for the old man. Is it worth getting angry?"
In the parking lot downstairs from the racecourse's auditorium, Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao watched the old man get into the car. A group of leaders of the racecourse lined up and watched the old man's car slowly drive away.
Wen Qiao turned around and went to the stable behind the racecourse, where Song Yu was feeding the God of War.
Seeing Wen Qiao, Song Yu was very excited and quickly handed the trophy over: "Qiao Qiao, look at the championship trophy I won for you."
Wen Qiao took the trophy and kissed it gently.
Fu Nanli: …
In addition to the pipa, there is one more thing to be jealous of.
"You performed so well."
Song Yu chuckled: "You chose a good horse. The explosive power of the God of War is amazing. You just picked up a pony and thought it was a master. You have a great vision."
Wen Qiao touched the head of the God of War. The God of War had just been killing everyone and was invincible, but now he had returned to the mode of a well-behaved pony, rubbing against Wen Qiao in a particularly obedient manner.
Young Master Fu pushed the God of War’s head away.
Where are you going
The God of War looked at Wen Qiao with an innocent look in his eyes. Wen Qiao patted his head again and asked, "Song Yu, when will you return to Haicheng?"
"Wait a couple of days. There are many excellent jockeys here. I'll share my experience with them and then I'll bring the God of War back."
"OK."
The Fu family has a small mansion in Macau, and Fu Nanli wants to take Wen Qiao there.
Wen Qiao refused: "Your grandfather is embarrassed, and you still take me with you. Aren't you deliberately provoking him?"
She suspected that Fu Nanli did it on purpose.
Fu Nanli chuckled: "Don't you think it's quite interesting that the old man was choked and speechless?"
Wen Qiao narrowed his eyes at him and asked, "Is he my grandson?"
If the old man knew his grandson was so naughty, wouldn’t he be so angry that he fainted
Fu Nanli rubbed her head and said, "But Uncle Li said that the old man is a bit like Dugu Qiubai when it comes to horse racing. You beat him, and he can't accept it for a while. But when he comes to his senses, he should appreciate you a little."
(End of this chapter)