After school, Wen Qiao would go to the horse farm for training. The employees of Zhonghuan Group discovered that their prince would leave work on time at five o'clock every day, would not wait for those who were late, and would never work overtime for even a minute.
Ye Minqiu had a headache. She originally thought that she had hope of retiring, but this boy's recent negative attitude towards work made her worried again.
Fu Nanli appeared at the stable on time to supervise the training of the God of War.
After training for half a month, the Haicheng Jockey Club sold out all the tickets at the Yingtai Racecourse in Haicheng, which can accommodate 20,000 people.
On the day of the horse race, Song Yu asked her parents to push her in a wheelchair to watch the race.
And the old man is still in the VIP room.
This time, Fu Nanli did not enter the private room reserved for the rich, but instead reserved a seat in the first row.
The horse race begins and all horses and jockeys are on standby at the starting line.
Uncle Li looked through the telescope and was suddenly shocked: "The person sitting on the horse of the No. 85 War God seems to be..."
Fu Huaiyong's face darkened: "Why are you so startled?"
This time, Qiu Ya also accompanied the old man to watch the game. She was a little nervous. Just hearing the name of contestant No. 85 made her feel very upset.
"Master, please take a look."
Qiu Ya brought her own monocular telescope, and she and the old man each looked towards the starting point of the competition venue.
It didn't matter that she took a look. She was so shocked that she almost dropped the telescope in her hand. The person sitting on the horse was Wen Qiao.
She knew Wen Qiao was the owner of the horse, but wasn't the jockey... a girl named Song Yu? Why did she ride it herself
She was at a loss for a moment, and heard the old man's voice: "Why did that girl go into battle herself?"
Uncle Li said worriedly, "Yes, this is very dangerous, why didn't the young master stop it? It's really worrying."
Fu Huaiyong sighed: "That girl treats this horse race as a joke. Does she think it's a child's game? There are nearly a hundred contestants from more than thirty countries participating in the competition."
Uncle Li: "That's right, let me ask what the young master thinks."
When Fu Nanli received a call from Uncle Li, he just perfunctorily replied, "The game is about to start, just watch it with peace of mind."
After hanging up the phone, there was a bang, a gun went off, and the game officially began.
Uncle Li didn't bother to say anything.
Last time, during the race, the old man didn’t even take a second look, except for the last lap when he was overtaken by the God of War.
This time, from the moment the gun was fired, the old man held the telescope in both hands and watched intently.
Uncle Li couldn't help but nod. The old man said one thing and meant another. Although he said he looked down on Xiao Wen, he still cared a lot about whether the girl could win the game.
Fu Nanli sat in the first row, his heart always in his throat, his camera always locked on contestant No. 85. The whole audience was waving flags and cheering, and the atmosphere was noisy, with many people cheering for No. 85.
Compared to the first competition, No. 85 already has a group of loyal fans.
The girl in his camera seemed chivalrous and brave, and there was no hesitation or timidity in her.
The aura has already crushed a group of men.
This time the competition still took place between Wen Qiao's God of War and the old man's Thunder.
The two most highly anticipated horses were almost running side by side from the middle of the race.
The jockey of horse No. 36 Thunder is a very experienced old jockey. Having won so many times, he became a little careless and missed the championship last time.
(End of this chapter)