Chapter 888 Not Angry at All

"It seems like someone made a video call. The old man answered it. Let me take a look..."

Uncle Li carefully walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, covered his phone and whispered, "It's Qiu Ya who called."

Fu Nanli clicked his tongue, this woman really kept trying to please her grandfather.

"I know, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up first."

Here Fu Huaiyong answered Qiu Ya's video call, and Qiu Ya said eagerly: "Grandpa Fu, I heard that you went to watch the horse racing. How about it? Your Jing Lei must have won the championship again, right?"

Uncle Li happened to come in. Hearing Qiu Ya's words, his heart skipped a beat. Isn't this why the pot should not be opened?

I thought the old man would be angry, but I didn't expect that Fu Huaiyong just smiled: "Jinglei didn't take first place, but took second place."

Qiu Ya was stunned for a moment. The words of compliment were already on her lips. The old man won the title for the sixth time in a row. This time Jing Lei is also the best horse race he has. He will definitely win the championship nine times out of ten. Who would have thought that the old man’s horse would stumble. , just missed the championship?

But she was just stunned for a moment, and she quickly came back to her senses and said: "A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise. Maybe Grandpa Fu will have some good things waiting for you in other areas."

Fu Huaiyong said cheerfully: "It's nothing. You don't need to comfort me. It's just that I lost a game. It's not something worth taking to heart."

Qiu Ya praised: "Grandpa Fu is really broad-minded and doesn't care about gains and losses."

After the compliments, she browsed the news about the horse racing meeting online, and then discovered that the news about the old man losing the championship had long been published online.

She was careless and made the call without checking.

If the old man was in a bad mood because he lost the game, her behavior just now was completely aimed at the gun.

Fortunately, the old man didn't argue with her.

Looking at the news about the champion, it was a little-known horse named Ares before entering the competition. This was the first time he participated in an event of this scale.

I wanted to check the owner of this horse, but found that there was no such information online.

There is only information about the jockey. The jockey’s name is Song Yu, and there is a very detailed introduction.

Song Yu, 21 years old, from Haicheng, Country Z, is a sophomore at the Central Conservatory of Music, majoring in piano.

Qiu Ya's eyes flashed, Yang Yin's?

Wen Qiao is also from Yangyin.

She hesitated and called her friend Xu Ying for consultation, "Do you know Wen Qiao from your school?"

"Wen Qiao is a celebrity. Who doesn't know her? The first person to promote the development of folk music."

The breath is a little sour.

She is a piano teacher. In the past, Western music had an absolutely dominant position in Yangyin, and piano surpassed all others and became the most valued subject.

But now, because of Wen Qiao, the superiority of her status is not as good as before.

Of course she felt unhappy.

"What about Song Yu? Do you recognize him?"

"Song Yu is my student and studies piano. What's wrong?"

"Song Yu and Wen Qiao... do they know each other?"

"When I talk about this, I get angry. Back when folk music was not taken seriously, Song Yu couldn't wait to join Wen Qiao's folk music club."

Qiu Ya's heart trembled. Could this horse be Wen Qiao's horse?

He must have been overthinking it. If Wen Qiao's horse had beaten the old man, the old man wouldn't have reacted the way he did just now. He would definitely be angry.

But I heard Xu Ying say over there: "There was a message in the school group chat, saying that Wen Qiao's horse race won the championship and won a lot of money."