Chapter 969 Loyal Fans

Wen Qiao went to the racecourse to train after school. The employees of Zhonghuan Group discovered that their prince got off work at five o'clock on time every day, never waited for late work, and never worked overtime for a minute.

Ye Minqiu had a headache. She originally thought there was hope for retirement, but this guy's recent passive and slack attitude made her worry again.

Fu Nanli showed up at the racecourse on time to supervise the training of the God of War.

After training for less than half a month, the Haicheng Jockey Club sold out all tickets at the Yingtai Racecourse in Haicheng, which can accommodate 20,000 people.

On the day of the horse racing, Song Yu asked her parents to push her in a wheelchair to watch the race.

But the old man is still in the VIP room.

Fu Nanli did not enter the exclusive private room for rich people this time, but reserved a seat in the first row.

The horse racing begins and all horses and jockeys are on standby at the starting point.

Uncle Li looked at it with a telescope and suddenly said in shock: "On the horse of God of War No. 85, there seems to be..."

Fu Huaiyong's face darkened: "Why are you so surprised?"

This time Qiu Ya also accompanied the old man to watch the game. She thought about it. Just hearing about contestant No. 85 made her feel very abrupt.

"Old man, take a look."

Qiu Ya brought her own telescope, and she and the old man each looked at the starting point of the competition venue.

It didn't matter what she saw. She was so shocked that she almost lost her grip on the telescope in her hand. The person sitting on the horse was Wen Qiao.

She knew that Wen Qiao was the owner of this horse, but wasn't the jockey... a girl named Song Yu? Why did she do it herself?

She was confused for a moment and heard the old man's voice: "Then why did the girl go into battle herself?"

Uncle Li said worriedly: "Yes, this is very dangerous, isn't it? Why didn't the young master stop it? It's really worrying."

Fu Huaiyong chuckled: "That girl is making fun of this horse racing meeting. Does she think it is a child's game of playing house? There are nearly a hundred players from more than thirty countries participating."

Uncle Li: "Isn't that right? Let me ask the young master what he means."

Fu Nanli received a call from Uncle Li and only replied perfunctorily: "The game is about to start, so just watch the game with peace of mind."

After hanging up the phone, bang, gunshot, and the game officially started.

Uncle Li didn't care what to say.

Last time, the old man didn't even take a second look during the race, except for a lazy glance after being overtaken by the God of War on the last lap.

But this time, from the moment the gun was fired, the old man held the telescope with both hands and watched intently.

Uncle Li couldn't help but nod. The old man was duplicitous. Although he said he looked down on Xiao Wen, he still cared about whether that girl could win this game.

Fu Nanli was sitting in the front row, with his heart always raised, and the camera was always locked on contestant No. 85. The audience was waving flags and cheering, and many people were cheering for No. 85.

Compared to the first competition, No. 85 already has a group of loyal fans.

The girl under his lens seems to be chivalrous and marching forward bravely, without any hesitation or timidity in her body.

The aura has crushed a group of men.

This time the competition still started amidst the thunder of Wen Qiao's God of War and the old man.

The two horses with the highest expectations were almost neck-and-neck from the middle of the race.

The jockey of No. 36 Horse Thunder is a very experienced old jockey. Because he has won many times, he is a little careless and missed the championship last time.