Meanwhile, Fu Nanli sat on the sofa at the side. There was even a waiter who came in to serve red wine and whiskey. Sir, if you need anything else, you can let me know.
Fu Nanli pulled her over to the sofa and sat her down. "The match hasn't started yet, don't be nervous."
"I believe in Song Yu." Wen Qiao raised her brows.
Fu Nanli massaged his temples. The two of you really trust and admire each other.
There was a TV in the room that showed the betting situation. At the moment, most people bet on old master Fu's Thunder.
The one who placed his bet on second place was an Argentina horse called hero.
Third, third Kasaya
Wen Qiao's horse bet was ranked 98th.
There were a total of 100 horses participating in the final. She was ranked 98th because it was her horse's first time participating in such a competition.
The betting odds were 530 to 1.
Wen Qiao did some calculations. If her God of War were to get third place, he could win 10 million, 30 million for second place, and 100 million for first place.
This way, her ranking on the wealth list would rise quite a bit.
Moreover, she could let the old master see her strength.
In the private room next door, Fu huaiyong was taking a sip of tea when uncle li passed him a pair of binoculars. "Old man, your lightning is in good condition. It's in the stable, you can take a look."
There was also a live broadcast of the stable on TV.
It was all for the rich to see in the private rooms.
"That guy called hero or something, which one is he on?" This was the only opponent he had his eyes on.
it's in the stable next to Thunder. It's Black and looks strong, but it's not explosive. In a short distance of a thousand meters, it definitely can't compare to your Thunder.
"Are there any other horses with potential?"
"Currently, there isn't."
"Then I'll bet some money on my own Thunderbolt as well. I'll bet on him winning." Fu huaiyong put down his binoculars.
"How much do you want to bet?"
"A little less, just 20 million."
"Alright, I'll let the president of the horse race know."
On the other side, Fu Nanli asked Wen Qiao,"do you want to place a bet?"
"Of course, I bet on my God of War."
"How many places do you bet on him?"
Wen Qiao looked at the horse through the telescope and smiled. since it's so calm, I'll bet 10 million on it getting first place.
She bet 10 million herself. If the God of War really won the championship, the final odds would double, and she would get 200 million.
If he didn't get it, he would only lose ten million.
She would just treat it as throwing money at her God of War to train his courage.
The rich men in the dozen or so private rooms were either betting on old master Fu's Thunder or on the strong foreign player hero.
Everyone said that the name "God of War" was awe-inspiring, but his strength definitely didn't deserve this name. It was simply too ordinary.
The 30,000-strong audience at the horse-racing track immediately burst into a commotion when they saw the horses being pulled out of the gates.
Wen Qiao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with a pair of binoculars in her hand. She saw Song Yu and God of War. Song Yu knew the general direction of Wen Qiao's private room and waved in her direction.
Fu huaiyong, who was in the private room next door, snorted. "You think this is a show? Why are you waving? You don't look steady at all."
Uncle li chimed in. that's right. It's his first time participating in a competition. If he doesn't have the air of a general, he'll definitely lose.
Fu huaiyong wasn't in high spirits either. After winning every year, he honestly didn't have much anticipation.
Not in the future, he still had to work hard.
After the preparation work was done, a gun was fired ... With a clang, the horses shot out like arrows.