The man flicked his fingers, and the reporting manager couldn't help but feel tense.
"What conditions?"
"They want Ms. Ming Jing to be the honorary president of the horse club."
Without Ming Jing, there would be no horse club now. The government appreciated Ming Jing's publicity effect and her influence among the public, intending to make her the face of the horse club and even the entire Jiangzhou.
But having a teenage girl as the president seemed to steal the limelight from the people behind the scenes. Apparently, this was an attempt to suppress Ran Tengxiao, and Ming Jing was perfectly used as a tool.
This was also a test.
The manager dared not even breathe, waiting cautiously.
Ran Tengxiao hooked his lips and his gaze fell on the racecourse. Young girls dressed in colorful riding outfits and various hairstyles turned the racecourse into a showground, not knowing whether it was interesting or absurd.
