Chapter 428: 198 Marseille (Second Update)_2
Translator: 549690339
Liang Xiaohongâs blood was boiling in excitement as she asked excitedly, âYou mean... Ming Jing is the fake heiress?â
After the recording of the show, Qu Feitai had left the broadcasting room immediately without pausing for even a moment.
Participating in such a show was simply an insult to his intelligence.
âXiao Fei, have some water.â Huang Chao untwisted a thermos and handed it to Qu Feitai.
âWhatâs wrong with you today? Are you on a warpath? Going against everyone, do you realize youâll be criticized once the show airs?â Huang Chao said with serious concern.
âOr did you actually write âWhite Robeâ for Ming Jing?â This question has been plaguing Huang Chao for a long time, and today, he finally couldnât hold back from asking.
He used to think that Ming Jing was trying to gain publicity by associating herself with Qu Feitai, but now it appeared that he was the one who was wishful thinking.
After all, Ming Jing was from the top echelons of society, beautiful and wealthy. It was rather his protege who had been harboring secret desires.
Ignoring Huang Chao, Qu Feitai instructed the driver, âTo the airport.â
Huang Chao was stunned, âWhere are you going?â
âJiangzhou.â
âBut I donât recall you having any schedules in Jiangzhou. Plus, werenât you supposed to meet with Director Han over the next few days to scout filming locations in Xiang Mountain for the music video?â
âWe rescheduled it for tomorrow.â
Huang Chao realized that he was losing control over his artist and was being kept in the dark.
Halfway to the airport, Huang Chao was asked to get out of the car and make his own way back.
Huang Chao was completely bewildered. âWhatâs happening?â
At that moment, a notification popped up on his phone. The headline left him dumbfounded.
National sweetheartâs stunning appearance at Jiangzhou Equestrian Competition!
Suddenly, a sharp, piercing gaze landed on his face. Qu Feitai looked up and met the dark, intense gaze of a man who smirked as if seeing through his disguise. The man then turned away.
Why was he here? Qu Feitai furrowed his brows.
Noticing that Qu Feitai was still staring at the man who was now walking away, Song Yinzhang explained, âHeâs Zhao Qinâs cousin.â
The big electronic screen started displaying the names of the participating contestants, along with their support ratings. The regulation of the horse race was still immature and incorporated certain gambling elements, drawing the attention of those who loved to take risks.
Horse racing was quite popular overseas and several races were held domestically as well, but it was never too well-known.
This year, however, Ming Jingâs participation significantly boosted the influence of the race. Ticket sales were booming, the atmosphere was lively, and the online live stream was overcrowded.
The hidden significant economic interests behind the horse race greatly benefited the local economy. Just the income from ticket sales, gaming, broadcasting rights, hard and soft advertisements was staggering. It was reported that the total betting amount for the horse race had reached 3 billion yuan an hour before the race, a thousandfold increase from the same period last year, contributing greatly to the local GDP. Given the massive promotional efforts by Jiangzhou City this year, it was clear that they intended to promote horse racing as a pillar industry of Jiangzhou, which would also drive the development of related industries, benefitting the development of Jiangzhou City in many ways.
Before the race, the race administration had announced that they would be collaborating with Ming Jingâs Wishful Thinking Charitable Foundation to form the Violent Wind Charitable Foundation. They committed to dedicating 98% of the after-tax profits from this race to charity, earning wide acclaim.
The sport of horse racing was an exhilarating combination of the love for adventure and gambling, making it a haven for passionate men. Ming Jing, on the other hand, had always presented a gentle and elegant image to the public and was viewed as the nationâs goddess. Always dressed in white, she was seen as a delicate and fragile woman. The contrast was stark if she was indeed an equestrian expert.
Many of her fans had initially come with doubts, fearing that the event had merely used her fame to promote the horse race. They didnât want to get their hopes up only to end up disappointed.
The names of the one hundred and fifty contestants were shown on the big screen, with their support rates. Thanks to her popularity, Ming Jing had secured the highest support rate, but few really had any expectations.
The hot favorite for winning the race was the second-ranked Ma Xiao, who had bagged numerous domestic and international awards. Compared to the delicate and frail Ming Jing, Ma Xiao seemed to be the surefire champion.
In the backstage preparation room, Ming Jing was dressed in a red horse-riding uniform, with a large number â18â on a tag on her chest and back.
She donned protective gear, knee pads, and long boots. After putting on her helmet and protective gloves, she stood in front of the mirror with a confident smile.
Walking out of the prep room, Shen Zhou spoke softly, âTake good care of yourself. Your safety is the most important thing, not your performance.â
Horse racing can be extremely dangerous, and any slight mishap could be disastrous. Thatâs why participants were always asked to sign an accident liability waiver agreement before each race.
Ming Jing smiled and nodded, âDonât worry, big brother.â
Seeing Ming Jing, Ma Xiao strode out of the room on the other side, sneered âAll show, no substanceâ, and left without looking back.
Shen Zhou narrowed his eyes at the retreating figure of Ma Xiao.