Eight Min Dirt Championship Cup · Part 1

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December in Mindu was already bitterly cold, but the conference hall at Eight Min Central Racecourse was warm.

Zhang Jun took off his dark blue down jacket and hung it over his chair, leaving him in a crisp suit.

The draw for the starting gates of Min Province's final Grade One race of the year, the Eight Min Dirt Championship Cup to be held the following Sunday, would soon begin. The teams of all eighteen runners had arrived in formal attire.

"Shadow Hunter is about to run his first G1. How do you feel?"

Liu Jiaming walked over from the side.

Zhang Jun let out a warm breath. "Not bad. I'm still a little nervous, but with Cloudstream Flying Shadow's experience from the previous two races, I'm not as on edge as I was at first."

Liu Jiaming smiled. "That's true. This kind of thing comes down to experience. Once you've been through it, you won't be as nervous anymore."

He held out his hand. "I hope we both draw good gates and get this race off to a good start."

Zhang Jun shook his hand. "I believe this Eight Min Dirt Championship Cup will be a wonderful race."

"Good afternoon, owners, trainers, jockeys, and members of the press."

Li Muzhi stepped onto the stage, his voice calm and powerful.

Although the chairman of the Min Province Branch of the Central Racing Association was already over sixty, he remained vigorous and sharp.

Seeing Li Muzhi take the podium, the people chatting quietly below returned to their seats and sat up straight.

All Graded Stakes draws were broadcast live after they began. No one wanted to