Flying Cloud Colt's Retirement Race · Part One

Half a month earlier.

Zhang Jun sat in the meeting room of Zheng Xing's stable, holding a cup of hot tea as he gazed blankly at the photograph of Flying Cloud Colt hanging on the opposite wall.

The "trash" he had bought from the secondhand horse market for less than a hundred thousand yuan had now won two local Grade One races, becoming a fairly well-known middle-distance powerhouse in East China. And now, he had set foot on the central circuit.

"Brother Jun."

Zheng Xing walked in with a file in hand, his expression complicated.

He opened his mouth, but could not help asking in the end.

"Have you really made up your mind?"

Zhang Jun set down his teacup. After a moment of silence, he finally spoke.

"You know it too. Flying Cloud Colt's prime is almost over. At the very latest, he can only keep racing until May or June next year—at most another two or three races... And that period just happens to be breeding season."

Zhang Jun paused. "Rather than retiring him next June and wasting a year getting him ready, it would be better to retire him after this year's races and start breeding him directly next year."

Zheng Xing gave a bitter smile and looked toward the photograph on the wall. It had been taken when Flying Cloud Colt won his first Grade One race, the Mindu Middle-Distance Championship.

"I know. I just feel like... ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh."

He let out a sigh.

Zhang Jun shook his head helplessly. "If I could, I'd also want Flying Cloud Colt to race for another year and see whether he could win a G1. But Flying Cloud Colt's ability..."

A disappointed expression appeared on Zheng Xing's face. "Yeah. His ability..."

More than half a month earlier, during the