Turf Nuwa Prize · Part 1

On the Saturday of the fourth week of June, Luoyang Racecourse in HEN Province.

The slanting afternoon sun streamed through the clouds and fell over Luoyang Racecourse, bathing the racecourse's antique-style architecture in a golden-red glow.

Mountain ranges rose and fell in the distance, while a river flowed slowly past nearby, lending this racecourse on the outskirts of the ancient capital of thirteen dynasties an added sense of historical weight.

Zhang Jun stood in the plaza outside the racecourse, holding a box of nearly depleted Lightning Chaser fan merchandise. Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his shirt was already soaked through.

"Brother Jun, I've finished handing mine out. Let's go in."

Li Ying squeezed through the crowd, excitement flushing her face. She wore a Lightning Chaser support shirt, its front printed with Lightning Chaser's image and the words Lightning Girl. She fanned herself with a Lightning Chaser-shaped fan, while carrying a flattened cardboard box in her other hand.

Zheng Xing squeezed over from the other side as well, wearing the same shirt.

"Brother Jun, I'm done here too."

Zhang Jun took the last fan from the box and handed it to the horse racing fan in front of him. After wiping the sweat from his forehead, he broke down and folded the box, then led the way into the racecourse.

"Let's go. The race is about to start."

Today, they had prepared 1,200 pieces of Lightning Chaser fan merchandise. Aside from a small number of shirts and horse dolls, there were little electric fans and handheld fans, small items suited for summer. To speed up distribution, the three of them had each handed things out in a different direction. Now, everything had been distributed.

Luoyang Racecourse was packed today. The stands, which could hold 250,000 to 260,000 people,