After getting on the horse's back, Zhang Chi gently knocked the horse's belly, and the horse then lifted up its legs and started to trot lightly.
After running around the fence, Zhang Chi understood why Kimberly said that Mason's horse training skills were very good. At this time, he also believed Kimberly's words. Mason, an old cowboy, used to be an excellent horse trainer.
Because this horse is so well trained, the horse can clearly receive the slightest instruction and make actions according to your ideas.
Zhang Chi's equestrian skills are not very good, but he has followed his uncle to his drinking buddies' houses many times, so he has a certain understanding of the nature of horses and is not a novice on horseback riding.
Of course, there is no equestrian skills to talk about. Even Zhang Chi’s riding skills are not up to the edge of equestrian skills. He is just an ordinary rider. He needs a horse that can resolutely carry out his orders and will not resist the reins.
Condition.
The horse he is now riding has obviously been carefully trained. It can carry out Zhang Chi's orders with two swords very well, and it is also very comfortable riding the waves on the horse's back.
The so-called "Dalang", which most people may not know, actually means that people follow the movement of the horse when riding a horse. When the ups and downs of the person can completely match the movement of the horse, both the person and the horse will be very comfortable.
If Zhang Chi can feel comfortable, it is obvious that the training teacher has done a good job.
"That's it".
Zhang Chi rode in a circle and dismounted in front of Mason.
The first thing I said when I dismounted was that I was sure I wanted this horse.
Mason didn't say much and nodded directly, indicating that he understood.
"However, I don't have any money with me now. After I withdraw the money tomorrow, I will come over to pick up the horse. What do you think?" Zhang Chi asked.
Zhang Chi really doesn't have much money on him today. Yes, generally speaking, Zhang Chi always has some money on him, but today the little money he had was almost robbed by the owner of the horse supplies store. He only has enough money on him now.
Money to buy a popsicle on the roadside.
Mason stretched out his hand: "Deposit."
Zhang Chi was a little embarrassed. It was a reasonable requirement for someone to ask for a deposit. You couldn't just order someone else's horse and just leave without getting anything.
However, Zhang Chi also had an idea. He pointed at the saddle on the horse and said, "Put these here first. I will take them away when I bring the money."
When Mason heard this, he also retracted his hand.
Just like that, the two men settled the matter calmly, and then Zhang Chi returned to the ranch. Old Mason opened the door for Zhang Chi, closed the door, then mounted his horse and came to the bar again.
In the same position, with the same drink, Mason, who sat down, was still drinking while directing his gaze to the bar countertop.
By this time, the bar was already occupied, and five or six cowboys in their thirties and forties were drinking and chatting about everything from national affairs to which girl on TV was pretty.
Men everywhere are the same. Current affairs and women are always the most important topics in their lives.
"Mason, I heard that we have a Chinese here?"
A bearded cowboy asked while drinking wine.
Mason didn't look back, just nodded slightly.
At this time, another cowboy said: "Chinese people can study mathematics and become doctors, but they run a ranch and I heard they have to raise cattle. Why is it so funny to me?"
The cowboy's words caused a burst of laughter from the surrounding cowboys.
"I think within two years, the Chinese will be crying and listing their ranches again."
Ha ha ha ha!
"Two years, I think one year is enough. How deep can you afford to buy that ranch? If you raise it for a year, half of the cows will die, and he will have to leave naked."
"One year? I think it's about the same."
A group of cowboys said with laughter.
Neither Kimberly nor Mason was smiling at this moment. One of them worked quietly, and the other quietly drank the wine in his hand. It seemed that the malicious teasing of the cowboys next to him could not arouse their interest.
"He bought your horse?"
Mason nodded: "I bought one."
"Can he ride a horse?"
Mason said at this time: "I know how to ride, but my riding skills are average."
"When can I compete with him on riding skills?"
"Aren't you bullying him? You really want to see him fall off his horse?"
"I have never seen a Chinese person fall off a horse, and I don't know if the fall was the same as ours."
Then there was another burst of laughter.
"How about we block it? Kimberly, Kimberly, write this down on your little blackboard. I bet that in one year, the Chinese will get out! I bet ten dollars! Who else?
Want to bet?"
"I want to bet, also ten dollars, that this Chinese will put the ranch on the market in half a year."
Another cowboy yelled too.
"I still think that two years will cost fifteen dollars."
Five or six cowboys placed their bets one after another.
After hearing this, Kimberly turned around and wrote a line of words on the small blackboard hanging next to her, marking the bet, with the initials of the money maker underneath.
Things like this are very common in small bars in the countryside. These people press for almost everything. Of course, the most important thing is the football game. Every time there is a major game, similar things will happen in the bar where these cowboys gather.
occur.
However, for such a small bet, no one would place a large bet. Even if someone wanted to place a bet, the bar owner would not let it go, because if the amount is large, it is gambling.
This thing is fine in certain states, but it is illegal here. If Kimberly dares to do this, the tax police will definitely teach Kimberly a lesson.
Mason opened his mouth at this time: "Kimberly, give me a bet of ten dollars, I think the Chinese can last two years."
Mason's voice suddenly stunned the cowboys in the bar.
"Do you think he can survive two years?"
Someone thought it was a little strange, and then asked: "Has he worked on the ranch before?"
Kimberly explained at this time: "I heard him say that he had never worked on a ranch before."
Mason said: "I have never worked on a ranch, and there are no traces of cowboys on me."
Everyone works on the ranch, or has been growing up on the farm, so the hands of those who work are definitely different from those of people in other professions.
"Then how are you sure he can survive two years?"
Some cowboys don’t understand it.
Mason said: "I just think life has to have some surprises. For a Chinese to open a ranch, it's always a surprise. Who knows if he can make this surprise bigger?"
In fact, the old Mason is not optimistic about Zhang Chi, but he doesn't like these cowboys who use foul language, especially the two cowboys at the current table.
A group of people who work for others on a ranch actually look down on a rancher who can get hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy a ranch. These people probably don't have much more brain capacity than monkeys.
Mason felt that most of his money might go away, but he just didn't like these people in his heart.
Zhang Chi, who returned home at this moment, didn't know that he had become someone else's bet, but even if he knew, Zhang Chi wouldn't care.
Because when a new person comes to a new group, he will definitely hear some crazy talk. This is the same everywhere. Zhang Chi lived in the countryside when he was a child. In some villages, the situation of elder surnames bullying younger surnames is nothing new.
, now it’s just these cowboys making fun of themselves.
At the same time, Zhang Chi also understands that in the United States, everyone is discriminated against, but only the rich are not discriminated against. As long as you make money here, no matter what race you are, you have to stand aside.
For Zhang Chi, the most powerful counterattack against the evil intentions of these cowboys is not to fight with them, but to run his ranch well and make money, which is the greatest humiliation.
After returning home, Zhang Chi took out his notebook and continued to read information on the Internet, because he was going to buy cattle next.
If there are no cows in a cattle ranch, can it still be called a ranch?
After flipping through the pages, Zhang Chi came across a piece of useful information, which was that in a few days, there would be an auction in a town about two hours away from Amber.
It's not a special cattle auction, but a mess of everything, including cows, sheep, horses, and even some piglets.
After Zhang Chi saw the message, he took some paper and notes and marked it on his mobile phone to take a look when he went there that day.
Zhang Chi was about to read the next article when he suddenly found his cell phone ringing.
When I picked it up and looked at it, I found it was an unfamiliar number, so I hung up immediately. There are a lot of phone scams here, and they usually weren't familiar phone numbers, so Zhang Chi just called directly.
Who knew that this person still had a bad temper? After hanging up several times, the calls still kept coming.
Zhang Chi looked at it and then reached out to answer the phone.
"No need!" Zhang Chi said.
Just as he was about to hang up the phone, a female voice came from the other end: "Wait a minute, please listen to me first."
"No matter what you say, I don't need it," Zhang Chi said.
"I have something serious to discuss with you. Are you Mr. Zhang Chi?"
"Um!"
Zhang Chi didn't expect that this guy who committed telecom fraud also knew his own name. Guan Jian's Chinese pronunciation was quite similar. At least it was much better than Kimberly's George. George, Zhang Chi, this was obvious.
Can't hit it.
"I am the manager of an outdoor product store, and I would like to ask you to be our spokesperson...".
The female voice on the other end of the phone said.
The first thought that popped into Zhang Chi's mind was: Why, telecom fraud has changed its routine now. What new routine is this? Spokesperson? Does this image of me represent the words of a bird?
It's not that Zhang Chi has low self-esteem, but that he has a deep understanding of his own appearance. If you don't say anything else, his height is just over the extreme line in China, let alone in the United States. People on the street
There are a lot of tall guys.
There are many short people, but when it comes to hiring spokespersons, being short may not be an advantage, right?
"Spokesperson? Are you kidding? Okay, you've been talking for a long time and I'm tired of listening. Save your saliva so I can relax my ears. Bye!"
"No, no! Otherwise, can I go to your place for an interview?" The female voice on the other end of the phone was still anxious.
Zhang Chi said casually: "Okay, then you can come!"
How could Zhang Chi believe this?
I put down the phone and continued to scroll through the information on the Internet. Now the hope of filling the pasture with cattle surpassed everything else.