Ever since he moved to Amber Town, Zhang Chi has never looked forward to the bar opening as much as he did today.
Why?
Because he wanted to know the situation of his good neighbor so much that it was not easy to ask him directly. Everyone knew that Zhang Chi and his good neighbor seemed to be inseparable from each other. Besides, he had some small thoughts in mind. If he still asked, wouldn't he be looking for trouble?
, although Zhang Chi knew that he would definitely be in trouble in the future, but it was best for him to have less contact with others at this time to avoid trouble in the future. Besides, Zhang Chi was about to vomit when he saw him, and he didn't want to get close to others.
After eating, I waited impatiently. When I saw that the time was almost up, I wiped the ink off my legs, swung my legs and rode up Chiyan Mountain towards the town.
Arriving at the door of the bar, Zhang Chi found that Kimberly had just arrived and was about to open the door.
Seeing Zhang Chi appearing so early, Kimberly was quite surprised and asked Zhang Chi, "So early today?"
"Morning?"
Zhang Chi looked at his watch and pretended to be embarrassed: "Ouch! I looked at the wrong watch. I looked at it an hour earlier."
Kimberly smiled, not doubting it, opened the door and walked into the bar.
Zhang Chi also followed into the bar.
Kimberly turned on the bar lights, put down the stools on the table, then returned to the bar and turned on the bar lights.
"same as usual?"
"Same as usual, forget it, give me a glass of gin today," Zhang Chi said.
Kimberly looked at Zhang Chi, smiled, took an empty glass and put it on the bar, added some ice cubes, poured the wine almost level with the ice cubes, and pushed it in front of Zhang Chi.
After a gentle sip, the strong smell of alcohol rushed into his mouth, and Zhang Chi's face instantly wrinkled.
Looking at Zhang Chi's look, Kimberly was happy: "If you can't drink strong alcohol, don't drink it. Just drink your usual beer."
Zhang Chi nodded and pushed the cup away: "Let's have the usual one, I really can't stand the taste."
I really can't get used to drinking Zhangchi, the strong liquor of the foreign devils. I always feel that it has a strange smell, and it is not as pure and rich as the Chinese liquor. What the hell is this!
I switched to beer, and finally the taste was a little more correct. I threw a small bean into my mouth, chewed it a few times, and that little feeling came back.
After just two sips, the bar door was pushed open.
Three cowboys walked in and were startled when they saw Zhang Chi sitting at the bar.
"George, why are you here so early today?"
The three of them are old drunkards and old bachelors. Whenever they are not alive, they spend time in the bar. If it is a holiday, they can drink from the time the bar opens until the bar closes.
"I misjudged the time," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
The three cowboys found a table and sat down, and Kimberly served them drinks directly without asking.
"George, your neighbor is very generous."
A cowboy said to Zhang Chi.
Zhang Chi was waiting for someone to talk about this, so he turned around, put one arm on the bar and asked the person speaking, "How do you say it?"
"Didn't you see the cattle cars in the morning?"
"I saw it, there seems to be quite a lot, but I don't know how many cows he bought," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
He really didn't know how many cows his good neighbor surnamed Liu had bought. If he had known, he wouldn't have come here.
"More than eight thousand." The cowboy stretched out his hand and gestured. Our eight is a gun. This guy stretched out a palm with three fingers.
I am!
Zhang Chi really didn't expect this number. He knew that his good neighbor's pasture was big, but it was not big enough to raise eight thousand cows. Could it be that he also had a gourd?
Generally speaking, a grazing pasture requires three acres for one cow. If the pasture is larger, you may be able to raise more cattle, but if your neighbor's pasture raises 8,000 cows, that's a bit nonsense.
This is a grazing pasture, not a fattening pasture. If it is fattening, let alone 8,000, 28,000 head can be raised in his place. As long as there is a place for the cattle to stand and feed them with grass and feed.
But then I thought about it, Zhang Chi was happy again, wouldn't it be good to have more? Of course it would be good to have more, couldn't I just hold more in my own gourd?
If he really wants to get two or three thousand cows, it would be unsatisfactory to pack them all by himself. He can't pack all his cattle away. We, Lao Zhang, have a bottom line as a human being, and we won't take the last needle!
Not to mention Zhang Chi, the nearby ranchers were dumbfounded when they heard that Zhang Chi's old neighbor had acquired 8,000 cows at once.
First of all, everyone was surprised by his financial resources, but it's not surprising when you think about the Chinese. Now Americans think that the Chinese are the same as the rich. They don't look at the children who come to China and they don't have sports cars that ordinary Americans can't afford.
, who doesn’t live in a big house?
This concept is given to them by the media, but in fact, there are still more international students in the United States from ordinary families, and not everyone can afford a house or a supercar.
But it is impossible for the media to report on ordinary people. They always mention a small group of international students, so the American people have this impression.
The second is how to raise so many cows? But think about this guy Zhang Chi, and think that this guy has so much money, is it not easy to raise cows? No matter how many cows there are, milking cows in the pasture, buying them
Just feed them with grass. At worst, hire some more cowboys to shovel cow shit.
As long as you have money, these are all trivial matters!
So everyone felt that the two Chinese people in Amber Town were more ruthless than the other!
Zhang Chi originally thought that these cowboys would tease his good neighbor, but who knew that after sitting here for a while, the three cowboys' mouths were full of envy. What are they envious of? They are envious that their good neighbor is rich!
After a while, the bartenders came up, and everyone still had the same attitude as before. There were no voices of ridicule, but only admiration.
This made Zhang Chi feel a little unhappy. Why did you guys laugh at me when I first moved here? Why is it different when this guy does something stupid?
"I am so rich that I don't have to worry about anything."
After a while, the old cowboy sitting next to Zhang Chi shook his glass and muttered something, which finally woke Zhang Chi up.
It turns out that rich people and poor people are treated completely differently.
"George, how's your horse doing?"
A cowboy asked with a smile.
Zhang Chi was stunned for a moment and thought to himself: Didn't you talk about my good neighbor? Why did you turn to me again?
"It's okay. I'll give it to Mason for training in a while," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
"If you want to send it, you have to send it early."
The cowboys laughed.
Zhang Chi looked at them and thought: You scum, you are so damn mocking me, why don't you mock the guy next door named Liu! If someone is rich, you just take it for granted that you do stupid things?
You are right!
These cowboys really don’t laugh at the scum named Liu, because Liu is too rich. In the United States, rich people are the real bosses. These poor cowboys only have envy in their hearts and cannot even think of looking down upon them.
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In the eyes of these cowboys, no matter how much money is spent, it is only because people have money. If you don't have money, you can't spend it like this.
It's 8,000 cows at the first sale. They won't be able to earn this money in a lifetime, let alone a lifetime.
As soon as the eight thousand cows were taken, these cowboys lost their temper. There was no way they could think of ridicule. As for whether to raise them or not, look at other people's hay trucks. Buying grass at this time doesn't even tremble at all.
Yeah, how deep is this pocket to be able to do this?
On the contrary, Zhang Chi, who only has more than 500 acres of pasture, is much closer to their lives.
Our ancestors have a saying: If you are close, you will feel inferior; if you are far, you will resent!
It means that if two people are close, they will look down on you and not respect you enough. If they are far apart, they will blame you for not getting into trouble.
In the United States, it has to be replaced by: poor people are not inferior, rich people are envious.
"I sent it a long time ago. Mason's level can be improved a bit," another cowboy said.
Zhang Chi thought to himself: That's right. He and Mason signed a training contract. Besides, he had fed him several scoops of gourd juice. It wouldn't be a problem if he continued feeding him like this.
The most important thing is that according to Cannon, Silly Damu is very edible. One horse needs to eat the food of two horses. If it can eat, it can naturally poop. It can poop thirty or forty pounds in a night, and Cannon shovels the poop.
The workload has also kept up.
You must know that the training contract you signed includes fodder. Instead of letting it eat in your own stable, it is better to let it eat in Mason's stable and save some money on food.
Thinking of this, Zhang Chi decided to send Shadamu to Mason later. Anyway, he couldn't let the old man take advantage of him, and he couldn't save the cost of training.
After drinking all the remaining wine in the bottle, Zhang Chi took out the money from his pocket, put it under the bottle, stood up and walked towards the door of the bar.
"George, let's talk for a while."
Someone was making noises.
Zhang Chi said: "It's time to go back, we still have to send the horse to Mason."
"When your horse competes, I will definitely buy it and win."
After leaving the house, Zhang Chi could still hear the laughter of the gangsters behind him.
Zhang Chi untied Chi Yanshan's reins, climbed onto the horse's back, got out onto the horse track, and walked slowly back along the horse track.
When passing the small wooden bridge on the road, Zhang Chi heard the sound of rushing water in the snow-covered river.
"Spring has really come."
Zhang Chi sighed with emotion.
The first half of the winter is about to pass, and the sound of water flowing in the river that has been buried by heavy snow is heard again, which proves that the snow on the mountains has begun to melt.
He took out his mobile phone and called Mason, informing him that he had sent Sha Damu over today. Mason had nothing to say. He was using people's money to eliminate disasters. No matter how much he despised Sha Damu, he had a training contract.
, it is his task to train Silly Damu.
Picking up the cell phone, Zhang Chi returned to the ranch and headed straight for the stables.
Silly Damu was still standing in the corridor eating grass, still sticking his big butt towards the door, and there was still a lot of shit under his butt.
To put it bluntly, one good thing about Silly Damu is that he never kicks or bites people, let alone other horses. He is as honest as a wooden stake.
He picked up the bridle hanging on the wall and put it on Sha Damu. Zhang Chi pulled Sha Damu out of the stable.
"BOSS"
Brian pushed the cart over and was preparing to shovel the stables. He saw Zhang Chi taking Silly Dam outside, so he said hello.
"Take it out and let it go? No need to let it go, it will just stand in one place."
Zhang Chi said: "It's not about letting him go, he's sending him to the Mason Racecourse for training."
Brian really wanted to say that such a stupid horse should not be given any training, as it would not learn even if it was trained.
There is no way! IQ is a flaw. It is not a flaw like being scratched with a knife, but a kind of flaw that splits after birth. It is completely hopeless.
But after thinking about it for a while, Brian swallowed his words. The boss can do whatever he wants. As a working cowboy, don't do this. Working hard is the last word.
"Then be careful, it's not easy to walk on the road now." Brian's words were replaced by warm concern.