Riding Chi Yanshan, holding Sha Da Mu, he trotted all the way to the gate of Mason Racecourse.
After entering the racecourse gate and looking inside, Zhang Chi found that the racecourse was a little different. What was different? It was much more lively than before. There were many horses in the racecourse during the first two visits, but this time there were fewer horses and people. But there are more.
Of course, there weren't too many people in the racecourse. Zhang Chi saw seven or eight people working hard with their horses. As for whether there were any in the stables, Zhang Chi didn't know.
Anyway, there are more people than before.
Mason, who was standing at the door of the stable, saw Zhang Chi coming with Silly Damu and went straight to meet him. Seeing that Zhang Chi was about to dismount, he reached out and helped Zhang Chi grab the bridle of Chi Yanshan.
"It came very quickly," Mason said, sounding quite warm, but with Mason's coffin-stern face, it didn't make people feel warm at all.
"Well, if you send it here earlier, it will be over soon." Zhang Chi smiled and got off his horse.
After dismounting, he directly handed the reins of Silly Damu to Mason and tied Chiyanshan to the horse hitch next to him.
Mason held Shada Mu, looked at it and asked, "This guy seems to have grown taller."
Zhang Chi started to pretend to be stupid: "Have you grown taller again? You were almost this tall when I brought you home, right?"
Mason feels that Silly Damu has grown taller, but he doesn’t care much about how taller he is. Although Mason is old and has a good memory, if you ask him to remember the statistics of the horse, it will definitely be correct, but if you ask him to remember the statistics of the inferior horse, , he really can’t remember.
Just like a big tree, whether it grows taller or shrinks, it doesn't matter to Mason.
"Oh, then let's be this high." Mason led Silly Damu towards the stable, while chatting with Zhang Chi sideways.
Zhang Chi said: "The racecourse is very lively now, and there are more people than before."
Mason smiled and said, "It's not enough if there are not many people. In addition to my original thoroughbred horses, some people have also sent some horses for training. You see, now there are horses in more than half of the stalls."
The two of them had already entered the stable, and Mason said to a cowboy in front of him: "Sean, come here and lead this horse to room 22. Feed it some food first, and then pull it out in half an hour and let it go." Lekley rode it for a lap to test its basic data, and then took it for a half-hour swim..."
Zhang Chi was a little dizzy and thought to himself: Why does this old man have so much money in his pocket now?
Mason didn't know what Zhang Chi was thinking at the moment. He was currently instructing everyone to work.
Now for Mason, the plight of the racecourse has not been solved, but has been pushed back. Now Mason is using the money that everyone has pooled together and the contracts given by everyone, and then asked the bank for a loan to maintain the racecourse.
If he cannot fundamentally change the economic situation of the racecourse after one year, bankruptcy will still be waiting for him.
Now Mason can be said to be fighting hard, putting all his hopes on a few horses. At this moment, in order to keep his own horse farm, Mason needs a few wins, even if it is a victory at the level of G2\G3. , it is also quite important to him.
If he wants to keep the horse farm, the best way is to win a lucrative horse training contract.
A few G2\G3 games were easy for Mason in the past.
But now, he is no longer the former Mason who was the most popular in the horse racing circle and whose horses he trained have won countless competitions.
Mason has been away from the horse racing circle for many years. Now, if you have been away from any profession for a few years, no matter how outstanding or profitable you are, you will be forgotten by most people. Not to mention the highly competitive horse trainer industry.
No one knows Mason's name now, and no one cares about his level. Even if they know, they will doubt whether his ability can keep up with the times.
Therefore, most of Mason's horse training contracts now come from small contracts with neighbors in Amber Town, and the training fees are not high.
Mason also understands that these contracts given to him are a helping hand, not to help him solve his debts. While he is grateful, he must also make himself more valuable so that he can obtain more and more generous commission contracts.
If you want to obtain these contracts, you need results. The more awards you win as a trainer, the more horse owners will naturally want to entrust you to train horses, and the more generous the contracts will be.
This is almost like most industries, the horse trainer industry is almost winner-take-all.
The horses in the hands of winning horse trainers cannot be trained, and the rubbish horse trainers have no horses to train.
At this point in the racecourse, Mason finally gave up and bowed to reality, so he returned to being an economic animal and put up his own airs again.
He invited several retired old guys to come over and paired them with some young people to form a racecourse team of young and old, and they devoted most of their energy to the few horses in the current racecourse.
"Do you have any requests?" Mason watched the young assistant lead Sha Damu away, and turned to Zhang Chi, who was looking at the horse in the cubicle and asked.
How could Zhang Chi have any opinions? He was like a rolling pin blowing fire to a horse - he knew nothing about it!
Besides, Zhang Chi felt that he had done everything he could and could not do. He had already fed several scoops of gourd pulp, and all that was left was to see Silly Damu's results.
"If I have a chance to put it on the track and run against other horses, well, I would need at least two or three races. Anything less will not reflect its level, so I'd better do more, maybe five races," Zhang Chi said.
One game determined the outcome, and then he killed Sha DaMu. Zhang Chi felt a little sorry for the two hundred yuan he paid and the commission contract signed with Mason, so he asked Sha DaMu to run at least two or three games, if possible.
Four or five games are fine.
As long as Shadamu can finish in the middle of most races, Zhang Chi feels that he can safely pick a good horse and feed it gourd pulp.
Of course, Silly Damu will still be sent to the slaughterhouse and accept his ordinary fate as a horse.
Don't blame Zhang Chi for being cruel. Not to mention horses like Silly Damu that are not competitive at all. Even if there are many good-looking horses, they will only end up in the slaughterhouse if they fail to perform well.
Thoroughbred horses have almost no use other than racing on the track.
It's not good at driving calves, it's not as good as a quarter horse, or even an ordinary ranch horse.
Even for ordinary riding, there are very few people who have no trouble riding a thoroughbred horse.
Their legs are too thin and too easily injured. Once they get stuck in a mouse hole in the grass or step on a stone while running fast, the jockey on horseback will most likely only have four words:
Life or death is uncertain!
Therefore, thoroughbred horses that cannot go on the track, or do not perform well on the track, will end up in the slaughterhouse. Only those horses with outstanding performance and the opportunity to be bred can survive.
After hearing this, Mason said to Zhang Chi: "George, I think you have to be realistic. I know you want to help me by buying this horse. I also hope that it can run very well, but this is not realistic. My
friend!
Shadamu can't even win a junior match, you have to accept this reality."
"Mason, Mason, Mason, I repeat, I didn't buy him to help you or anything, I just liked him very much. I thought he was an excellent horse, so I paid for it, and now I
He is in your hands, and the next thing you have to do is to train it carefully according to the contract, and then let it run on the track for a few races, at least three, and preferably five," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
Whether Sha Damu's grades are good or not, Zhang Chi's Niu coins still have to be boasted. They have to pave the way for the future. When the time comes, I will buy a good horse and toss around to make money. I have to make myself look like I have some horse knowledge.
"Please trust my expertise," Mason said.
Now that he has signed the contract, Mason feels that he must train Silly Damu according to the requirements. This is his professional ethics.
As for what Zhang Chi said about going to the track three or five times, Mason thinks it is not necessary at all.
Shadamu was a horse bred at his racecourse. He felt that he knew Shadamu too well and there was no possibility of achieving results.
The purpose of this statement is to make Zhang Chi give up on this idea and stop daydreaming. You are too stupid to do that.
"I don't think three games are necessary. Two games can roughly show its capabilities, and the entry level still costs money," Mason said.
Horse racing is a big sport in the United States. According to statistics, about 100,000 horse racing is held in the United States every year, with more than 90 million spectators and a ticket sales of 15 billion US dollars.
Most of the 100,000 competitions are junior competitions. This is actually the same as athlete selection. The talented ones are selected from 10,000 young athletes and gathered together, and then better ones are selected from among these talented athletes.
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In this way, the layers form a pyramid structure, with a large number of amateurs at the bottom.
This junior horse racing is almost like an amateur version of human athletes.
There are many such events, but in most places you have to pay to participate in such competitions, including venue fees and round-trip transportation costs. The most expensive ones are the team fees, trainers, jockeys, assistants, etc.
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No matter how incompetent Mason is, if he takes someone out for a trip to the nearest racetrack, it will cost between three and five thousand dollars.
So what Mason means is don't waste this money. There is no need for your silly big wood.
But Zhang Chi shook his head firmly: "Do as I say and run five times. If you don't run this many times, how can you do it? You can't see Silly Damu's talent."
"The fees incurred in the competition are not included in the training contract," Mason reminded.
Zhang Chi said with a strong voice: "Of course I paid for it. Then I will have to cheer for Silly Damu with my own eyes."
Mason had no choice but to persuade and persuade him. This man must be stubborn, so he would have no choice but to make money from Zhang Chi without conscience.
I'll give you a good practice. As for your results after getting on the track, you can't blame me. It's at this level and it's unrealistic for you to let Silly Damu take the first place. Even if it's the first place in the kindergarten level, it has nothing to do with Silly Damu.