At this time, the commentator was very energetic and spoke as fast as a machine gun.
“No. 3 is now in first place, and No. 5 has already overtaken from the outside. Jockey Smith is very confident in his horse and chooses to overtake at the corner.
No. 16 has also caught up. It is now in the third position. It has accelerated. Soon, very soon, it has surpassed No. 3. Now it has occupied the second position and is only one step away from No. 5.
Half the length of a horse, it has caught up, and the gap between the two is narrowing.
No. 9 is now in the third position. The original No. 3 seemed to have a little lack of stamina. We are waiting to see how it performs on the straight.
Now the five horses in the first group all have a chance, and the gap between them is not big.
Straight, straight, and there are still the last two hundred meters.
No. 4, No. 4.
God, where did it come from? I just blinked my eyes and it appeared in the third position, running faster and faster.
All the horses are sprinting, and in the last 100 meters, No. 4, No. 4, wow, God, it really seems to have a pair of invisible wings, it is flying, it is flying...".
"Hey, this commentator..." Zhang Chi didn't know how to describe this commentator.
Zheng Bohong said with a smile: "If I were not there, I would really think that there is a grand prix competition now. The winner of this shoutout must have a bonus of hundreds of thousands of dollars."
"Look, there's more than one stupid tree," Zhao Yue exclaimed.
Zhang Chi also noticed at this time that Sha Damu had surpassed the second horse by a horse's head, and his speed had improved slightly.
Soon at fifty meters, Shadamu passed another one.
There were only about thirty meters away from the finish line, and Shadamu passed one again.
This was such a surprise to Zhang Chi that he stood up instantly and shouted at Sha Damu: "If we exceed a few more, the little guy will run away with his life."
When it reached ten meters, Shadamu really surpassed him by two more.
Although the race was already over at this time, because the winning horse had already crossed the finish line, not only the winning horse, but also the three leading horses almost all crossed the finishing line at the same time.
The competition for the top three is very fierce. The three horses hit the line almost at the same time. It is difficult for the human eye to tell who hit the line first.
As one of the horse owners in this race, Zhang Chi was very calm because when he came he announced his intention to pay for the prince to study with him.
With a bunch of new horses, the prize money in this race is definitely not that high. This is how the racecourse works. All the horse owners in the same race contribute part of their money, and everyone works together to give prize money to the top three horse owners.
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This operation is a bit shameless, but the racecourse is a strong party. If you don't want to, just go elsewhere to compete. No one is asking you to pay this money.
And like many small racecourses, this kind of operation is normal. If they don’t make money from you, where will the wages of the venue staff come from? How to attract horse owners to come and compete?
Of course, if you are very famous, these racetracks will pay you to come and compete.
In a business society, this kind of thing is normal.
Anyway, Zhang Chi is not qualified to challenge the racecourse. He belongs to the group of people who take money from their pockets.
When Shadamu crossed the finish line, he ran sixth, which is average.
Zhang Chi was so happy at this time that he waved his fist in the air.
The people next to him were looking at him, thinking: This guy's horse won the first place in this race? No, the ranking hasn't been shown on the big screen yet. How did he know?
If they knew that Zhang Chi's horse only finished sixth from the bottom, these people might have dropped the hot dogs in their hands: You are so happy for the first place, but now you are sixth from the bottom, how can you be so happy?
Zhang Chi is acting like a child who has won the world championship, but is standing on the playground of a kindergarten.
"Let's go to the stables to see Silly Damu," Zhang Chi said happily to Zheng Bohong and the others.
Now Zheng Bohong and the others looked at Zhang Chi and felt that Zhang Chi, like his horse, was a bit mentally retarded. They subconsciously moved their buttocks to stay away from this guy Zhang Chi, so as not to infect them with his stupidity.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Chi noticed.
Zheng Bohong said: "Brother, you are only sixth and still at the bottom. Are you so happy?"
"Sixth from the bottom is not a ranking?"
"Junior horse! It's like the first grade of elementary school. Your son got a hundred points in the exam. You can't act like he got into Qingbei." Zheng Bohong was really speechless.
Zhang Chi said: "I am very satisfied. Do you want to go? If not, I will go myself."
The three of them thought that nothing had happened anyway. The next few games were all going to be of this level, so they should just go and watch.
So the four of them walked out of the stands together and headed directly to the stables.
When we arrived at the place, Sha Damu had already unsaddled him, and the jockeys had disappeared. Only Mason and his assistant were taking care of Sha Damu.
Seeing Sha Damu, Zhang Chi's face was all smiles. He couldn't help but be unhappy. Sha Damu's performance proved that gourd pulp is really effective. The first step has been successful. Now he is ready to implement the second step, that is Buy a normal thoroughbred horse and implement your own transformation plan.
"Well done, good boy! Do you have any apples? Give me one. I want to feed it myself." Zhang Chi reached out and patted Sha Damu on the neck, looking at Sha Damu as if he were seeing a pile of green bills.
Zheng Bohongsan took another neat step back, feeling that Zhang Chi was really...well, humorous.
Not far from Zhang Chi and Sha Damu, only 20 meters away, is the top horse and its owner, currently being interviewed by two or three reporters.
Isn't there a prize for the winning horse?
Yes, but not at this level. If you want to give awards and be interviewed on the track, then wait until your horse wins a regular competition. Even if you win the first place in this kind of competition, you are not qualified to be on the track. Show off, because the entire United States has this kind of champion, not even ten thousand, but several thousand. There are so many things worth a damn amount of money.
The top horse is treated like this, but you, the sixth from the bottom, are completely a sixth-grade guy. How can the horse owner still be happy?
Zheng Bohongsan's performance is considered good. If Zhang Chi's good neighbor turns around and runs away, people cannot afford to lose this person.
After a while, Zheng Bohong discovered that not only Zhang Chi was happy, but trainer Mason also seemed to be very happy.
Now he really didn't understand. Why was he so happy when he was sixth from the bottom? Didn't the two of them have other tricks, playing tricks on each other, pretending to be a sheep and eating the tiger?
It's so damn impossible. This is a racecourse, and the horse must run fast. What a stupid thirty-six plan.
With doubts, Zheng Bohong asked, "Is sixth from the bottom very high?"
Mason was really surprised. Hearing Zheng Bohong ask this, he smiled and said: "Then you don't know the speed of the silly big tree before. Let's put it this way, it can't even run a donkey. I'm not exaggerating. I'm telling the truth. It really can’t outrun the donkey at my racecourse. It’s a miracle that it can finish sixth today!”
Zheng Bohong felt that there was something wrong with the trainer's brain. The two of them just happened to come up with three silly words while standing next to each other!
Zhang Chi and Mason were enjoying themselves when their assistant came over with Xiao Ran.
"BOSS, the racecourse said that there will be a 2000m race tomorrow afternoon and several horses have withdrawn. I want to ask you if you want to come on as a substitute."
Mason was stunned for a moment after hearing this: "Substitute?"
The assistant glanced at the big silly guy next to him, that is, silly big wood, which meant that silly big wood was sent to appear.
Mason did not expect this. He subconsciously thought that another horse was his substitute, so he must not be happy in his heart, because running the horse for two days in a row would be harmful to the horse.
But silly wood?
That's a different matter.
Why? Because Mason feels that this game has already reached the ceiling of Silly Damu. The remaining games are for Silly Damu to enjoy the game. After these games, will George be willing to send it to the slaughterhouse or take it back to the pasture to raise?
He has little to do with Mason.
Then Mason turned his attention to Zhang Chi, asking for his opinion.
"Is there still such a thing?" Zhang Chi was a little confused.
Mason explained: "Sometimes something like this happens. Some horses may withdraw from the race due to unexpected reasons, and there may be fewer horses in the race...".
Zhang Chi understood that there were too few horses in a race, and the racecourse was not very good-looking, so he found other horses to compete, to put it bluntly, to make up the numbers - to build momentum.
Competitions and formal competitions usually have substitutes, but these substitutes will also come to the stables of the racecourse. Whether you can make it depends on your luck.
But there aren’t that many rules to follow in a junior race in a small place like this. Moreover, in the junior races tomorrow afternoon, the horses participating will all be of considerable strength. After these two or three races, it will be the highlight of tomorrow.
, two G3 games and one G2 game, appetizers before the main course, you have to have some strength, right?
Today, several horses at the racecourse caught a cold, and some had physical problems during training. The substitutes were all on the bench, and the scene was still a bit small, so the racecourse wanted to find some horses to fill in.
Six horses in a race are definitely not as powerful as sixteen horses, not to mention the lottery. If you don't have more choices, how can you make money from horse fans? Guessing six horses is not as difficult as guessing ten or so horses.
"Run! Why don't you run!"
Zhang Chi didn't hesitate at all. He heard that Sha Damu could still run away. Don't worry about it tomorrow, he would do it immediately!
Mason didn't have any objections. He was also happy to see Silly Damu finish the remaining games in one day, and he would have less trouble in the future.
"Then I'll make arrangements," Mason said.
The two of them did what they said. Mason went to the racecourse main committee to complete the formalities, while Zhang Chi followed Mason's assistant back to Shadamu's stable.
As soon as he returned to the stable compartment, Sha Damu lowered his head and ate the apple given by Zhang Chi.
"Good boy, he has such a long face"
Zhang Chi laughed.
Zheng Bohong and the other three stood nearby, turning their heads and not daring to look at the man and the horse. The scene felt too inconsistent, so they went to look at the horse next to them.
The management of the stables here is not too strict. It is like a serious competition. So many people should not come in at this time. Again, the level is not enough, and the conditions are naturally not that good. All horses are
Coming here like this, Silly Damu is not special.
Just when Zhang Chi was happy, Mason came back with a frown.