Zhang Chi stretched out his hand to interrupt Mason: "This is the one named Aidan. I think he is very suitable for riding a stupid big tree."
After hearing this, Mason almost cursed because he managed to find a jockey to ride Silly Damu, but when he brought him back, Zhang Chi, the horse owner, changed his mind.
"This Aidan is not good. He is too reckless and has injured several good horses. There is a reason why no one asks him to ride their own horses...".
Mason wanted to continue struggling.
Zhang Chi smiled and said: "I really think he is suitable. If you think about it, Shadamu is a bit lazy. He needs a strong jockey to urge him."
Mason really scolded her: Silly Big Wood is not lazy, but it can't run fast, okay? What does it have to do with the jockey? You can't win the championship even if you let Mike Smith ride the horse.
In order to find this jockey, Mason really wasted a lot of saliva, but now? Zhang Chi is playing like this, how can he be happy, just like in the company, you take good care of a customer, and suddenly the boss
I jumped out and directly messed up this matter. How can you not be angry?
But Zhang Chi didn't care whether Mason was angry or not. This was his horse and who would ride it. Mason, the trainer, could only make suggestions, and the decision-making power still rested in his hands.
He didn't care how much effort Mason spent to convince anyone, he now felt that Aidan, a stubborn little guy, was more suitable for Silly Damu.
To put it bluntly, Zhang Chi just wanted to ignore Sha Damu's life and death and see how fast Sha Damu could run with such a stubborn jockey riding him!
Mason looked at Zhang Chi for a few seconds.
Zhang Chi also looked at Mason, both of them had firm eyes, but in the end it was Mason who was defeated, because Mason knew that he was just a horse trainer, and Zhang Chi was the real horse owner, and Sha Damu’s life and death were not in his hands.
It was in the hands of Zhang Chi, the horse owner, not him.
"OK, you are the BOSS, the jockey question is as you wish," Mason could only say.
Zhang Chi nodded: "Then Aidan."
After the two agreed, they returned to Aidan, and of course there was another jockey.
Zhang Chi said to Aidan: "Tomorrow, you will ride the stupid big tree."
"You're attacking me!"
Another jockey heard this and yelled at Mason.
It's impossible for people not to be angry. Mason persuaded them to ride on Silly Damu through hard talk, and they followed suit. Now you tell them you're fired as soon as you get here.
It's like an employee comes for an interview. The news he got before was that it was just a formality, but now he is happy. If you tell him to pack up and get out, this person still has another company to work for. If this person doesn't scold you, then that's it.
What a strange thing.
"Joe, there's nothing I can do," Mason said.
Mason really has no choice.
The jockey named Joe looked at Zhang Chi and said angrily: "I will also play tomorrow, and I will kick your ass hard!"
Zhang Chi asked the jockey named Qiao calmly: "There are so many people who want to kick my ass. Have you lined up?"
After hearing this, Qiao gave Zhang Chi and Mason another hard look, then turned around and walked away like an inflated doll.
Mason really didn’t know what he was feeling now. He thought that he should let Silly Damu finish these games quickly. In the future, even if George, the bastard, brought horses like Secretariat and Seabiscuit, he would never give them to him again.
This fool has trained the horse.
Mason said to Aidan: "Have a good ride".
Aidan nodded and said: "I will definitely ride well and control my temper."
For Aidan, this riding opportunity is not an opportunity, but to be honest, it is the life-saving straw of his career.
Aidan knew what kind of horse Silly Damu was and that no one else was willing to ride it, but he was no longer qualified to choose because no owner who thought he was a good horse would let him be so stubborn and ruthless.
Jockeys come to ride their horses.
"Don't!"
As soon as Zhang Chi heard that Aidan was becoming gentler, he immediately spoke up to stop him.
"I want to see what kind of performance Shadamu can run if he works hard. You don't need to waste your horsepower, just try your best to make it run as fast as possible. No matter what accident happens, I won't blame you.
Use all your skills to make it go crazy fast!"
Aidan was a little dumbfounded. After riding for several years, Aidan met a horse owner like Zhang Chi for the first time. It was very clear that this horse owner wanted to ride a stupid horse to his death.
Seeing that Aidan was a little stupid, Zhang Chi said: "Don't understand?"
Aidan said: "I understand, but I don't understand whether you understand it or not!"
After hearing this, Zhang Chi thought to himself: Hey, why are you playing tongue twisters for me?
"I see!"
To Zhang Chi, there was not much difference between being sent to the slaughterhouse and running to death on the track.
Will he cherish Silly Damu? Don't be silly. Silly Damu is the experimental product he bought for 200 yuan. It is similar to the potatoes he bought from the vegetable market. Will you have feelings for the potatoes you bought?
Obviously not, Zhang Chi likes ink, likes Ergou Santiao, etc., but he doesn't care about Silly Damu, who would care about an experimental subject.
If you say this, you will definitely be criticized by a group of female saints, but Zhang Chi doesn't care.
Aidan said: "If you understand, I understand."
For Aidan, if he can win a championship this time, he means that if so, then his jockey life may continue. If not, then he may have to pack up and get out the day after tomorrow.
, now that the horse owner requires him to spare no effort, he is naturally willing to fight more.
Because Aidan has no choice, riding Silly Big Wood is an opportunity that is not a chance. Let Silly Big Wood run to death will undoubtedly increase this chance.
It doesn't suit his character that he won't agree.
"Then things will be easier to handle. Come on, I'm optimistic about you!"
Zhang Chi nodded towards Aidan.
So Shadamu’s jockey for tomorrow afternoon’s race has been determined.
Everything has been settled, but Silly Damu still doesn't know that tomorrow may be the day of his death, but he is still eating grass leisurely.
Zhang Chi said to Zheng Bohong and others: "Let's go."
So everyone walked towards the stable door together.
Zheng Bohong said to Zhang Chi: "You are really cruel, running to death! You will kill the horse."
"2000 can kill it. Silly Damu is too useless. Don't worry, I know it will definitely take off," Zhang Chi said.
In fact, Zhang Chi had a number in his mind! He just wanted to see how fast Sha Damu could run even if he risked his life. He assumed in his mind that he would be satisfied if he could run in the middle.
You must know that in tomorrow afternoon's race, all the horses are much better than this morning. They are all horses selected from the racecourse. Although they are all preliminary races, their level is naturally higher than that of the bastards in the first race this morning.
They are much taller.
It's like everyone is in the same grade. They are in the rocket class or the principal's class. You are in the ordinary class. If you can win a paper with others, why don't you go to the rocket class or the principal's class?
?
"I think you want Silly Damu to run away and die," Zhao Yue looked at Zhang Chi and said.
Zhang Chi said: "How come you have such a dark psychology! Am I that kind of person?"
Zhao Shuyi said: "I think so."
"..." Zhang Chi felt a little speechless, these people don't understand me.
The four of them walked to the empty field at the entrance of the stable. At this moment, another game was over, and many horse owners were standing in front of their horses.
While passing a bunch of people.
"Its endurance is so poor," a guy who looked like a horse owner sighed as he stretched out his hand to touch the neck of a white pony.
His trainer and jockey were also with the owner.
The jockey listened to the horse owner's words and nodded: "The reaction and speed at the gate are top-notch. I can still maintain the lead at 500 meters, but after 800 meters to 1,000 meters, the speed cannot be increased."
It's obviously weak, no matter how hard you push it, you can't lift it up."
The trainer also said at this moment: "What a pity, this horse is invincible within 800 meters, but it exceeds 1,000 meters."
He said and shook his head.
Very fast, but seriously lacking in stamina? Zhang Chi likes this kind of horse. Through Sha Damu’s performance, it seems that Hulu Luang has no ability at all. In terms of stamina, it can be said that he can help the horse a little bit.
Zhang Chi sounded very interesting, so he walked over and asked: "Hello everyone, is this horse racing finished?"
Isn't this nonsense? Of course the competition is over. If the competition is not over, the horse owner will have a sad face.
When Zheng Bohong and the others saw Zhang Chi actually approaching him, they thought to themselves: This guy has a social bull syndrome? Why do they always come up to him and say a few words when they see anything?
When the horse owner saw Zhang Chi, he was just polite: "The competition is over, are you also the horse owner?"
"Well, I am also a horse owner," Zhang Chi nodded.
The horse owner asked again: "Has your horse competed?"
"Competition, today's first competition, sixth place," Zhang Chi said with a smile.
The horse owner was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and thought to himself: You guy, you finished sixth in the first race, how come you are so happy as if you have won the championship?
The horse owner asked casually: "What is your horse's name?"
"Silly Damu!" Zhang Chi replied.
As soon as he heard about Silly Damu, the horse owner couldn't help but feel happy, and thought to himself: Then this sixth place winner is really worthy of your happiness.
why?
Now Shadamu can be said to be a star horse in the entire stable. Like a fool, he will be easily spotted and remembered by others if he is thrown into the crowd. Shadamu is one of the horses with Down syndrome among all the horses in this stable.
It's hard not to be remembered, not to mention that his pronunciation sounds a bit like the Middle Eastern leader who was killed by the United States.
"How is your horse?" Zhang Chi asked with a smile.
The horse owner was a little embarrassed now because his horse was ranked last in Nampowan.
However, for the sake of his own face, the horse owner opened his mouth and said: "I was two lengths ahead in the first 800 meters, but the final result was the last."
Zhang Chi was stunned for a moment, looked at the trainer, and thought to himself: Is this horse so good? It can actually be two lengths ahead of other horses in the first 800 meters. This kind of starting ability is too strong.
"Yes, I don't have enough endurance," the trainer also laughed.
"What about now?" Zhang Chi asked again.
"Go home," the horse owner said.
With this race, the owner has no interest in letting the gray horse run anymore. This is the fate of most horse racing. It is a matter of life and death. In other words, the horse's career is officially over, and its future destination may be
It may be a slaughterhouse, or it may be that the horse is retired at the owner's horse farm. Of course, it may also be castrated and used as a riding horse.
It's life or death, either losing your life or not being able to keep something. As for staying at the racecourse, it's almost like one in a million. No horse owner will raise a useless horse.