"You and Xiao Zhang actually know each other. Oh, I told you earlier, Xiao Zhang and I are neighbors..." Zhang Chi's good neighbor said with a smile.
Zhang Chi looked at him, and the way he looked at Zheng Bohong became more and more like a vicious dog's joy at seeing shit.
Oh, that's wrong, Zheng Bohong is not shit, but his good neighbor is indeed a vicious dog.
The good neighbor and Zheng Bohong were all showing off, and then they turned to Zhang Chi and asked: "Xiao Zhang, didn't you say you wouldn't come over today? Has your horse finished running?"
Zhang Chi explained: "I really finished the race. I finished sixth from the bottom yesterday, but if I have a chance to do it again today, why don't I come here?"
"Continuous running?" The good neighbor was a little surprised.
Zhang Chi said: "It's not a good horse. It's just for fun."
"Which game is it?" asked the good neighbor.
Hearing Zhang Chi announce the race, the good neighbor suddenly laughed: "What a coincidence, my horse is also running in this race today, so we can be regarded as competing in the same race."
The good neighbor didn't take Zhang Chi's horse seriously. He knew Zhang Chi's background. Even if he didn't have to guess how much Zhang Chi bought the horse, he could roughly know the price of Zhang Chi's horse.
According to his estimate, Zhang Chi bought a horse for 50,000 to 60,000 yuan, which is too much for him. How much more? Doesn’t the good neighbor feel that he looks down on this kid? He is willing to spend so much money to buy a horse!
My own horse? Not only does it have a pure bloodline, its parents are both G1 champion horses. Good Neighbor spent more than a million dollars to buy it.
That's what Good Neighbor is like. He won't save any money. He was originally planning to go to Australia to live. Now that he's in the United States, he has to establish his name, and the most effective way to establish his name is in the media.
He was exposed, and horse racing was one of his methods.
Zhang Chi knew this bitch very well. The more sincere he smiled, the harder he scolded him in his heart.
But Zhang Chi also knew that this guy's horse must be good, and Silly Damu would most likely not be able to outrun him, so he said humbly: "We are just competing in the same field, and your brother's horse must be a good one this time."
champion".
"You can't say that, the champion still has to be determined by competition. I hope so, I hope so." The good neighbor's happy eyes almost disappeared.
The confidence of a good neighbor is not in vain. His horses are indeed good. How good are they? Many horses withdraw from the race for various reasons. In fact, many horse owners do not want to collide with the horses of a good neighbor.
This is the first time for me to compete. It would be better to get a small first place in a race. Why compete with an extremely outstanding horse here.
Everyone wants to get off to a good start, so many horse owners who don’t have much confidence but have good horses choose to avoid the edge and choose next week’s race to avoid horses from good neighbors.
From this point of view, it can be seen that it is not unfair at all for Good Neighbor to spend millions of dollars.
"Which race is your horse from?" Zheng Bohong asked aloud at this time.
"Badao, which horse is your horse?" asked the good neighbor.
"Fourteen ways" Zhang Chi said.
The good neighbor smacked his lips and said, "I don't have the nerve to say that your number is unlucky. Fourteen, isn't it going to kill you?" It's also unlucky to have a bad number. You just peed all over the place.
"What's the name of your horse?" Zhao Yue asked.
The good neighbor said: "I have always regarded these four words as my creed in life, so I named it after these four words. I hope it can also win upright...".
Zhang Chi looked at his beaming neighbors and felt a little absurd.
He thought to himself: You are so upright and upright, but you have to tell your own conscience, which of these four words do you have anything to do with? I think your horse might as well be called shameless!
Well, if I have a horse in the future, I will call him a shameless good neighbor.
After bragging for a long time and putting gold on his face for a long time, the good neighbor finally stopped. He stopped not because he didn't want to talk anymore, but because he found that the people in front of him were a little distracted, not at all.
As I said in the board of directors, if anyone dares to do a job, I will tell him to get out immediately.
He told the people in front of him to get lost. It was obvious that he was not qualified and no one was criticizing him, so he stopped talking.
"Don't stay here. Let's go to my box. I have food and wine there, as well as some business friends. Everyone is drinking, tasting food, and watching the horse racing. This is
enjoy".
Zheng Bohong and the others don't want to go.
Just when Zheng Bohong was about to refuse, Zhang Chi spoke.
"Is this... this... not good?" Zhang Chi was a little hesitant and a little hopeful, giving a rich interpretation of a poor man who wanted to go but was too embarrassed to go.
When Zheng Bohong saw Zhang Chi's appearance, he thought to himself: Hey! I originally thought that someone named Liu was shameless enough, and Zhang Chi didn't give in much!
When the good neighbor heard this, he immediately brightened up and said, "What's so embarrassing about this? Our relationship is just for worrying about this?"
A good neighbor wants to beat Zhang Chi in person, watch his own horse cross the finish line and win the championship, and then watch Zhang Chi's horse eat ashes, that is the real enjoyment.
"To be honest, I have never seen what private rooms at a racecourse look like." Zhang Chi smiled, with a bit of admiration for private rooms on his face.
Seeing the expression on Zhang Chi's face, Zheng Bohong subconsciously took half a step back and decided to stay away from Zhang Chi to avoid being struck by lightning.
Zheng Bohong also knew a little about Zhang Chi. Even when he saw Melika's manor, he never showed such an expression. Zheng Bohong had never entered the private room of the racecourse, but he believed that even if it was a wealthy man in this shabby racecourse,
It won't be better decorated than Melika's manor.
If you have seen the Forbidden City, how could you be amazed by the Wang Family Courtyard? At most, you just think that this family is very rich and there are so many houses, so you will not feel as majestic and solemn as the emperor when you see the Forbidden City.
"What's going on here? Come on, follow me, brother! In fact, this private room is nothing. To be honest, in terms of infrastructure, this place in Laos and the United States is far behind mainland China...and China...".
When the good neighbor heard this, he immediately happily took Zhang Chi's arm and prepared to take him back to his private room.
Zhang Chi said on his side: "You guys go first, I'll go to the bathroom."
"Okay, hurry up." The good neighbor told Zhang Chi his private room number, and immediately turned his attention to Zheng Bohong and the others.
Zheng Bohong wanted to say that I would also go with Zhang Chi, but he didn't say it out loud. The good neighbor grabbed Zheng Bohong and was very enthusiastic.
Just when Zheng Bohong felt goosebumps all over his body, Zhang Chi had already led Xiaopao back to the stable.
At this time, Aidan had completed the last weigh-in and was ready to mount the horse.
Mason was also ready, and when he saw Zhang Chi running over panting, he was a little curious.
"Are you here just now?" Mason asked.
Zhang Chi waved his hand and said to Aidan: "Go up and run like crazy. As long as you can beat No. 8, I will make up for the bonus of the first jockey."
"Let go and run?" Aidan asked.
Zhang Chi nodded: "Run to your death!"
When Aidan heard this, he thought to himself: I have been riding horses for several years, and this is the first time I have heard such a request. We can't do anything else, but we are good at running to death. As long as you don't hesitate to ride, we will dare to run!
After thinking for a moment, Aidan looked at Mason.
"Look at what he did, follow my request, show off your ability to suck milk, and run to death for me. I won't blame you if you run to death," Zhang Chi said.
Only then did Aidan nod.
"Okay, that's it!"
After saying this, Zhang Chi ran away again.
Mason looked at Zhang Chi's back and shouted: "I still have something to do...man, run so fast!"
Mason actually had good news to tell Zhang Chi, that is, the big secret horse he bought yesterday. This morning, he asked the jockey to trot for half a circle, and finally found that Zhang Chi had found a treasure. The speed of the big secret horse
, to use a Chinese saying that relieves anger: running too fast, like a white lightning.
Such a horse is worth not to mention ten thousand dollars, but hundreds of thousands of dollars. I really don’t know why the fool in front of me sold it. Of course, the most likely reason is that the jockey is too bad and he didn’t perform even 10% of the horse’s performance.
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"Just follow what George said, he hates his neighbor so much."
Mason knew whose horse No. 8 belonged to, and he couldn't hide the mess in Amber Town from him.
Aidan nodded, and his assistant led the bridle towards the circle at the entrance of the track.
All the horses here will be led by assistants, walking around a road that looks like a big carousel on the road. Usually there will be horse fans here to watch the horses, check the condition of the horses, or just to see them.
Go to the horse of God in your heart.
Of course, there are not many horse fans at this carousel now, and there will not be many people here until the last two games. There are only two or three kittens at the moment, and most of them are reporters from horse-related newspapers.
Even if someone pays attention, the targets of attention are mostly two or three horses, such as Zhengda Guangguang, and no one will care about Silly Damu.
At this moment, Zhang Chi had already entered the box.
As for the decoration of the private room, Zhang Chi thought it was just that, but for the service in the private room, Zhang Chi really gave it a thumbs up.
To be honest, the service abroad is really very particular. You will get good service if you pay for it. Unlike many places in China, where everything is just about making money, the service awareness is as bad as shit. Even if you pay for it, you will be treated as such.
You are a fool.
A little girl with blond hair and blue eyes, wearing that little uniform on her body is so cool!
Not to mention the food and drink, there are actually some entertainment facilities in the private room. Maybe they are afraid that the wealthy people in the private room will be bored and let them kill time between games.
As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Chi didn't say anything, he just asked the beauties who were about to come to help to step aside, and got himself a plate of fruits. He picked the expensive ones and didn't get any stars from the cheap ones.
With the plate in hand, Zhang Chi realized that there were quite a few people in the private room. In addition to Zheng Bohong and his good neighbors, there were also three other gentle scum wearing glasses and suits.
Zhang Chi thinks that those who hang out with his good neighbors are not good people. As the old saying goes, birds of a feather flock together.
Can good people get together with good neighbors?
Isn't that nonsense?
"Xiao Zhang is here. Come here and introduce to you. This is Mr. Lu from Shengtai. This is..." As soon as the good neighbor saw Zhang Chi coming in, he immediately introduced the person.
"Oh, nice to meet you, nice to meet you." Zhang Chi chatted with the three of them, then took the plate and sat on the big sofa in front of the large floor-to-ceiling glass.
Hey! I have to say that the sofa here is much better than the hard chairs outside. When you sit on it, it feels so soft and comfortable that you even have to stretch your thumbs out of your buttocks.
Several friends of Good Neighbor didn't want to talk to Zhang Chi. They felt that Zhang Chi didn't look like a person of their own level. He looked a bit like a nouveau riche, or a small nouveau riche who had never seen the world.
They...well, they guessed it right. I have to say that businessmen are pretty good at judging people.