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Chapter 1218 Betting on Horses (4)

Although Zhuang Rui's performance is very good, Dr. Shuwen is still not very optimistic about this horse, for no other reason, because Chasing Wind has passed the best time for horse racing training, and it is impossible to compete with those thoroughbreds in a short distance. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Dr. Shuwen, the quality of the horse only knows when you run over, this is your horse in this competition?"

Zhuang Rui smiled when he heard this, and didn't do a battle of words, some things were more convincing than said, but Zhuang Rui was focusing on a pure-blooded horse following Shu Wen at the moment.

The height of this horse is about one meter seven, the hair on the whole body shows a deep red, smooth and shiny like silk, the horse's back is straight, and the lines are very graceful.

Dr. Shuwen turned around and rubbed the horse's back with his hand, and said proudly: "Yes, this horse is called Rocket, and it is a descendant of a thoroughbred horse in the British royal family, and its family tree dates back to two hundred years ago, and it is one of the most noble horses in the world......

Not only should famous dogs pay attention to bloodlines, but the bloodline of horses is more strict, and the longer a thoroughbred horse is inherited, the more expensive it is, and even if you have money, you may not be able to buy it.

Because of Shu Wen's friendship with the British royal family, he was able to buy one, but it cost him tens of millions of dollars, which is enough to catch up with the price of a luxury private jet.

"Hehe, rocket, good name......"

Zhuang Rui smiled noncommittally after hearing the English name of the horse, and after translating into Chinese, it means rocket, which shows the speed of this horse.

While Zhuang Rui and Dr. Shu Wen were chatting, several more people walked into the racecourse, and behind each of them was a jockey leading a horse.

Zhuang Rui looked fixedly, in addition to Guo Daheng, even Li Chaoren also came, but although they were wearing casual sportswear, they were not wearing riders' clothes like Dr. Shu Wen.

"Little guy, you're here too, tsk, when I see your horse, my horse can be thrown away......" Guo Daheng's voice came from a long distance.

"Hehe, old man, why don't we have a round?"

Zhuang Rui laughed when he heard this, compared with the gambling king with a hazy temperament, he had a better impression of this straightforward old man.

"Forget it, I haven't ridden a horse in more than ten years, and the old bones can't stand the bumps......"

Even a business tycoon like Guo Daheng has to bow his head in front of the years, not to mention these people, who are as strong as Genghis Khan, who laid down a huge country on horseback, and finally can't ride on his beloved horse?

"By the way, lad, have you chosen the jockey for tomorrow's race?"

Li Chaoren, who was standing side by side with Guo Daheng, asked Zhuang Rui with concern, but he, like Guo Daheng, put a heavy bet on Zhuang Rui.

Zhuang Rui smiled and brought Timur over to the side, and said: "The jockey is made by my eldest brother Anda Timur, he is a famous rider on the steppe......

"He is a jockey?"

After Li Chaoren and Guo Daheng looked Timur up and down, they suddenly showed a strange look on their faces, and stood there looking at each other.

"What's the matter, two old men, Timur's riding skills are much better than mine......"

Although the two old men didn't say anything, Zhuang Rui saw a disapproving look on the face of Dr. Shu Wen on the side, and it was obvious that they were not very optimistic about Timur.

"Ahem, little one, this jockey is very important for horse racing, this young man is very good, but he is a little too tall......"

With the age, identity and status of Guo Daheng and others, there is naturally no need to hide it when talking to Zhuang Rui, and directly express the concerns in their hearts.

And after seeing Timur, the two tycoons in the Chinese business circle began to waver a little from their previous decisions, and let someone like Timur be a jockey, but the probability of Zhuang Rui winning was a little smaller.

You must know that speed horse racing is to stimulate the maximum potential of the horse in the shortest possible time, which also requires the weight of the horse to be as light as possible, so the jockey of speed horse racing is generally under 1.7 meters.

And Timur's burly figure of more than 1.8 meters and nearly 200 pounds is extremely rare even among the jockeys of synchronized horse racing.

The horses in the speed race are not Mongolian horses, they are all extremely expensive thoroughbreds, and such a person riding on a horse has a decisive impact on the outcome of the race.

And can ride a horse and understand the horse, it does not necessarily become a good jockey, in the horse racing world, although the light of the jockey is shrouded by the famous horse, but the effort behind them is a lot of training and sweat.

If you want to become a qualified rider and achieve the realm of unity between man and horse, you must first become good friends with the horse, understand the horse's habits, diet, preferences, and biological clock must also be consistent with the horse.

A good jockey has strict requirements for mental and physical qualities, such as riding a horse and whipping, galloping between the world, the bumps on the horse's back, and the strength of the legs.

A famous rider in the world of horse racing once said: It took me three months to learn to sit on horseback, three months to learn to step on stirrups, and another three months to overcome the feeling of soreness in my legs after riding a horse.

Although Timur lived on the steppe and got along with horses since he was a child, Guo Daheng and others could see that Chasing Feng was not familiar with him, which was one of the reasons why they were not optimistic about Timur.

"Zhuang Rui'an replied, what did they say?"

Timur didn't understand the Cantonese Mandarin of Guo Daheng and others, but he could see that these people seemed to be talking about him.

"Timur replied, it's nothing, they want to see your demeanor when you ride a horse, you can ride on the wind and walk around......"

Zhuang Rui didn't dare to tell Timur the truth, otherwise the bloodiness of the steppe man would come up, but regardless of the noble status of these old men in front of him, he might be able to show them a face on the spot.

"Okay, I've wanted to ride and chase the wind for a long time......"

Timur didn't have so much thought, after listening to Zhuang Rui's words, he was overjoyed, he had been greedy for chasing the wind for a long time, but chasing the wind never bought his account, that is, Zhuang Rui did a lot of work to chase the wind yesterday, so he barely let Timur ride on his back.

When handing over the reins to Timur's hand, Zhuang Rui leaned into Timur's ear and said softly: "Brother Timur, don't let go of the speed when you turn around, try to slow down, don't let them see our reality ......"

"Hehe, I know, promise to surprise them tomorrow......"

Timur smiled when he heard this, did not step on the stirrup, and directly wrapped his arms around the neck of Chasing Wind with one hand, and rode on the horse's back, while Chasing Wind stood firmly in place, and his body did not even shake.

"Good!"

"Nice, good riding......"

Timur's action on the horse made several onlookers praise loudly, and the figure of more than one meter and eight meters, being able to have such dexterous movements made several old people have a little confidence in Timur.

Dr. Shu Wen, who was standing next to him, frowned steadily when he saw this scene, but from what he did just now, he saw some things that Guo Daheng and others had not observed.

Timur's riding skills are exquisite, which is naturally needless to say, but Dr. Shuwen values the physique of chasing the wind more, a person weighing nearly two hundred pounds turned over and got on the horse, without a trace of shaking, which shows that the power of chasing the wind is extremely great, far from being comparable to ordinary horses.

The power of the horse often means that the explosive power is stronger, which is exactly what the short-range speed horse racer is pursuing, this scene makes Dr. Shuwen feel a little uneasy, could it be that he is going to lose to this amazing boy again?

"Oh, oh, huh, drive!"

When Shu Wen was thinking about it, Timur was already galloping out of the horse, and he didn't need to make any movements at all, just issued a few simple commands in his mouth, and ran onto the runway by himself chasing the wind.

"The !! of the Law"

At this moment, on the track of the racecourse, there are still three or five horses doing adaptive training, and a long neighing of chasing the wind resounded throughout the racecourse, startling these horses to turn back.

"Oh, I said, can't you just run a little slower?"

Zhuang Rui saw the scene on the runway, and couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart, he also specially explained to Timur just now, this guy turned his face and forgot his words?

Like a lightning bolt, Timur rode the wind and constantly overtook several horses, in the eyes of others, Timur must be urging the wind to chase the wind, and the speed of chasing the wind was the fastest.

But only Timur knew that after hearing Zhuang Rui's words, he had been pulling the reins of the horse back, wanting to limit the speed of chasing the wind and not expose his strength to chase the wind too early.

However, growing up on the steppe chasing the wind, he always maintained the pride of the king of horses, and he never allowed any horses to run in front of him, so he quickly left a few horses behind him, regardless of Timur's movements.

Fortunately, after chasing the wind overtook a few horses, the speed immediately slowed down, and Timur riding on it also made it feel a little uncomfortable, twisting its neck and sneezing continuously.

In the eyes of connoisseurs, this is a manifestation of the lack of tacit understanding between the jockey and the horse, and Dr. Shu Wen, who was taken aback by the sudden speed of chasing the wind just now, smiled again when he saw this situation.

Although the speed of chasing the wind was not slow just now, it was still worse than the top thoroughbred, and the scene of slowing down the horse's pace after that also made Dr. Shuwen think that this was the horse's lack of physical strength.

There is no tacit understanding between man and horse, and the physical strength is not as good as that of a thoroughbred, which is impossible to win the race in Shuwen's opinion.