Chapter 479: Horse Racing

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After seeing his second brother coming, Wang Ying understood that what he wanted to hide from his family has now been revealed, and it is certain that he will be grounded for a period of time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Moreover, he didn't have to guess to know, and the one who revealed the news to his family must be Chen Xin's bastard. He is most willing to do this kind of downright thing.

No matter how much Wang Ying hated Chen Xin, after confessing to his younger brother, the young man's eyes shifted to Wang Zheng.

"Mr. Wang, thank you so much for your help this time about Yingzi!"

Holding the other party's hand that took the initiative to stretch out, Wang Zheng smiled: "You're welcome." I am good friends with Wang Ying, and I can't sit idly by when he is in trouble!"

"Yingzi is really blessed to have a friend like you! Oh, by the way, my father had already instructed me when I came. The money he owes, our Wang family will pay you back as soon as possible!"

"Money is a small thing. After a pause, "Since you're here, you don't need me to come here if you want to! It just so happens that I still have some things to deal with in Hong Kong, so I won't bother much!"

"It's okay! This time the family is in a hurry. I also put down my official duties to catch this kid. Otherwise, I will personally invite Mr. Wang to dinner and thank you!"

"Then let's get together again!"

"Okay! Anyway, our old man lives in Mr. Wang's villa, and there will be many opportunities for us to meet in the future!"

Wang Zheng nodded, and then said, "Wang Ying, Cheng Tie, I'll leave first!

"Wang Zheng, thank you for this incident!"

After nodding at Wang Ying, he turned around and went out with Wang Gan.

Looking at his back, the young man smiled thoughtfully: "It's very interesting that this friend of yours is here!"

Wang Ying, who knew his second brother very well, pouted, "Wang Zheng is not one of those philistine businessmen around you who can't wait to send his wife to your bed!"

"You've finally made a good friend!" the young man nodded in agreement.

"That's right! I can still see badly!"

"Don't be complacent, you still want to go back to the capital, how to explain to your father!"

The young man's words immediately dispelled all the pride on Wang Ying's body.

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After leaving the hospital, Wang Zheng did not stay in Macau, and after returning to Hong Kong, he did not go back to the villa, but came directly to the Sha Tin Racecourse in Hong Kong.

He asked Uncle Zhong to cultivate, and the horses he planned to give as gifts were temporarily fostered here.

"Boss!"

Seeing Wang Zheng coming, the two police officers who were in charge of taking care of and guarding hurriedly greeted him.

"Where's the horse?"

I was taken out for a walk by Zhou Wu!

Wang Zheng nodded, "Make a call to ask him to come back!"

"Yes!"

After the phone was dialed, it didn't take long to see Zhou Wu, who was a veterinarian, riding a black high-headed horse, running over at a gallop.

"Wow the law ......!"

Accompanied by the high-spirited neighing of the horse, the black hair flying in the wind looked extremely majestic on the black horse, and Wang Zheng's face also showed a hint of love.

"Boss, why are you here?"

Zhou Wu, who turned over and dismounted, hurriedly greeted him.

"I'll take a look!" After the words fell, Wang Zheng took two steps forward, looked at the black steed with a shoulder height of about 1.6 meters, an open chest, sharp muscles, a slender body, and an extremely majestic body, and nodded with satisfaction.

Perhaps because he didn't like Wang Zheng's eyes, the black horse snorted, and after shaking his hooves a few times, the huge horse's head was pinned to the side.

"What's its name?" Wang Zheng said curiously.

"It's called 'Taoyuan', and it's named after our villa!"

"That's a good name! By the way, have you tested its speed?"

"It's been tested. According to the maximum weight of 133 pounds in the Hong Kong Horse Racing Rules, the speed of the Taoyuan 1000m is 50 seconds!"

Wang Zheng didn't know much about horse racing, so he asked directly: "What level is 50 seconds?"

"The fastest horse race record in the world today is 1000 meters in 54 seconds!"

"So, Taoyuan is faster than all the horses?" Wang Zheng said with interest.

"Yes, after all, our Shennong animal-type super nutrient solution is not used for nothing!"

Looking at the black peach source, Wang Zheng's face was full of satisfaction. The reason why he agreed to bet on horses with Chen Xin was because of the genetic improvement ability of Shennong's nutrient solution in his hand to animals. Now everything is exactly as he expected.

"Very good, you must feed it well these days! Three days later, the midway 1650m international race will make the reputation of 'Taoyuan' an instant hit!"

Zhou Wu nodded, "By the way, boss, there will be several other horses coming over to participate in the competition in a few days!"

"Ours?"

"Yes! Wang Lei has taken a fancy to the high profits of thoroughbreds and plans to develop in the villa!"

"That's it!" Wang Zheng nodded. He didn't know much about this before, and the market for thoroughbreds was mainly in Europe and the United States, and the country had only just emerged in recent years, and if it weren't for the fact that HSBC senior liked horse racing, he wouldn't even remember it.

"Is the price of a thoroughbred high right now?"

"Top Arabian horses, British horses are around $20 million, and generally two-year-old thoroughbreds with pedigree certificates cost around £200,000, and if they become the top horse in international first-class races, the price immediately rises tenfold to £2 million. And a good stallion costs about $200,000 for a mating trip. If it's a king stallion breeding, it can even reach 1 million dollars a time! And a horse can be bred more than 150 times a year! Of course, there are cases of infertility, but trust us definitely not!"

"So, the horse breeding industry contains huge profits?" Wang Zheng said with interest.

"Yes! Before I came, I calculated with Wang Lei, counting the sale of thoroughbreds, plus breeding rights, and annual competition bonuses, it can bring us about 200 million US dollars in net profits a year! However, the audience of horse racing is mainly high-end customers, and the cost is large, so the growth will be relatively limited!"

"$200 million is already very good, and I don't know how many companies in the world have a net profit of no more than $200 million a year!" paused, "Why did Wang Lei never mention this matter to me?"

"He wanted to report to the boss after making the results, but I gave him an early advance!"

"It's really this guy's style!" After nodding, Wang Zheng glanced up at the 'Taoyuan' in front of him, and asked expectantly, "Can I ride it?"

"Of course, I'll help the boss up!"

"No, you hold the reins first, don't let it kick me with a hoof!"

After Zhou Wu nodded, he did as he said. Wang Zheng slowly walked to Taoyuan' and grabbed the saddle. After noticing that Tao Yuan just shook his body, snorted, and did not refuse him as a stranger, Wang Zheng stepped on the stirrup and flew up to climb up.

"Boss, grab the reins. Step on the stirrups under your feet, clamp the saddle between your legs, and sit firmly!" Zhou Wu instructed.

Wang Zheng, who nodded excitedly, did as he said, and when Zhou Wu led the horse forward, he experienced a different feeling that he couldn't experience by driving or flying.

After walking for a while, Wang Zheng, who felt that he had a little experience, ordered: "Zhou Wu, let go, I'll ride it myself!"

"Boss, be careful. ”

"Don't worry!"

nodded, and after Zhou Wu released the reins, Wang Zheng clamped the horse's belly with his feet, and shouted loudly: "Drive!"

"Wow!"

With a neighing sound like a dragon's roar, the speed of the black Arabian horse 'Taoyuan' instantly increased, and the unprepared Wang Zheng was almost flashed to the ground by it.

Subconsciously grabbed the reins, and after the speed of Taoyuan slowed down, Wang Zheng relaxed his nervousness and sighed.

If he hadn't had a little strength just now, and his legs had been clamping the saddle all the time, he might have really been thrown out.

"Boss, are you okay?" Wang Qian and Zhou Wu hurriedly ran over.

"It's okay, don't worry!"

After the words fell, Wang Zheng drove Taoyuan again, and this time after being prepared, he could finally enjoy the pleasure of galloping on a horse. Although the buttocks were bumpy and uncomfortable, after running along the riverside training track at Sha Tin Racecourse, and integrating the guy riding Simba with the feeling of riding a horse, Wang Zheng, who gradually got used to it, suddenly liked the feeling of galloping on a horse.

After having fun, he jumped down and handed the reins to Zhou Wu, "I'll tell Wang Lei later, let him see a horse farm in the villa! Also, leave me a good horse!"

Although Simba's big lion is faster and more stable than a horse. But Wang Zheng sat on it without the sense of freedom of riding a horse. Moreover, horseback riding is often a way to socialize, especially among the wealthy in the West. Wang Zheng felt that he needed to have such an ability.

Just as he was about to leave after explaining Zhou Wu, the sound of horses' hooves sounded behind him, and when he turned around, he saw a young man in riding clothes with Middle Eastern characteristics riding a horse.

After the distance was getting closer, the young man pulled the reins of the horse, the majestic jujube red horse neighed, the upper body stood upright, and the exquisite riding skills reminded Wang Zheng of the famous French classicist oil painting master Jacques Louis David's famous painting "Napoleon Crossing the St. Bernard Pass in the Alps"!

Just when Wang Zheng's mind was thinking, the young man had already turned over and dismounted lightly, and strode in front of Wang Zheng. After being stopped by the dutiful Wang Gan, this person 'gurgling' a bird language that Wang Zheng couldn't understand.

However, looking at his dress, and then looking at the eagerness he saw next to the 'Taoyuan' led by Zhou Wu, Wang Zheng could more or less guess his intention!

But in addition, Wang Zheng could not understand any foreign language except Chinese and half-baked English. Therefore, after a circle of people stared at each other for a while, no one was helpless. Moreover, with outsiders present, Wang Zheng has no way to use the translation system of the 'communication terminal'.

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