Riding Red Flame Mountain, leading Silly Damu, he trotted all the way to the door of Mason Horse Farm.

Entering the gate of the racecourse and looking inside, Zhang Chi found that the racecourse was a little different, what was the difference? It's much more lively than before, and there were a lot of horses in the racecourse when I came the first two times, but this time there were fewer horses, but there were more people.

Of course, there are not too many people in the racecourse, and there are seven or eight people who Zhang Chi sees now leading their horses and busy living, as for whether there is anything in the stable, Zhang Chi doesn't know.

Anyway, there are more people than before.

Mason, who was standing at the door of the stable, saw Zhang Chi leading the stupid big wood over, and directly greeted him, and when he saw that Zhang Chi was about to get off the horse, he reached out to help Zhang Chi grab the bridle of Chiyan Mountain.

"It's coming pretty fast," Mason said, sounding very warm, but with Mason's coffin face, it didn't feel hot at all.

"Well, it's better to send it early," Zhang Chi smiled and turned over and dismounted.

After dismounting, he directly handed over the reins of the stupid big wood in his hand to Mason, and bolted Chiyan Mountain to the bolted horse stake next to him.

Mason took the stupid big tree, looked at the mouth and asked, "This guy seems to have grown a little taller."

Zhang Chi began to pretend to be stupid: "Have you grown taller again?" That's pretty much the height when I take it home, right? ”

Mason thinks stupid Damu has grown taller, but he doesn't care much about how much he grows taller, although Mason has a good memory, but if you ask him to remember the data of the horse, it must not be wrong, but if you ask him to remember the data of the bad horse, he really can't remember.

It's like a stupid big tree, whether it grows taller or shrinks, it doesn't matter to Mason.

"Oh, that's so high," Mason led Silly Big Wood to the stable, chatting with Zhang Chi with his face sideways.

Zhang Chi said: "Now the racecourse is very lively, and there are more people than before."

Mason smiled: "There are not many people, in addition to my original thoroughbred, there are also some horses sent here for training, you see, there are now more than half of the stables with horses."

The two said that they had entered the stable, and Mason said to a cowboy in front of him: "Sean, come and lead this horse to room 22, feed it first, and pull it out in half an hour, let Leclee ride it for a lap, test its basic data, and take it for a half-hour swim ...... after the test."

Zhang Chi was a little dizzy next to him, and said in his heart: Why is this old man so rich in his pocket now?

Mason didn't know what Zhang Chi was thinking at the moment, he was now ordering the big guy to work.

Now for Mason, the predicament of the horse farm is not solved, but pushed back, and now Mason is using the money that everyone has pooled, as well as the contract everyone has given, and then asked the bank for a loan to maintain the horse farm.

If, after a year, he can't fundamentally change the economic situation of the racecourse, then he will still be bankrupt.

Now Mason can be said to be fighting hard, putting all his hopes on a few horses, at this moment Mason in order to keep his horse farm, very much need a few wins, even if it is a G2\G3 level of victory, it is also very important for him.

The best way for him to keep his horse farm is to win a lucrative training contract.

A few G2\G3 games were easy for the previous Mason.

But now, he is no longer the Mason who used to be in the limelight in the race, and the horses he trained have won countless races.

It's been years since Mason left the horse racing circle, and now any line of work you leave for a few years, no matter how good or bullish, will be forgotten by most people. Not to mention the highly competitive trainer industry.

Now no one knows Mason's name, and no one cares about his level, and even if they do, they will doubt whether his ability can keep up with the times.

As a result, most of Mason's training contracts now come from small contracts from the neighbors in Amber Town, and the training fee is not high.

Mason also understands that people give themselves these contracts to lend a hand, not to help them solve their debts, and while being grateful, he must also make himself more valuable, so that he can get more and more lucrative entrustment contracts.

The more awards you win as a trainer, the more owners you want to entrust you with training, and the more contracts you have.

It's almost like most industries, and the trainer industry is pretty much a winner-takes-all.

The horses in the hands of the Changsheng horse trainer can't be trained, and the garbage horse trainer can't train the horse.

At this time, Mason finally stopped being strong and bowed to reality, so he returned to Mason, who was an economic animal, and once again put up his own shelf.

A few retired old guys were invited by him to come over, and some young people formed a horse farm team of old and young, and poured most of their energy into the horses in the current horse farm.

"Do you have any requirements?" Mason watched the young assistant take the stupid big wood away, turned his head and asked Zhang Chi, who was watching the horse in the compartment.

Where does Zhang Chi have any opinions, he is like a rolling pin blowing fire on horse training - he doesn't know anything about it!

Besides, Zhang Chi felt that all the things he could and couldn't did were done, and the gourd pulp was fed several scoops, and the rest was to look at the results of Silly Damu.

"If you have the opportunity to pull it on the track and run with other horses, well, at least two or three races, if it is less, it will not reflect its level, or more, five races," Zhang Chi said.

A decisive victory, and then slaughtered Silly Damu, Zhang Chi felt a little sorry for the two hundred yuan he paid and the entrustment contract signed with Mason, so he asked Silly Damu to run at least two or three games, and maybe four or five games.

As long as Silly Damu can run in the middle of most of the races, then Zhang Chi feels that he can rest assured to pick a good horse to feed it gourd pulp.

Of course, the ending of Silly Damu will still be sent to the slaughterhouse and accept its ordinary fate.

Don't blame Zhang Chi for being cruel, not to mention a little uncompetitive horse like Silly Damu, even if there are many good horses, they will only enter the slaughterhouse if they don't get results.

Thoroughbreds have little use for anything other than being on the track.

It can't drive calves, it's not as good as a quartley horse, and it's not even as good as an ordinary pasture horse.

Even on a normal ride, there are very few people who don't ride a thoroughbred horse.

Their legs are too thin and too easily to be injured, and if they get caught in a rat hole in the grass or step on a rock, the jockey on horseback is most likely to have only four words: life and death are uncertain!

So thoroughbreds who can't go on the track, or don't produce results on the track, the final result is a slaughterhouse, and only those horses with excellent results and a chance to breed will survive.

Mason listened and said to Zhang Chi: "George, I think you have to be realistic, I know you bought this horse to help me, and I also hope that it can run very well, but this is not realistic, my friend!"

Silly Big Wood can't even win a junior match, and you have to accept that reality."

"Mason, Mason, Mason, I repeat, I didn't buy it to help you or anything, I just liked it. I think it's a great horse, that's why I paid for it, and now I'm in your hands, and the next thing you have to do is train it according to the contract, and then let it run a few races on the track, at least three, preferably five," Zhang Chi said with a smile.

Silly Damu's grades are good, Zhang Chi Niu Coin still has to be bragged, and he has to pave the way for the future, and when the time comes, he will buy a good horse and toss it to make money, so he has to make himself seem a little bit of horse knowledge.

"Trust my profession," Mason said.

Now that he signed the contract, Mason felt that he had to train Silly Damu according to the requirements, which was his work ethic.

As for Zhang Chi's statement that he would go on the track three or five times, Mason felt that there was no need for this at all.

Silly Damu is a horse bred by his horse farm, and he feels that he knows Silly Damu too well to have any possibility of making achievements.

The meaning of speaking is to let Zhang Chi die of this heart, don't have nothing to do and daydream, stupid Damu can't do it.

"I don't think it's necessary to have three games, but you can roughly see what it's capable of in two games, and the beginner road still costs money," Mason said.

Horse racing in the United States is a big sport, according to statistics, about 100,000 horse races are held in the United States every year, with more than 90 million spectators and 15 billion US dollars.

Most of the 100,000 games are junior competitions, which is actually the same as the selection of athletes, among the 10,000 young athletes, the talented ones are picked together, and then the better ones are picked out in the middle of these talents.

In this way, the layers become a pyramid structure, and the number of amateurs next to them is at the bottom.

This junior horse race is almost like an amateur of a human athlete.

There are a lot of these races, but in most places you have to pay for such races, pay for the venue, and have to pay for the transportation back and forth, and the most expensive is the cost of the team, the trainer, the jockey, the assistant, etc.

No matter how bad Mason is, he takes someone out for a trip, and a lap around the nearest racetrack will cost three or five thousand dollars.

So Mason means don't waste this money, you stupid big wood doesn't need this at all.

Zhang Chi shook his head firmly: "Do what I say, run five times, how can you do it if you don't run to this number of times, I can't see the talent of stupid Damu."

"The cost of the game is not in the training contract," Mason reminded.

Zhang Chi was imposing: "Of course I paid for this money, and when the time comes, I will have to cheer for Silly Damu with my own eyes until now."

Mason has no choice, and he persuaded and persuaded him, this person must be strong, then he can only make Zhang Chi's money with a clear conscience.

Practice for you to practice well, the results after the track, then you can't blame me, it's not realistic for you to let Silly Damu run first at this level, even if it's the first in kindergarten, it has nothing to do with Silly Damu.