At this time, the narrator was in good spirits, and his speech was as fast as a machine gun.

"No. 3 is now in the first place, No. 5 has come up from the outside, jockey Smith is confident in his horse and chooses to overtake in the corners.

The 16th has caught up, it's now in third position, it's accelerated, and soon, very soon, it's over the 3rd, and now it's in second place, and it's only half a horse away from the 5th, and it's catching up, and the gap between the two is narrowing.

The number 9 is now in the 3rd position, and the original number 3 seems to be a bit lacking in stamina, so we will wait to see how it performs on the straights.

Now all five horses in the first group have a chance, and none of them have a big gap.

Straight, straight, and the last two hundred meters.

No. 4, No. 4.

God, where did it come from, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared in third place, and ran faster and faster.

All the horses are sprinting, the last hundred meters, number 4, number 4, wow, oh God, it's like it has a pair of invisible wings, it's flying, it's flying......".

"I'm a commentator, this commentary ......" Zhang Chi didn't know how to describe this commentator.

Zheng Bohong smiled: "If you weren't there, I really thought that the Grand Prix was going on now, and there would be hundreds of thousands of dollars in prize money for this shout."

"Look, there's more than one stupid big tree," Zhao Yue exclaimed.

Zhang Chi also noticed at this time that Silly Damu had already surpassed the second horse's head, and his speed had increased slightly.

Soon at fifty meters, Silly Damu passed one more.

It was only about thirty meters away from the finish line, and Silly Damu passed another one.

This was too surprising to Zhang Chi, he stood up in an instant and shouted at the stupid big wood: "A few more than a few, the little thing will take out his life and run."

When it was ten meters, Silly Damu really surpassed two more.

Although the race was over at this time, because the head horse had already crossed the finish line, not only the head horse, but the leading three horses had almost all crossed the finish line at the same time.

The competition for the top three was fierce, with the three horses hitting the line almost at the same time, and it was difficult to tell who hit the line first with the human eye.

As one of the owners of this race, Zhang Chi was very determined, because when he came, he reported his idea of paying to accompany the prince to study.

A bunch of new horses, this race in this race is certainly not much higher, the racecourse is operated like this, all the owners of the same race take out a part of the money, everyone together to give the top three owners a bonus.

It's a bit shameless, but the racetrack is the strong side, and if you don't want to, go somewhere else, and no one asks you to pay for it.

And like many small racetracks, this kind of operation is also normal, and it doesn't make you money, so where does the salary of the venue staff come from? How do you attract horse owners to race?

Of course, if you're famous, these racetracks will pay you to come and play.

Well, in the business world, this kind of thing is normal.

Anyway, Zhang Chi is not qualified to argue with the racecourse, he belongs to the group of people who take money from their pockets.

When Silly Damu crossed the finish line, he ran sixth, which is average.

Zhang Chi was so happy at this time, waving his fist in the air.

The people next to him all looked at him, thinking: This guy's horse ran away from the top of the field? No, the ranking hasn't been shown on the big screen yet, how does he know?

If you knew that Zhang Chi's horse only ran to the bottom sixth, these people might have to fall to the ground with the hot dogs in their hands: you were a little happy for the first place, and now you are the sixth from the bottom, how happy are you.

Zhang Chi's current performance is like a child winning the world championship, but the venue where he stands is on the playground of the kindergarten.

"Let's go, go to the stable and see the stupid big wood," Zhang Chi said happily to Zheng Bohong and the others.

Now Zheng Bohong and the three of them looked at Zhang Chi and felt that Zhang Chi was a little mentally retarded like his horse, so he subconsciously moved his buttocks, to stay away from Zhang Chi, don't infect them with stupidity.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Chi noticed.

Zheng Bohong said: "Big brother, it's only sixth, or the countdown, are you so happy?" ”

"Isn't sixth from last a ranking?"

"Beginner horses! It's like the first grade of primary school, your son scored a hundred points in the exam, you can't act like he was admitted to Qingbei" Zheng Bohong was really speechless.

Zhang Chi said: "I'm very satisfied, if you don't go, if you don't go, I'll go by myself."

The three of them thought about it anyway, and the next few games were all at this level, so don't look at it and take a look.

So the four of them went out of the stands together and went directly to the stable.

When they arrived, Silly Timber had already unsaddled and the jockey was gone, leaving only Mason and his assistant tending to Silly Timber.

Seeing Silly Damu, Zhang Chi had a smile on his face, there was no way to be unhappy, Silly Damu's performance proved that the gourd pulp really had an effect, the first step had been successful, and now he was ready to implement the second step, which was to buy a normal thoroughbred horse and implement his own transformation plan.

"Well done, good lad! If you have an apple, give me one, I'll feed it myself" Zhang Chi stretched out his hand and patted Silly Damu's neck, looking at Silly Damu as if he saw a bunch of green tickets.

Zheng Bohongsan took a step back neatly, feeling that Zhang Chi was really ...... Well, humorous.

Not far from Zhang Chi and Silly Damu, just twenty meters away, is the head horse and its owner, who are now being interviewed by two or three reporters.

Didn't the head horse present an award?

Yes, but it's not of this level, you want to be interviewed on the track, so wait until your horse wins the regular race, even if you win the first place in this kind of race, you are not qualified to show off on the track, because the whole of the United States, this kind of championship is not ten thousand but thousands, and the most such thing is worth a fart of money.

The head horse is treated like this, you are the sixth from the bottom, you are completely a sixth-old guy, and the owner of the horse is still happy?

Zheng Bohongsan's performance is good, if Zhang Chi's good neighbor turns around and runs away directly, people can't afford to lose this person.

After a while, Zheng Bohong found that not only Zhang Chi was happy, but also Mason, the trainer, seemed to be quite happy.

Now he really doesn't understand, is he so happy to be sixth from the bottom? Mo didn't the two of them have other operations, playing sloppy, pretending to be sheep and eating tigers?

It's impossible, this is a racetrack, and the fast running of horses is the king, and you have thirty-six plans for a fart.

With questions, Zheng Bohong asked, "Is the sixth from the bottom very high?" ”

Mason was really surprised, hearing Zheng Bohong ask, he smiled: "Then you don't know the speed of the stupid big wood before, let's put it this way, it can't even run a donkey, I'm not exaggerating, I said the fact, it really can't run the donkey in my horse farm, and it is a miracle to be able to run to the sixth place today!" ”

Zheng Bohong felt that this trainer also had a problem with his brain, and the two of them stood together and just made up three stupid words!

Zhang Chi and Mason were happy, and the assistant came over with a trot.

"BOSS, the racetrack said that there is a 2000m race tomorrow afternoon and a few horses have withdrawn, ask if you want to come off the bench".

Mason was stunned for a moment after hearing this: "Substitute? ”

The assistant head glanced at the stupid big man next to him, that is, the stupid big wood, which means to send the stupid big wood to appear.

Mason didn't expect this, he subconsciously thought that it was his other horse substitute, then he must be unhappy in his heart, because the horse ran for two days in a row, which was harmful to the horse.

But stupid big wood?

That's a different story.

Why? Because Mason felt that this game was already the ceiling of Silly Damu, the remaining few games were to let Silly Damu go up and enjoy the game, and after these games, it didn't matter much to him Mason whether George would send it to the slaughterhouse or take it back to the ranch to raise.

So Mason's gaze turned to Zhang Chi, which was to ask for his opinion.

"And this?" Zhang Chi is a little lost.

Mason explains: "Sometimes it happens that some horses may retire due to sudden reasons, and there may be fewer horses in the race, ...... less."

Zhang Chi understood, that is, there were too few horses on the field in a race, and the face of the racecourse was not very good-looking, so he found some other horses to play, and to put it bluntly, it was to make up the number - to strengthen the momentum.

There are usually substitutes for the big game, but these substitutes will also come to the stable of the racecourse, and it depends on your luck whether you can get on or not.

But in a primary race like this small place, there are not so many rules to talk about, and a few primary races tomorrow afternoon, the horses that appear are quite strong, after these two or three races, that is tomorrow's highlight, two G3 games and one G2 game, an appetizer before the main course, you always have to have a little strength, don't you?

Today, a few horses at the racecourse had a cold, and some had physical problems during training, and the substitutes were on the bench, and the scene was still a little small, so the racecourse wanted to find some horses to fill in.

Six horses in a race, certainly not as good as sixteen horses, not to mention selling color, not much choice, how to earn money from horse fans? Six horses are not as difficult to guess as a dozen horses.

"Run! How not to run! ”

Zhang Chi didn't hesitate at all, I heard that the stupid big wood can still run, don't say tomorrow, it's all done soon!

Mason didn't have a big opinion, and he was happy to see that Silly Damu would finish the remaining few races in one day, and he would have less trouble in the future.

"I'll arrange that," Mason said.

The two said they would do it, Mason went to the racecourse committee to go through the formalities, and Zhang Chi followed Mason's assistant back to the stable of Silly Damu.

As soon as he returned to the stable compartment, the stupid big wood hung his head and ate the apple given by Zhang Chi.

"Good boy, what a long face"

Zhang Chi smiled.

Zheng Bohong and the three of them stood next to him, turning his head and not daring to look at this person and a horse, the picture was too discordant, so he went to see the horse next to him.

The management of the stables here is not too strict, like a serious competition, at this time it shouldn't be so many people coming in, or that sentence, the level is not enough, the conditions are naturally not so good, all the horses come over like this, and the stupid big wood is not special.

Just when Zhang Chi was happy, Mason came back with a frown.