Zhang Chi stretched out his hand and interrupted Mason's words: "That's it, it's called Aidan, I think he's very suitable for riding a stupid big wood."

Hearing this, Mason almost scolded his mother, because he was so good at finding a jockey to ride the stupid big wood, but when he brought the man back, Zhang Chi, the owner of the horse, changed his mind.

"This Aidan can't do it, he's too reckless, he's already injured a few good horses, and there's a reason why no one asked him to ride his own horse......."

Mason wanted to keep struggling.

Zhang Chi smiled: "I really think he is suitable, you think about the stupid big wood's temperament is a little lazy, it needs a strong jockey to urge it."

Mason really scolded his mother: Silly Damu is not lazy, but it itself can't run fast, okay? What does it have to do with jockeys, you can't get a championship if you let Mike Smith ride it.

Mason wasted a lot of saliva trying to find the jockey, but now? Zhang Chi plays like this, where will he be happy, it's like you took good care of a customer in the company, and suddenly the boss jumped out and directly stirred up the matter, can you not be angry.

But Zhang Chicai doesn't care if Mason is angry or not, this is his horse, who will ride it, Mason, the trainer, can only be a suggestion, and the decision is still in his hands.

He didn't care how much effort Mason put into convincing anyone, he now felt that Aidan was a little strong breed more suitable for Silly Big Wood.

To put it bluntly, Zhang Chi just wants to ignore the life and death of Silly Damu, and see how fast Silly Damu can run desperately under the guidance of such a strong jockey!

Mason looked at Zhang Chi for a few seconds.

Zhang Chi also looked at Mason, both of them looked very firm, but in the end, Mason was defeated, because Mason knew that he was just a horse trainer, and Zhang Chi was the real horse owner, and the life and death of the stupid big wood were in the hands of Zhang Chi, the horse owner, not him.

"OK, YOU'RE THE BOSS, JOCKEY'S PROBLEM IS AS YOU WISH," MASON HAD TO SAY.

Zhang Chi nodded: "Then Aidan ".

The two said yes and returned to Aidan with another jockey, of course.

Zhang Chi said to Aidan: "Tomorrow, you will ride the stupid big wood."

"You cut me!"

The other jockey listened and yelled at Mason.

It's impossible not to be angry, Mason persuaded people to ride a stupid tree, and they followed, and now you just came and told people that you were fired.

It's like an employee coming for an interview, and the news I got before said that it was a formality, and now I'm happy, and you say to someone to get out, this person still has another company at the moment, and it's a strange thing if this person doesn't scold you.

"Joe, I can't help it," Mason said.

Mason really can't help it.

The jockey named Joe looked at Zhang Chi and said angrily: "I will also play tomorrow, and I will kick your ass hard!" ”

Zhang Chi asked at the jockey named Joe, "There are more people who want to kick my ass, are you in line?" ”

Joe listened and glared at Zhang Chi and Mason twice, then turned his head and walked away like an inflated puppet.

Mason really doesn't know what it tastes like in his heart now, and he thinks that he will let Silly Damu finish these few races quickly, and in the future, George, the king of B, even if he brings horses like Secretariat and Sea Biscuits, he will not train horses for this stupid thing anymore.

Mason said to Aidan "Ride well".

Aidan nodded and said, "I will definitely ride well, and I will definitely control my temper."

For Aidan this opportunity to ride, it was a chance or not, and to be honest, it was the lifesaver of his career.

Aidan knew what kind of horse Silly Damu was, and no one else would like to ride it, but he was no longer qualified to choose, because no owner who thought he was good at racing would let him ride his horse with such a fierce and ruthless jockey.

"Don't!"

As soon as Zhang Chi heard that this Aidan was going to be gentle, he immediately spoke out to stop him.

"I want to see what kind of level the stupid big wood can run with all his might, you don't need to spare horsepower, do your best to make it run faster, no matter what accident happens, I won't blame you, take out all your skills, let it be fast, let it go crazy fast!"

Aidan was a little dumbfounded, he had been riding for several years, and Aidan had met a horse owner like Zhang Chi for the first time, which was very clear, this horse owner just let himself ride a stupid big tree to death.

Seeing that Aidan was a little dumbfounded, Zhang Chi said, "Don't understand? ”

Aidan said, "I understand, but I don't understand whether you understand it or not!" ”

Zhang Chi listened and said: Yo, where are you kid playing tongue twisters for me?

"I understand!"

Sending it to the slaughterhouse is not much different from running to death on the track for Zhang Chi.

Will he cherish the stupid big wood? Don't be stupid, Silly Damu is the experimental product he bought back for 200 yuan, which is similar to the potatoes he bought at the vegetable market, will you have feelings for the potatoes you bought?

Obviously not, Zhang Chi likes ink, likes two dogs and three dogs, etc., etc., but he just doesn't care about stupid big wood, who cares about an experiment.

If he said this, he would definitely be sprayed by a group of saints, but Zhang Chi didn't care.

Aidan said, "If you understand, I understand."

For Aidan if he can win a championship this time, he is saying that if he can, then his rider Shiwa may continue, if not, then maybe he will have to roll up the bed the day after tomorrow, and now the owner of the horse asks him to spare no horsepower, he is naturally willing to fight more.

Because Aidan didn't have a choice, riding Silly Big Wood was not a chance, and letting Silly Big Wood run to death would undoubtedly increase such a chance.

He didn't agree to that didn't fit his character.

"Then things will be easy to do, come on, I'm optimistic about you!"

Zhang Chi nodded at Aidan.

So the jockey for tomorrow afternoon's race was decided.

Everything is done, Silly Damu doesn't know yet, maybe tomorrow will be his own death, and he is still eating grass without hurry.

Zhang Chi said to Zheng Bohong and others: "Let's go."

So they all went together towards the door of the stable.

Zheng Bohong said to Zhang Chi: "You are really ruthless, run to death!" It's going to kill the horse."

"2000 can run it to death, stupid big wood is too wasteful, don't worry, I know in my heart that it will definitely take off," Zhang Chi said.

In fact, Zhang Chi has a B number in his heart! He just wanted to see how fast Silly Damu could run with his life, and he presupposed in his heart that if he could run in the middle of the stream, he would be satisfied.

You must know that in tomorrow afternoon's race, all the horses are a little higher than this morning, they are all horses selected from the racecourse, although they are all preliminary races, but the level of the people is naturally much higher than the bastards in the first race this morning.

It's like everyone is in the same grade, what kind of rocket class is they, what is the principal class, you are an ordinary class, and you make a paper with others, if you can win, don't you go to the rocket class and the principal class earlier?

"I think you want to let the stupid big wood run to death," Zhao Yue said as he looked at Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi said: "Why are you so psychologically dark! Am I that kind of person? ”

Zhao Shuyi said: "I think it is."

"............" Zhang Chi felt a little speechless, these people don't know me.

The four of them walked to the open field at the entrance of the stable, and now another race was over, and many owners were standing in front of their horses.

While passing by a bunch of people.

"Its stamina is so poor," a fellow who looked like a horse owner sighed, reaching out and touching the neck of a white pony.

His trainers and jockeys are also by the owner's side.

The jockey listened to the owner's words and nodded: "The reaction and speed of the gate are first-class, and it can still maintain the lead at 500 meters, but when it is 800 meters to 1,000 meters, the speed cannot be increased, and it is obviously not strong enough, no matter how hard it is urged, it can't be lifted."

The trainer also said at this moment: "It's a pity, this horse is invincible within 800 meters, but it is more than 1,000 meters."

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He shook his head as he spoke.

Fast, but severely lacking in stamina? This kind of horse, Zhang Chi likes, through the performance of stupid big wood, gourd pulp now seems to have no ability, and it can be said that he can help the horse give a little bit in terms of endurance.

Zhang Chi sounded very interesting, so he leaned over and asked, "Hello, is this horse competition finished?" ”

Isn't this nonsense, of course it's the end of the comparison, if it's not finished, the owner of the horse will have an old face.

Zheng Bohong and the others saw that Zhang Chi actually came over, and said in their hearts: This guy belongs to social cow B syndrome? No matter how you see anything, you have to go up and say a few words.

When the horse owner saw Zhang Chi, he was just polite: "After the competition, you are also the horse owner?" ”

"Well, I'm also the owner of the horse," Zhang Chi nodded.

The owner of the horse asked again, "Have you compared your horse?" ”

"Compare, today's first game, sixth place," Zhang Chi said with a smile.

The owner of the horse was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: You guy, you ran sixth in the first race, how happy you are as if you won the championship.

The owner casually asked, "What's your horse's name?" ”

"Silly Big Wood!" Zhang Chi replied.

As soon as he heard the stupid big wood, the horse owner couldn't help but be happy, and said in his heart: Then this sixth is really worth your happiness.

Why?

Now Silly Damu can be said to be a star horse in the whole stable, like a second fool, it is easy to be found and remembered in the crowd, Silly Damu belongs to the Down syndrome of all the horses in this stable, it is difficult not to be remembered, not to mention that the pronunciation is a bit like the Middle Eastern leader who was killed by the United States.

"How's your horse?" Zhang Chi asked with a smile.

The owner was a little embarrassed at this time, because his horse was the last Nampovan.

However, for the sake of his own face, the owner opened his mouth and said: "The first 800 meters lead two horses, and the final results come out and counts down."

Zhang Chi was stunned for a moment, looked at the trainer, and said in his heart: Is this horse so bullish, the front eight hundred meters can actually lead other horses by two horses, and this special starting ability is too strong.

"Yes, there is not enough stamina," the trainer laughed as well.

"And now?" Zhang Chi asked again.

"Go home," said the owner.

With this race, the owner has no interest in letting the gray horse run down, this is the fate of most racing horses, a life and death, that is to say, the horse's career is officially over, and the future destination may be the slaughterhouse, or it may be in the owner's horse farm, of course, it may also be castrated, as a ride.

Whether it's life or death, either losing one's life or not being able to keep something, as for staying in the horse farm or something, it's almost one in ten thousand, and no horse owner will raise a waste horse.