In the face of the kindness of this group of people, Zhao Ming did not refuse to come, but the attitude he showed was still calm and a little cold.

Since it is the image of a noble son, it is not okay to be too friendly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the horse race is about to start, and there will definitely be a chance to walk around when you have time in the future, so why don't we take a look at the race now?"

Zhao Ming smiled and gestured to the game scene outside the window.

"Yes, yes, yes! Mr. Zhao, you are right, we can move around more in the future, and watch the horse racing first! ”

"Yes! But Mr. Zhao, which number did you buy? ”

Saying that, everyone looked at Zhao Ming curiously, after all, Zhao Ming had been very generous in his bets before, and he was playing with tens of thousands of oceans at every turn.

Although everyone present has a guaranteed net worth of hundreds of thousands, there is no shortage of some people with a net worth of more than one million.

And this is all cash, plus fixed assets will only increase, but they do not dare to spend too much money on such entertainment casually.

Often, a few hundred or a few thousand is good.

And they also heard a rumor, that is, this Mr. Zhao will lose every time he gambles!

In the past few days, Zhao Ming has bought no less than eight horses, and almost every time he has lost all his money.

"Number 8!" Zhao Ming took the cigar from Gu Xiaoyun's hand beside him and put it in his mouth, and it was even more natural to hold the cigar and stretch it out, and Gu Xiaoyun lit it very skillfully.

Lighting a cigarette for Mr. Zhao is the only thing Gu Xiaoyun can do recently, and it is also the most skillful thing to do.

Watching this Mr. Zhao let such an amazing female companion around him light a cigarette, several people next to him were a little envious.

In contrast, the female companions around them are much dwarfed.

This is also normal, Gu Xiaoyun is not a pure courtesan, and most of the women around these rich people are their private property, with different natures.

"Mr. Zhao really doesn't hide it, I heard that this No. 8 bloodline is not very good, and I heard that it is not a Western horse, but a horse collected from Chahar in our country.

According to the past competitions, there is indeed some high-quality horses in my country, but when it comes to horse racing, it really can't compare to Western horses! ”

Some people couldn't help but shake their heads, feeling that Mr. Zhao was afraid that this time Mr. Zhao was going to suffer again.

A group of people next to him also nodded in agreement, and they also bought horses, but they all swept past the eight.

You must know that most of the recognized fast horses are Western horses, such as the British thoroughbred, that is, the hot-blooded horse, which is the fastest and most valuable horse in the world.

The second is the Arabian horse, which is also a hot-blooded horse, and the probability of appearing in the arena is also relatively large.

The domestic horses, the current appearance rate is less than the top ten, and there are often domestic horses, which are not seen by horse people.

This thing is basically a companion.

Gu Xiaoyun doesn't know much about horses, but she has also attended this kind of occasion with rich people a few times before, and she has also heard that domestic horses are not very good.

As for Wang Fatzi, he shook his head secretly in his heart, he already knew horses, and he was also disdainful of this.

But he was probably more professional, and when he looked at the No. 8 horse on the field, he always felt that something was wrong.

Zhao Ming didn't care too much about these remarks, did he really understand anything?

Most of the buddies fought in cavalry on the battlefield, and raising horses was also a matter of experience, and there were still so many herdsmen's memories in their heads.

Looking at the horse, Zhao Ming doesn't say that he is a master, so it's almost the same.

This No. 8 horse is indeed a breed from Chahar's side, but if you look closely at Zhao Ming, you can see that something is wrong.

The subcutaneous muscles are solid, but not so explosive, and they are of a very well-proportioned type.

Another key point in looking at a horse is to look at the bones, and a skilled horse watcher can accurately see the number of bones under the skin of each horse.

And at the moment, this horse not only has the structure of 17.5.16 on the skeleton of an Arabian horse, but also the British thoroughbred, with long bulges in muscles, long levers on the limbs, and contours of joints and tendons.

The surface hair is dark, even if the rider is now stable behind the fence, but the horse still shakes his head and shakes his body from time to time, which shows that this horse is very excited and belongs to a pure hot-blooded horse.

It's unusual, you must know that most of the horses on Chahar's side are warmbloods, and now this is a hot-blooded horse.

Zhao Ming's mind was racing, and he quickly figured out what was going on, was this a mixed race.

Probably half of them are of the fine Chahar bloodline, while the other half are of both Arabian and English horse ancestry by the father or mother.

I think this is a master.

You must know that there is such a thing as horse racing, most of the horse riders are rich and powerful, and every horse race is a contest between rich and powerful.

There is a certain shady scene, but not much, because if you want to win, you have to buy off other competitors, but the rich and powerful want to save face.

The real big and powerful, the horses and riders in their hands are top-notch, and no one is convinced, and you are insulting to use money to do this.

It can only be said that there are masters who have come to an end, not only are there masters of raising horses, but they have also been preparing for a long time with great scheming.

After all, such a good horse is too uncertain to cultivate.

No one can guarantee whether inferior genes will be combined in the end, and it will be bad if the bamboo basket is empty.

A clever horse watcher can see some clues, in addition to this means, the smart one is to buy off the rider.

However, considering that there is such a dark horse prepared on the horse farm, the rider who wants to come to this horse is also a master.

"I don't know how much Mr. Zhao bet on this time?"

Some people asked curiously, and everyone was also curious about how much money this Mr. Zhao would lose this time.

Zhao Ming took a light breath of smoke before he smiled and said, "It's not much, it's only 100,000 oceans." ”

Although he was sure that No. 8 would definitely win this time, Zhao Ming didn't dare to pack a ticket.

If someone buys the breeder and puts laxatives on the horses in advance, the calves will also be finished.

However, everyone will be shocked, 100,000 oceans, how much do you have to bet?

That's 10,000 bets!

"Uh.... Mr. Zhao took the liberty of asking, is your 10,000 bet a single win on the 8th? Someone wondered.

"Of course, I'm the same person who does business and bets, I usually don't make a move, once I make a move, it's a thunder method, you are optimistic, I think No. 8 is very eye-catching!"

Zhao Ming said with a smile, there was nothing wrong with this at first glance, but in fact, it was all foreshadowing.

Soon everyone's eyes were drawn to the field, and with the sound of a gunshot, the fence opened at the same time, and a dozen fast horses rushed out like arrows from the string under the impetus of the rider.

Rao is Zhao Ming has watched many horse races recently, and he can't help but sigh about the horses in horse racing.

They are all good horses, and any horse is better than the horses in his Chabei Horse Farm now.

But it's just emotion.

He felt distressed about using this kind of good horse on the battlefield, in fact, the gap between the race horse and the horse in Chabei was not so big.

At least that's the case on the battlefield, but it's different on the racetrack, and the slightest difference is huge.