1097 1082. Give Me The Local Tyrant's Money (3/5)

Chapter 1097

The man accepted the seat change request with satisfaction. He seemed a little lucky, but he didn't expect to be able to use the seat to change to a box.

If you buy a ticket, a seat in this area is about 50 yuan, and you need to pay more than 20 times more to buy a box.

Hani bought binoculars and distributed them to Wang Bo and Eva. A group of people stood up and held up the binoculars to look at the entrance of the horse race. Some young men dressed in cowboys came out on horseback.

"Are we going to see Tuhaojin? After all, this is the first time it has participated in an official Marseille?" Eva said.

Wang Bo asked: "Didn't it mean that except for jockeys and racehorses, in order to avoid frightening the horses, other people are not allowed to enter the stables?"

"Master can."

If that's the case, of course you have to check it out.

Wang Bo called Ma Long, and then walked towards the entrance. Ma Long came out and gave each of them a plastic card to hang on his chest, saying: "This way, you can come in and out freely."

"Is this considered cheating?" Wang Bo asked jokingly.

Ma Long shook his head and said, "What kind of cheating is this? In fact, if he declares that he is the owner of the participating horses, then the security guards will not stop you, and no one will stop the rich."

The owners of racehorses are all wealthy, and the only difference is size.

It is too difficult to train a racehorse, and the cost is very high. According to the statistics of the famous racehorse auction agency in 2013, the average price of each racehorse is about 23,980 euros, which does not include the entry fee and veterinary fees when the racehorse participates in the race. fees and insurance costs.

Therefore, many horse owners choose to buy only part ownership of the horses, so that they can enjoy entering the stables, watching horse training, chatting with trainers, and walking into the arena without spending six or seven figures. Ownership rights of the circle.

Of course, in the history of horse racing, some middle-class horse owners can also achieve impressive results, such as the 2015 Melbourne Cup champion horse "Prince Peng Sizan".

However, in terms of probability, it is still a high investment to train a champion horse.

Similar to ordinary stables, each racehorse stays in the pen, and each horse is taken care of by a group of people. It is too common for people to be inferior to horses here.

Next to Tuhao Jin is a pure white tall horse, wearing mosquito repellent clothing, and someone around him is giving it a massage, and someone is combing its tail, just like serving the emperor.

The local tyrant Jin seemed very interested in this white horse, tilting his head and squinting his eyes to look at it.

The white horse snorted, and someone immediately went up to check on its condition.

Tyrant Jin, who was eating carrots, quickly swallowed what was in his mouth, then lowered his head and took a bite of oatmeal, chewing it in his mouth.

Seeing this, Ma Long was amazed: "Hey, Jin, the local tyrant, actually eats oats? This guy is very picky eater, and he only likes to eat vegetables produced in the town, such as carrots."

After hearing this, Wang Bo and Eva looked at each other, and both had bad thoughts in their hearts.

The local tyrant Jin lived up to their ideas. After chewing a few mouthfuls, the guy suddenly stretched out his neck and vomited on the big white horse next door.

At best, it's a goddess scattering flowers, at worst, it's just a face full of spittle, Wang Bo felt that the white horse collapsed on the spot!

The horse trainers went into a rage on the spot, glaring at the local tyrant Jin, and one of them shouted, "Whose horse is this?"

The father of a child who made a mistake can only apologize, Wang Bo quickly came up with a smile on his face and waved his hands: "I'm sorry, sorry guys, I'm really sorry, my horse is quite naughty..."

This horse trainer is not the kind of person who is unreasonable, he snorted and said: "Look at it, this guy is a little too excited."

Wang Bo repeatedly agreed, then turned his head and glared at the local tyrant Jin, and said, "Did you hear that, people say you're too excited..."

It turned out that he was even more excited when he saw Jin, the local tyrant, opened his mouth and bit the latch and opened the door, wagging his tail and went straight to Old Wang.

The white horse was terrified, and quickly shrank back, for fear of suffering disaster.

Wang Bo put his arms around Tuhao Jin's head, stroked its neck with one hand, and said, "Okay, okay, I know you miss me very much, and I miss you very much. Look, I'm here to see you." ?"

As Eva came over, the local tyrant Jin became even more excited. He broke free from Wang Bo's arms and rushed towards Eva.

"The horse has a lot of energy," said the trainer next to him. "It's just that the jockey doesn't look very good."

Malone snorted coldly, and said, "Albert, you'd better not say a few words. If you want to fight with me, you are not my opponent. I will make your cheap daddy cry when you are still wearing crotch pants... ..."

The middle-aged horse trainer glared and said angrily: "The old man is more polite, I don't want to accidentally bump into you and ruin your career."

Wang Bo came up to be a peacemaker: "OK, OK, calm down, let's go to the arena to see the truth, what's the point of being so noisy in private? Are you being treated as a clown?"

The trainer gave Malone another look, and pulled his white horse away.

Malone said dissatisfiedly, "Boss, why don't you speak up for me?"

If it was a simple provocation, Wang Bo would definitely stand out for Ma Long, but the local tyrant Jin caused trouble first, and he did not hold on to it at the time, which shows that the white horse jockey is not a bad-tempered person.

Later, he and Ma Long quarreled, obviously because of the grievances of the previous generation. In this case, Wang Bo could not stand up for his subordinates at will.

What's more, after learning about Ma Long's past, he already knew that this guy had offended too many people with his mouth in the past, and if he got his head out one by one, he would have to get his head out into the atmosphere.

Wang Bo fed the local tyrant Jin something to eat, and then Eva asked him to half-close his hands, and poured clear water for the local tyrant Jin to drink.

The local tyrant Jin took two sips happily, then suddenly stuck out his big tongue to lick Lao Wang's face, giving him a slap on his face.

The racehorses were about to gather. After the local tyrant Jin pulled out of the stable, he immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Wang Bo realized that these gazes were full of malice.

Soon someone curled his lips and said, "Hey buddy, did you make a mistake? Is this a mongrel horse? Can it also go on the track?"

"What a disgrace to my Happy Rocket, standing on the same runway as this kind of opponent?"

"The horse racing in New Zealand really has no future. Can such horses be allowed in?"

Wang Bo listened to their discussion in a low voice coldly. The local tyrant Jin was very smart and understood that the people around him treated him badly, so he turned around and roared angrily.

Ma Long, who had been joking before, became solemn, and he put his arms around the neck of the local tyrant Jin and whispered a few words in his ear.

The local tyrant Jin quickly calmed down, was no longer so active, and walked forward with firm steps.

"What did you just say?" Wang Bo asked, "Does it really understand?"

Ma Long gritted his teeth and said: "I told it, don't worry about anything, it will be fucked later, fuck it hard!"