Chapter 1218 Gambling on Horses 4

Although Zhuang Rui's chasing the wind is very good, Shu Wenbo is still not very optimistic about this horse. There is no other reason, because chasing the wind has passed the best time for horse racing training, and it is impossible to compete with those pure-blooded horses in a short distance.

"Dr. Shu Wen, you have to run the horse to know whether the horse is good or bad. Is this the horse you participated in this time?"

Zhuang Rui smiled when he heard the words and did not do a verbal dispute. Some things were more convincing than saying, but Zhuang Rui focused on a pure-blooded horse following Shu Wen at this moment.

The height of this horse is about 1.7 meters, and its hair is dark red, as smooth and shiny as satin. The horse's back is straight, and the lines are very beautiful. Although Zhuang Rui doesn't know the horse, he can also see that the horse is very extraordinary.

Dr. Shu Wen returned and rubbed the horse's back and neck with his hand and said proudly, "Yes, this horse is called nm. It is the descendant of a pure-blooded horse in the British royal royal horse. Its genealogy can be traced back to 200 years ago. It is one of the most noble horses in the world..." It The bloodline inheritance of a horse is stricter. The longer a pure-blooded horse is inherited, the more expensive it is, and even if it is rich, it may not be able to buy it.

Because Shu Wen made friends with the British royal family, he was able to buy one, but it also cost him tens of millions of dollars, which was enough to catch the price of a luxury private plane.

"Ha ha, rocket, a very good name..." Zhuang Rui smiled indifferently after hearing the English name of the horse. After translating it into Chinese, it means rocket, which shows that the horse is so fast.

While Zhuang Rui was chatting with Dr. Shu Wen, several people walked into the horse farm, and a jockey behind them was holding a horse.

Zhuang Rui fixed his eyes on "In addition to Guo Tycoon, even Li Superman came, but although they were wearing casual [luck] moving clothes, they did not wear rider's clothes like Dr. Shu Wen.

"Little guy, you're here too." Tut, when I see your horse, my horse can be thrown away..." Guo Tycoon's voice came from a long distance.

"Ha ha, old man, why don't we go around?" Zhuang Rui laughed when he heard the words. Compared with the hazy gambling king, he had a better impression of this straightforward old man.

"Forget it, I haven't ridden a horse for more than ten years, and the old bones can't stand the bumps..."

Even a business hero like tycoon Guo has to bow his head in front of the years. Not to mention them, they are as strong as Genghis Khan, who hit a big country on horseback, and in the end, they can't ride on their beloved horses anymore?

"By the way, young man, have you chosen the jockey for tomorrow's game?" Li Superman, who stood side by side with Guo Tycoon, asked Zhuang Rui with concern that he, like Guo Tycoon, put the heavy pressure on Zhuang Rui.

Zhuang Rui brought Timur on one side with a smile and said, "The jockey is done by me." He is a famous rider on the prairie..." "He finished riding"

After Li Superman and Guo Taihyung looked up and down at Timur, they suddenly showed a strange look on their faces and stood there and looked at each other.

"What's wrong? Two old men, Timur's riding is much better than mine..." Although the two old men didn't say much, Zhuang Rui saw a disapproving look on Dr. Shu Wen's face beside him. Obviously, they were not very optimistic about Timur.

"Cough, little guy, this jockey is very important for horse racing. Although this young man is very good, he is a little too tall..."

With the age and status of Guo Tycoon and others, it is natural that there is no need to hide when talking to Zhuang Rui.

And after seeing Timur, the two tycoons in the Chinese business circle began to waver over their previous decisions. When people like Timur were allowed to be jockeys, the probability of Zhuang Rui winning was a little smaller.

You should know that speed horse racing is to stimulate the maximum potential of the horse in the shortest time, which also requires that the weight of the horse is as light as possible. Therefore, the jockeys of speed horse racing are generally under 1.7 meters.

And Timur's burly figure, which weighs more than 1.8 meters and weighs nearly 200 catties, is extremely rare even among jockeys of huā-like horse racing.

The horses in the speed race are not Mongolian horses, but extremely expensive pure-blood horses. Such a person riding on the horse is absolutely responsible for the decisive impact on the result of the race.

And if they can ride horses and understand horses, they may not be able to become a good jockey. In the horse racing world, although the light of the jockey is shrouded in famous horses, the effort behind them is a lot of training and sweat.

If you want to become a qualified rider and achieve the unity of man and horse, you must first become a good friend with the horse, understand the horse's habits, diet, preferences, and the biological clock must also be consistent with the horse.

A good jockey has strict psychological and physical quality requirements, such as riding a horse and whip, galloping between the world, the bumps on the horse's back and the strength of the legs should be mastered. There is a saying to eat a piece of bread and how much milk you drink.

A famous rider in the horse racing world said: It took me three months to learn to sit on the horse, three months to learn to step on the hamstrings, and three months to overcome the sore feeling of riding a horse.

Although Timur lives on the prairie and has been with horses since she was a child, Guo Tycoon and others can see that chasing the wind is not familiar with him, which is also one of the reasons why they are not optimistic about Timur.

"Zhuang Rui'an replied, what did they say?"

Timur didn't quite understand the Cantonese Mandarin of Guo Tycoon and others, but she also saw that these people seemed to be talking about him.

"Termu's answer, it's nothing. They want to see your demeanor when you ride a horse. You can ride around chasing the wind..." Zhuang Rui dared not tell the truth to Timur, otherwise the blood of the grassland man would come up, regardless of the noble status of the old people in front of him, he may be able .

"Okay, I've wanted to ride and chase the wind for a long time..." Timur didn't have so much thought. After listening to Zhuang Rui's words, he was suddenly overjoyed. He had been slandering the wind for a long time, but chasing the wind never bought his account. That is, yesterday, Zhuang Rui did a lot of

When handing over the reins to Timur, Zhuang Rui came to Timur's ear and whispered, "Brother Timur, don't let go of your speed later, try to slow down, don't let them see our reality..."

"Hey, I know, I promise to surprise them tomorrow..."

Timur smiled when she heard the words and did not step on the stab. She directly put her arms around Chasing Feng's neck with one hand and rode on the horse's back, while Chasing Feng stood firmly in place without shaking her body.

"Good!"

"It's good, you can't ride..." The action of Timur getting on the horse made several onlookers praise loudly. The figure of more than 1.8 meters can have such a dexterous movement, which made several old people have a little confidence in Timur.

Dr. Shu Wen, who was standing next to him, frowned steadily when he saw the scene. From what he had just done, he could see something that Guo Tycoon and others had not observed.

It goes without saying that Timur is skilled in riding, but Dr. Shu Wen's more importance is the physique of chasing the wind. A man who weighs nearly 200 pounds turned over his horse without a trace of shaking, which shows that the power of chasing the wind is extremely great, far from ordinary horses.

The power of the horse often means that it is more explosive, which is also what short-range horse racing pursues. This scene makes Dr. Shu Wen feel a little uneasy. Is it possible that he will lose to this magical boy again?

"Oh, oh, oh, drive!" When Shu Wen was thinking about it, Timur was already running out of the horse. He didn't need to make any action at all. He just sent a few simple instructions in his mouth, and chased the wind and ran on the runway by himself.

"Lu Xian!!!"

At this moment, on the track of the horse farm, there are still three or five horses doing adaptive western practice. The long hiss of chasing the wind resounded throughout the track, which made these horses turn back one after another.

"Oh, I said, can't you run slower?" Zhuang Rui couldn't help complaining in his heart when he saw the scene on the runway. Just now, he specially told Timur. This guy turned his face and forgot his words?

Like a flash of lightning, Timur constantly overtakes a few horses while chasing the wind. In the eyes of others, Timur must be vigorously urging the chasing wind, bringing the speed of chasing the wind to the fastest.

But only Timur knows that it's a pity. After hearing Zhuang Rui's words, he has been pulling the sling of the horse back, trying to limit the speed of chasing the wind, and don't expose the strength of chasing the wind too early.

However, he grew up chasing the wind on the prairie and always maintained the pride of the horse king. It absolutely did not allow horses to run in front of him, so he quickly left a few horses behind regardless of Timur's movements.

Fortunately, after chasing the wind overtook a few horses, the speed immediately slowed down, and Timur rode on it, which also made it feel a little uncomfortable, twisting his neck and sneezing constantly.

In the eyes of an agest, this is a manifestation of the lack of tacit understanding between the jockey and the horse. Dr. Shu Wen, who was just shocked by the sudden speed of the chasing wind, smiled again after seeing this situation.

Although the speed of chasing the wind was not slow just now, it was still a little worse than the top pure-blooded horse, and then the scene of slowing down the horse step also made Dr. Shu Wen think that this was the horse's physical strength.

There is no tacit understanding between people and horses, and their physical strength is not as good as that of pure-blooded horses. In Shu Wen's opinion, it is impossible to win the race.