MTL - Little Life on An American Ranch-Chapter 618 value

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  Chapter 618 Values

  Following a horse farm manager, Jian Heng and the others entered the grooming room that the silly girl said. Before entering, Jian Heng thought it was something tall, but when he went in, he saw that it was a place for bathing horses.

It’s just that this place is too luxurious. It’s not like the Jianheng Ranch has only one faucet for bathing horses all year round. There are four types of faucets in this place. There are warm water, bubbles, and water sprays. What's more, the more important thing is that the horses are all standing in the pool as deep as the horse's joint ball.

  There is a horse in each pool, and each horse is washed by two people. It seems that one is a professional horse washer, and the other is a horse trainer who leads the horse in.

  Jian Heng knew it was because the color of the waistcoats on each person's body was different. The horse trainer's vest was blue, while the horse washer's vest was light green. The vests of the stable staff are different, like the silly girl in front, the vests on her body are black.

  Horse trainers are not only blue vests, the biggest difference from other types of work is that they wear breeches, riding boots on their feet, and helmets on their heads, regardless of men and women.

The manager walked with Jian Heng and explained. Through the manager, Jian Heng understood that the horse washing room or beauty salon alone can clean and bathe a hundred horses at a time. In the words of the manager, a dirty horse comes in. , Waiting for it to go out, the hair is not only shiny and smooth, but also dry and crisp.

Jian Heng believes that the current look is a bit like New York, where four beauties in bikinis give you a place to wash your car by hand. If this effect cannot be achieved, then He Ye's money will definitely be stolen. The wheels are blackened.

After visiting the horses in the beauty salon, Jian Heng and his party went to the horse swimming pool. The swimming pool is divided into five small pavilions, and each small pavilion has five lanes. When four people enter, there is a horse in each lane. Under the training of the trainer, he kept swimming towards the finish line.

   Seeing these horses, Jian Heng felt that his current life was not as good as that of a horse. Thinking about the place where he lived, there was no constant temperature swimming lane, and these horses were the first to enjoy it.

After seeing the beauty salon and swimming pool for horses, there is no novelty in other places, such as the hooves room, the rein repair room, etc., they are all little witches, no matter how bad they are, the money spent It is not as good as these two halls, let alone the outdoor training ground, the color steel shed is nothing more than a little more finely made, how can the price be so high?

   Turning around, Jian Heng couldn't bear it when he came out, and went to the side to call He Ye.

"What's up?"

He Ye answered the phone almost instantly, and before Jian Heng could answer, he heard He Ye's pretending to speak loudly again: "What's wrong, you can't do such a small thing well, so what else can you do?" Forget it, stay where you are and wait for me to come over right away, you guys are all living for nothing."

  As soon as Jian Heng heard this posture, he knew that He Ye was going to use his phone call to escape, so he said loudly in a cooperative manner: "Mr. He, then we will wait for you."

   After the two of them hummed a few words, He Ye hung up the phone on the other end.

  Jian Heng held the phone in his hand, and after waiting for about two minutes, He Ye called: "Hello, what's the matter?"

   "I'm at the stud farm," Jian Heng said.

   "Oh, what happened? The reception of those people is not going well?" He Ye thought that there was something wrong with the stud farm.

  Jian Heng replied: "No, there is nothing wrong. I just want to give you a big thumbs up, with both hands and feet!"

   "What are you doing, mocking me?" He Ye was a little confused.

  Jian Heng smiled and said: "You are really good! Let me tell you how much money you have invested in this racecourse? If the software is uploaded to this scene, it will be ranked first in the world, right?"

  He Ye said: "If we want to do it, we should not do it, but if we want to do it, we must do it in a decent way, and this is a business I have been doing for a long time, and I can't just look at the money!".

   "With such a big stall, when will this stud farm be able to make a profit?" Jian Heng was a little worried.

  He Ye asked Jian Heng in a very puzzled tone on the other end of the phone: "Are you still thinking about making money from the horse farm?"

   "Isn't this nonsense, the horse breeding farm is originally meant to make a profit, so we can't continue to pay for it every year, right?" Jian Heng said.

   "It's not your money to post money, can I burn my hands if I have too much money?" He Ye said.

  Jian Heng was speechless when he heard that, he was stunned for a while and said: "Speak seriously!"

"Okay, I know about it, but maybe in the past five or six years, horse farms don't think about making money. The care of ponies, the training of jockeys, and participation in European competitions all require money. , counting on the little money from those horse riders can’t support it at all, I guess I will have to throw in about 20 million in the next few years,” He Ye said.

"Damn, I can only say that you are really rich!" Jane did some calculations and it was about the same. Just a rough calculation, there are three to four hundred employees in this breeding farm, and each person's salary is more than 10,000. It costs five or six million yuan a month, and about five or six million yuan a year, plus those foreigners invited from Europe and the United States, maybe it can break 70 million yuan.

  Thinking about it this way, Jian Heng finally had a deeper understanding of the saying that horses are toys for the rich.

   "I have no money to pay for it," Jian Heng said.

"I didn't ask you to pay, look at your stinginess! By the way, I'll hang up if there's nothing to do, and I have to find a quiet place to go back to sleep. I was dragged out at seven in the morning." He Ye didn't want to Chatted.

  Jian Heng just hummed and hung up the phone.

   Putting away the phone, Jian Heng returned to Jingli and asked, "Is there a horse?"

  The manager said: "What kind of horse do you want to ride?"

   Jian Heng didn't answer the manager's question first, but turned around and asked Hu Chengzhi a few questions: "You know how to ride a horse, right?"

  The other two nodded, and Director Fang said embarrassingly, "I won't!"

  The manager said: "It doesn't matter, we have a special teacher here who can teach you."

  Seeing that Director Fang also nodded, Jian Heng said: "Let's ride horses, so let's bring out some of my dad's horses."

  The manager was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay!"

The four of them waited for about seven or eight minutes, and the four horses, which were fully saddled and bridle, were brought in front of the four of them. As the master, Jian Heng asked Hu Chengzhi and Xu Guanning to choose first. As for Director Fang, he, a novice, had no chance to choose. The trotting horse that the coach is holding is his practice mount.

The three horses are all first-class horses, and there is nothing to choose, except that the coat color of the horses is different. Hu Chengzhi chose a brown one, and Xu Guanning picked a snow-white one. The big white horse, Jian Heng's side is naturally the remaining black horse.

The three of them got on the saddle, and after a few steps of trotting, Jian Heng felt that Hu Chengzhi really knew how to ride, but his riding style was different from the mainstream Western style of riding in the world today. Shrunken, it's not like Jian Heng's whole person is very beautiful and upright on the horseback. It doesn't mean that Hu Chengzhi's riding style is not popular. This kind of riding style is the riding style of Mongolian cavalry. Minimal, good for protecting yourself.

  Where do horses still be used in wars in today’s society, so riding a horse like this is a bit outdated or ugly for leisure wild riding.

  As for Xu Guanning, he was completely half-toned, his whole body tensed up when he was on the horseback, but he could still sit on the horseback, which belonged to the entry-level entry-level.

   "You take a slow walk for a while, and I will run a few laps without rein."

Jian Heng knew that the horse under his crotch was not only beautiful, but also good at foot strength. If it was placed in ancient times, it would definitely be the best war horse in the world, with a certain load and speed, and it was faster than the average horse. War horses are much faster, smarter and bolder.

Hu Chengzhi said: "I haven't run for a long time, and this horse is really good. To be honest, riding it is more comfortable than riding the Akhal Tekin horse at home. I want to run a few laps if I feel like it , why don't you come and have a try?"

   "Come on, just come." Jian Heng felt that running with someone would be more exciting, so he agreed.

  The two ran as soon as they said they would, and entered the grass path directly from the nearest entrance. There was no referee or anything.

Two horses, especially two big stallions, don't need to be urged to run, and no one is behind if you chase me. After all, the grass path is a circle, and even if it passes the main road at the gate, there is still a gap. The road passes under the road, and there is no need to rein in the horse and stop these cumbersome things.

   Two laps in a row, almost running for nearly six or seven kilometers, and the two stopped. The final result was that Hu Chengzhi won by seven to eight positions.

   "A good horse, really a good horse! It's worth the money you spend!" Hu Chengzhi was full of praise for the mount under his crotch as soon as he stopped.

  Now he finally knows why the two guys are willing to pay so much money to build this racecourse.

  (end of this chapter)