pasture leisure

Chapter 10 is targeted
After getting on the horse's back, Zhang Chi tapped the horse's belly lightly, and the dismounted horse trotted lightly.

After running around the fence, Zhang Chi understood why Kimberly said that Mason's equestrian skills were very good. At this time, he also believed what Kimberly said. The old cowboy Mason used to be an excellent horse trainer.

Because this horse is so well trained, the horse can clearly receive as long as a slight instruction, and act according to your ideas.

Zhang Chi's equestrian skills are not very good, but there are many drinking friends' houses with his uncle, so he still has a certain understanding of horse nature, and he is not a horse riding rookie.

Of course, there is no such thing as equestrian skills, and even Zhang Chi’s riding skills can’t reach the edge of equestrian skills. He is just an ordinary rider, and he needs the horse to be able to resolutely carry out his orders, and there will be no resistance to the rein Happening.

Now the horse he got off was obviously well-tuned. It could execute the orders of Zhang Chi and the two swords very well, and it was also very comfortable to play waves on the horse's back.

The so-called surfing, which most people may not know, actually refers to the movement of a person following the movement of the horse when riding a horse. When the ups and downs of the person can completely match the movement of the horse, both the person and the horse will be very comfortable.

Zhang Chi can feel comfortable, it is obvious that the trainer has done a good job.

"That's it".

Zhang Chi rode around and dismounted in front of Mason.

The first sentence when dismounting is to confirm the horse.

Mason didn't say much, and nodded directly to show that he knew.

"However, I don't have any money with me now. After I withdraw the money tomorrow, I will come to pick up the horse again. What do you think?" Zhang Chi asked.

Zhang Chi really doesn’t have much money today. Yes, generally speaking, Zhang Chi always has some money on him, but today’s little money was almost looted by the owner of the harness store. Now he has enough money. Money for a popsicle on the side of the road.

Mason stretched out his hand, "Deposit."

Zhang Chi was a little embarrassed. It was reasonable for someone to ask for a deposit. He couldn't book someone else's horse by himself, so he just left without anything.

But Zhang Chi also has a way. He stretched out his finger on the saddle on the horse's back and said, "Put these here first, and then take them away when I bring the money over."

When Mason heard this, he also retracted his hand.

Just like that, the two men settled the matter clearly, and then Zhang Chi went back to the ranch. Old Mason opened the gate for Zhang Chi, closed the gate, rode on his horse, and came to the bar again.

In the same position, with the same wine, Mason who sat down was still drinking while injecting his gaze on the countertop of the bar.

At this time, the bar was already full, and five or six cowboys in their thirties and forties were drinking and talking about the mountains, from state affairs to which girls on TV were pretty.

Men are similar everywhere, and current affairs and women are always the most important topics in their lives.

"Mason, I heard that we have a Chinese here?"

asked a bearded cowboy as he sipped his drink.

Mason didn't turn his head back, just nodded slightly.

At this time another cowboy said: "Chinese people study mathematics and can be doctors, but they run a ranch and I heard that they also need to raise cattle. Why do I think it is so funny?"

The cowboy's words caused a burst of laughter from the surrounding cowboys.

"I think within two years, the Chinese will be crying and listing the ranch again."

Hahahaha!

"Two years, I think one year is enough, how deep is the pocket to buy that pasture? After one year of breeding, half of the cattle will die, and he will have to leave naked."

"One year? I think it's about the same."

A group of cowboys laughed and said.

Neither Kimberly nor Mason smiled at the moment. One of them was working quietly, and the other was drinking the wine in his hand quietly. It seemed that the malicious teasing of the cowboys next to them did not arouse their interest.

"He bought your horse?"

Mason nodded: "I bought one."

"Can he ride a horse?"

Mason said at this time: "I can ride, but my riding skills are average."

"When will you ask him to compete in riding skills?"

"Aren't you bullying him, just want to see him fall off the horse?"

"I haven't seen a Chinese fall from a horse, and I don't know if it's the same as us."

Another burst of laughter followed.

"How about we block it? Kimberly, Kimberly, write it down on your little blackboard, I bet a year, that Chinese person will have to go out in a year! I bet ten dollars! Who else To gamble?"

"I want to bet, also ten dollars, that the Chinese will put the ranch on the market in half a year."

Another cowboy yelled too.

"I still think two years, fifteen dollars"

Five or six cowboys bet one after another.

After hearing this, Kimberly turned around and wrote a line on the small blackboard hanging next to it, marking the bet, with the initials of the bettors underneath.

This kind of thing is very common in small bars in the country. These people are almost omnipotent. Of course, the most important thing is the ball game. Whenever there is a major game, the bar where the cowboys gather will have similar things occur.

But for such a small bet, no one would place a large bet. Even if someone wanted to place a bet, the owner of the bar would not allow it, because a large amount would be gambling.

There is no problem with this thing in a certain state, but it is against the law here. If Kimberly dares to do this, the tax police will definitely teach Kimberly a lesson.

Mason opened his mouth at this time: "Kimberly, bet me $[-], I think that Chinese can survive for two years."

Mason's voice stunned the cowboys in the bar.

"You think he'll last two years?"

Someone thought it was a bit strange, and then asked, "Has he worked on a ranch before?"

Kimberly explained at this time: "I heard from him that he had never worked on a ranch before."

Mason said: "I've never worked on a ranch, and I don't have any traces of cowboys on my body."

Everyone works on the ranch, or they have always grown up on the farm and ranch. The hands of the workers must be different from those of other occupations.

"Then how are you sure he can live for two years?"

Some cowboys don't understand.

But Mason said: "I just think that life has to be a bit of a surprise. A Chinese man who runs a ranch is a surprise. Who knows if he can make this surprise bigger?"

In fact, old Mason is not optimistic about Zhang Chi, but he doesn't like these cowboys who talk foul, especially the cowboys at the current two tables.

A group of people who work for others on the ranch actually look down on a rancher who can get hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy a ranch. These people's brains are probably not much more than monkeys.

Mason felt that most of his money might be gone, but he just didn't like these people in his heart.

Zhang Chi, who came home at this moment, didn't know that he had become someone else's bet, but even if he knew, Zhang Chi wouldn't care.

Because a newcomer, in a new group, will definitely hear some crazy talk, this is the same everywhere, Zhang Chi lived in the countryside when he was a child, and in some villages, it is not new for big surnames to bully small surnames , Now these cowboys are just making fun of themselves.

At the same time, Zhang Chi also understands that everyone in the United States discriminates against everyone, but the only one who does not discriminate against the rich. As long as you make money here, you have to step aside regardless of race or skin.

For Zhang Chi, the most powerful counterattack against the malice of these cowboys is not to fight them, but to manage his ranch well and earn money is the greatest humiliation.

When Zhang Chi returned home, he took out his notebook and continued to flip through the information on the Internet, because he was going to buy a cow next.

If there are no cattle in the ranch that raises cattle, can it still be called a ranch?

Flipping through the pages, Zhang Chi came across a piece of useful information, that is, in a few days' time, there will be an auction in a small town about two hours away from Amber.

It's not a special cattle auction, but a mess of everything, including cattle, sheep, horses, and even some piglets.

After Zhang Chi saw the information, he took paper and notes, and marked it on his mobile phone, so that he could have a look when he went over that day.

Zhang Chi was about to read the next article, when suddenly his cell phone rang.

I picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, so I hung up immediately. There are also a lot of phone scams here. Generally, it is not a familiar phone number, so Zhang Chi passed it directly.

Who knew that this person was still stubborn, after hanging up several times in a row, the phone still kept calling.

Zhang Chi looked at it, then reached out to answer the phone.

"No need!" Zhang Chi said.

Just about to hang up the phone, a female voice came from the other end: "Wait a minute, listen to me first."

"No matter what you say, I don't need it," Zhang Chi said.

"I have something serious to talk to you about. Are you Mr. Zhang Chi?"

"Ok!"

Zhang Chi didn't expect that this telecom fraud guy knew his name. Guan Jian's Chinese pronunciation is quite similar, at least much better than Kimberly's George. George, Zhang Chi, this is obviously a big deal Can't hit it.

"I am the manager of an outdoor goods store, and I would like to ask you to be our spokesperson...".

Said the female voice on the other end of the phone.

The first thought that popped up in Zhang Chi's mind was: Why, telecom fraud has changed its routine now, what kind of new routine is this?Spokesperson?Does this image of Lao Tzu represent the words of a bird?
It's not that Zhang Chi is inferior, but that he has a deep understanding of his own appearance. If nothing else, his height is just over the extreme line in China, let alone in the United States, people on the road There are many tall guys.

There are quite a few short people, but when it comes to hiring a spokesperson, maybe being short is not an advantage, right?
"Spokesperson? You're kidding, that's enough. You've been talking for a long time, and I'm tired of hearing it. Save your saliva, and I can relax my ears too, bye!"

"No, no! Otherwise, can I go to your side for an interview?" The female voice on the other end of the phone was still impatient.

Zhang Chi said casually: "Okay, then you come!"

How could Zhang Chi believe this.

Throwing down the phone and continuing to read the information on the Internet, the hope of filling the pasture with cattle now overrides everything.

(End of this chapter)