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Chapter 1242 Probing

Horse farm.

Qian Duoduo and Zeng Baoyi have changed into horse riding equipment, helmets, gloves, and knight suits. The two have chosen horses. Qian Duoduo chose a batch of dark white Orlov horses. This is a light horse, which is more suitable for racing and accelerates very quickly when running. Of course, there is another characteristic that is that it is relatively gentle and easy to tame.

Zeng Baoyi was relatively wild, and the waiter behind him was leading a group of black Mongolian horses. This type of horse has been used as a war horse since ancient times. It is extremely manic by nature and is in a semi-wild state.

Qian Duoduo was casual on the phone, but he received a good education since he was a child, and he revealed a strong aristocratic temperament in every move.

He said slowly: "Shang Yang's performance last night is obvious to everyone. He has a quick thinking, an extraordinary IQ, and is cruel to the enemy. He can openly insult Shang Wan in that kind of occasion. Do you think that based on the weight of the two of us, can we persuade him?"

On yesterday's occasion, they were indeed VIP guests, but there were many visitors and they paid attention to the rain and dew, so after coming out of the lounge, there was not much intersection.

"If you can't persuade me, you have to persuade me. What can we do after the orders from the superiors?"

Zeng Baoyi was wearing tight breeches. Yesterday she couldn't tell her in an evening dress. Now she can highlight her figure. It's not very good because her upper body is not plump, but she is very thin and very slim, which makes her legs wrapped in breeches look extremely slender.

He also said: "Last night, I carefully looked at Shang Yang's actions for so many years. I didn't know if I didn't see them. I was shocked when I saw them. According to his personality, I never gave up until I achieved my goal. If he really continued to attack Shang Wan, according to Aunt Shen's attitude, it would be impossible to sit idly by. If Aunt Shen intervened, things would be very difficult to do..."

"The pace is very good now, so I can't mess with him."

Qian Duoduo nodded. Although he didn't know much about Shang Yang, his father Qian Jin called over at the end of the banquet yesterday, asking him to find ways to persuade Shang Yang Ansheng, which was enough to prove his danger.

"Uncle Shang has been feeling guilty for so many years. Last night's indulgence is a verification. Otherwise, with Uncle Shang's scheming, he would never go crazy in such an occasion. He is afraid that his kind father will lose more..."

Zeng Baoyi continued: "The most important thing is not Aunt Shen's attitude, but also the old man. Although he did not tear his face yesterday, there are definitely many people who see the conflict. Shang Yang slapped the Shang family in the face in public. If the old man gets angry, the consequences will be even more serious..."

The two communicated.

Shang Yang and the other two walked in from the side entrance and also changed their equipment.

This is the first time Shang Yang has come to such a place, and he has never been to China. Instead, he went to his classmates' houses to play and rode a donkey when he was in school.

This horse farm is very big, not grassland, but land.

"There were many guests yesterday, so please forgive me if I was not well received..." Shang Yang took the initiative to speak.

"Isn't it emotional? I just said on the phone that we are friends, and we are still polite?" Qian Duoduo responded with a smile.

Zeng Baoyi did not say hello to Shang Yang, stared at Chen Yutong up and down: "Little beauty, we meet again. You are wearing this outfit, which is even more cool than a dress, and you are very fairy-like..."

"Thanks"

Chen Yutong was not as nervous as yesterday, and was generous: "You are more suitable for this outfit..."

A few greetings and a few words to get to the point.

"This is my third time here. I'm quite familiar with the racetrack varieties in the world. Here is the most complete one. Baoyi and I have chosen it.

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OK, I am Orlov horse, she is Mongolian horse, you can also find what you are used to, let's run a few laps after the choice."

Choose a horse?

Shang Yang doesn't understand at all.

He turned around and asked, "What horse do you want?"

I plan to choose between them and choose one of them so that I will not be nervous.

"I choose Hannover..." Chen Yutong spoke slowly. This type of horse is mostly used for equestrian performances and is more obedient. Choosing this type proves that he does not intend to participate in the running lap.

"I use Andalusian horse..." Li Long said it naturally.

Shang Yang had a black line. He was planning to see Li Long's joke. In his impression, Li Long didn't understand horses, but why did he say it so smoothly?

Also said: "I use Anda too..."

As he said that, he suddenly stopped and forgot the following words. He was right beside him, but he couldn't say them. He wisely said in a hurry: "Is there any sweaty and blood BMW?"

I only know this type of horse, but I have read it in the novel.

"Have courage!"

Qian Duoduo raised his fingers, then turned his head and explained to the waiter beside him. The waiter nodded and went to the stable to lead the horse.

Shang Yang was stunned by his words, and he wanted to know why he was so brave to choose this kind of horse, but it was hard to ask in such an occasion.

Zeng Baoyi looked at Shang Yang heavily, as if he was not surprised by his choice of this type of horse. In fact, the horse performance on this occasion is similar, and there will definitely be no extreme speed and falling behind. However, a person's personality will be analyzed based on the breed of horse chosen.

The horses they chose are valuable, but they are different from the sweat-blooded BMWs chosen by Shang Yang. There are only about 3,000 sweat-blooded BMWs in the world today, and more than 60% of them are in the same country, and at most one thousand horses are in the outside world...

Even here, there is only one horse. There is no more than three horses that can be run away from the entire United States, and the others are raised by private individuals, so it is impossible to buy even if you have money, and it is unique.

The horse was quickly led over.

Shang Yang looked carefully at the sweat-blooded BMW he chose. To be honest, choosing horses is a very professional job. When the height, fat and thin are similar, the layman could not see the difference between the breeds at all, so he naturally couldn't see them. He imitated the way a few people got on the horse and rode them on.

No abnormality was noticed either.

There is no such thing as pedaling backwards on TV, and I am not allowed to ride, so I am very docile at the moment.

The five people didn't run at the first time and needed to walk along the fence and walked slowly.

Qian Duoduo and Zeng Baoyi looked at each other.

Qian Duoduo took the initiative to laugh: "You are the first one I have ever seen to choose a sweat-blooded BMW. I used to avoid running horses with my friends. The main reason is that there are too few horses like this. If you are used to riding, you will get addicted and feel uncomfortable if you can't ride..."

Is it a little?

Shang Yang didn't understand at all. What he was worried about now was that he must sit firmly and not fall down. It was too embarrassing.

"You dare not ride!" Zeng Baoyi said mercilessly: "This kind of horse is also called the emperor's horse in China. According to legend, Emperor Wu of Han likes this kind of horse the most. Most people cannot control the temperament of a sweat-blooded BMW, let alone you do not match it at all..."

Qian Duoduo smiled awkwardly, but no response.

Zeng Baoyi turned his eyes: "You should be used to it, right? You have been riding this kind of horse in China?"

Chen Yutong followed by, feeling something was wrong with the words. When he came here to see the two of them, he felt that the situation was wrong. Maybe the meeting place was chosen at the horse farm, but he couldn't think of where he was.

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"No, the first time riding!"

Shang Yang replied truthfully, spending all his thoughts on sitting firmly, and he didn't think of the deep meaning of her words. He answered this way to make himself fall down later and look better: "There are few friends around me who play with horses and have very little contact..."

Zeng Baoyi was stunned, thinking he could hear that it was testing his ambitions, but he didn't expect that this was the answer, and he was a little overwhelmed by Lei.

Seeing that she would not be able to test, Qian Duoduo took over the topic and said, "Awesome, I ran a sweat-blooded BMW for the first time. It was indeed the courage of the Shang family. I forgot to say that this horse farm can raise horses. As long as you pay a certain fee, this horse belongs to you within a certain period of time and no one else can touch it..."

"Shang Yang, you met him the first time you rode, which proves that you are destined to be an emperor horse. Do you have to be in Las for a long time in the future? Why not raise this horse like this?"

After saying that, he carefully observed Shang Yang's expression.

Shang Yang still couldn't hear what it meant and shook his head: "It's true that encountering is fate, but my fate with it is shallow. I will go back to China in a few days. If I come again, I won't be able to raise it..."

Go back to China?

Qian Duoduo was also a little confused. Everyone knew that he was taken to Lass by Shang Yin and had such a big party. He wanted to station him in Lass. And based on his personality, it didn’t seem like he could give up with Shang Maru. What does it mean to go back to China?

Retreat to advance?

"You want to go back to China?" Zeng Baoyi was also surprised and asked directly: "Why go back?"

"I am not comfortable in the country, but I am not as comfortable as the country!" Shang Yang said frankly: "No matter how good this place is, it is not my hometown after all. Besides, I don't think it is better than China, so I plan to go back. If you have time, you can visit Yongcheng. I will open the door to welcome..."

When the two of them heard this, they looked at each other, analyzing the truth and falsehood of this sentence. It was impossible for him not to take revenge, and Shang Yin could not let him go.

So what does he mean when he said back to China?

Hearing it, tempting, fighting back?

Qian Duoduo thought about it and had to say it more bluntly: "Uncle Shang will be very sad when you go back, not to mention that this world has great achievements. With your help, Uncle Shang will be like a fish in water, which can make the situation more stable..."

Zeng Baoyi also added: "The Shen family did not attend the party yesterday, and their attitude is already very clear. If you go back at this point in time, Uncle Shang's previous efforts will be in vain..."

The instructions they received were to remind Shang Yang and Ansheng point indirectly.

It's definitely not to let Shang Yang go back.

If he left, Shang Yin's strength would become weaker and he would offend the Shen family once for nothing.

"There is a saying that children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Similarly, I have their own blessings. I can't get involved in the struggle between them and I don't want to interfere. It's better to go back to China to enjoy a happy life in a foreign country? Life is more comfortable, and there is no harm in the end..." Shang Yang replied calmly.

The two of them became in a dilemma again. They couldn't figure out whether Shang Yang really wanted to go back or heard his own temptation and directly fought back to shut up.

Thinking about it in my mind, it seems that the latter is more likely.

They looked at each other again. Sure enough, this guy had a bad temper. He dared to openly slap Shang Jun in the face yesterday. Today he was just a test, so he was aggressive in retreating to advancing...

Qian Duoduo said awkwardly: "That's right, everyone has their own ideas... The horse is almost gone, how many laps are running?"
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