It is always a happy thing to appreciate the foal, and Lu Xiancheng is happier than others because he knows which horse is really valuable and which horse is purely good.

In every small quarantine ranch with a little prospect, Lu Xiancheng would stop and smile at his "mobile property" while looking at him while asking Matt about his own situation.

"In terms of nutrition, you must focus on ensuring the few horses I mentioned. I just need to take care of the others that I didn't order..." Lu Xiancheng said to the horse characteristics. Others are still good but they don't have the ability. Lu Xiancheng is planning to buy someone at the right price. As for the price of the right price, it will cost 200,000 US dollars. You should know that the breeding fee of these horses is not low, and the most suitable horse costs more than 40,000 US dollars.

The cost of horses is much higher than that of ordinary people.

Lu Xiancheng was talking to Matt, feeling a stream of hot air squirting on his arm. When he turned his head, he found that there was a little foal standing next to the pillar he was leaning against. The little thing was not big and probably only had two months old. He looked so careless and belonged to the middle level among a group of ponies, but not only did he not have a crown on his head, he couldn't even see his breath.

There is no big interest in Lu Xiancheng, a little horse like this, but the little foal seemed to be very interested today. She came to Lu Xiancheng and kept sniffing. The heat was squirting on people.

"He likes you, ss!" Matt reached out and touched the foal's head and said to Lu Xiancheng: "The white boot priest is our favorite foal. Although it has a little slutty temperament, it is not as afraid of people as other foals. Not only is it not afraid of people, it also likes to contact people, and it wants to play with you if it sniffs at you..."

After hearing this, Lu Xiancheng thought to himself: It likes me to have a mao. As a purebred horse, he can't help me make money and fame on the track. Then his ending can only be an auction house!

Thinking of this, Lu Xiancheng felt that it would be better to put away his feelings, because he already had a very slutty second-hand horse at home, and having that one would be a headache. Isn’t it too much to get another one? So he really has no shortage of such horses, so he reached out and pushed the horse’s head and said, “Go and play!”

Who knew that as soon as his hand touched Xiaoma's nose, a stream of air immediately reached Lu Xiancheng's consciousness, which made Lu Xiancheng couldn't help but say: "Huh!?"

This horse is very weird. Some basic things such as speed and endurance are very high, and even the highest horses Lu Xiancheng has ever seen now, which is not even as good as the "good opera" of the golden crown horse he bought in Japan. But this horse is almost not at all competitive!

In other words, this horse is no longer about the number one he runs when he runs, and it will not think about grabbing the position of the head horse like all horses. Generally speaking, no matter how strong it is, all horses will involuntarily grab the position of the head horse when they run. This is the nature formed by the horse's evolution after countless years.

If you let go of the gate on the track and all the horses come out, only one horse is locked in the gate, then the horse will definitely hit the gate, and even if you are bleeding, you will not give up and want to run with other similar people, because this is its nature.

But this pony completely subverted Lu Xiancheng's understanding of horses until now, and even reached a point where he had almost no competitive spirit.

It would be fine if you don’t have a competitive spirit, but don’t grow up like this.

Now Lu Xiancheng was very confused when he saw this horse, just like he was looking at a beggar who was clearly holding a golden bowl in his hand. But this guy was determined to ask someone else's house for bad rice to cover his belly.

"Prince of White Boots?" Lu Xiancheng glanced at the little brown horse. The four-hoofed hoof guard hairs were all snow-white. Perhaps this is why Ma Mu called it a priest of White Boots.

Lu Xiancheng was not interested in such a little mama at the beginning, so he would not have to worry about giving him any name, so the naming rights of the pony came to Matt and others. The name was good, but it was very fucked inside.

"The white boots are almost the same!" Lu Xiancheng stretched out his hand, and the little foal immediately put his nose over. After sniffing Lu Xiancheng's hand twice, he began to sniff Old Matt.

Lu Xiancheng looked at the pony. After looking at it for a while, he immediately raised his foot and touched the foal he had never touched before. After touching it, Lu Xiancheng felt relieved. There was only one such "monster".

Walking back to Matt and the foal. Lu Xiancheng reached out to Matt and pointed the foal and said, "It's good to feed it, add it to the list in front."

After a round, Lu Xiancheng remembered that it was not easy for a horse to run. One word ensured that it would run desperately, that is: beating! When it comes to training, find a more ruthless horse trainer. At that time, the horse whip and the spurs will be added to it, so that it will run like a grandson.

When Lu Xiancheng thought of this, he would not care whether it had any desire to win. He probably put a knife on the cow's butt. Maybe even a cow can run faster than a horse, not to mention that the horse's foundation is so terrifying that it can't be more terrifying.

After hearing what Lu Xiancheng said, Matt was stunned for a moment and happily accepted the result. I have to say that this little foal has no heart to run, and he has done a good job of building relationships.

Because of this little foal, Lu Xiancheng remembered his Japanese ranch again. There were two waste horses that had not touched in person. It would be a pity if there was a person with a skeleton. It would rather be trusted than trustless. Thinking of this, Lu Xiancheng immediately took out his cell phone and called his Japanese ranch, asking them to suspend the sale of the foal that was originally priced, at least they had to wait until they had time to go again.

After putting down the phone, Lu Xiancheng and Matt left here and turned to the warehouse prepared for the agricultural machinery. There were naturally no agricultural machinery inside, only a second-hand one under the skin, and an old cowboy Dirk who was weaving things.

"Is the reins broken?" Lu Xiancheng looked at the things in Dirk's hand and asked.

Dirk nodded: "Well, practice it." After saying that, the old cowboy didn't know what to say, and he lowered his head and continued to repair the reins in his hand.

Lu Xiancheng stood by the wall, looking at the rows of water reins hanging on the wall, and all kinds of horse harnesses, all of which are belly bands, triangle bands, and these slender strips, as for saddles, are not available. Now they are placed in the storage room of the stables. Such stable designs are unified by Lu Xiancheng Ranch. This is the design of the ranch in the United States, Japan and even domestic ranches.

After reaching out, Lu Xiancheng tried some of each leather strap, some of which were soft and hard to touch. Looking at Lu Xiancheng, he started to touch it. Matt also introduced what kind of horse is suitable for what kind of belt, and when should you choose a softer leather strap?

Lu Xiancheng listened very seriously this time. Although he didn't remember much, he felt that it was a little knowledge he had never heard of before. Just like what Lu Xiancheng said in a sentence, some insignificant details determine the depth of a rancher and the management ability of the ranch. Lu Xiancheng is not a management method like this, but Lu wants to work harder in depth.

Finally, Lu Xiancheng saw a triangle belt on the wall. There was not much fancy style on it. There was a silver lion at the junction of the triangle belt. The style of the lion was a bit like the logo of the alliance in World of Warcraft in the future. When Lu Xiancheng remembered this thing, he remembered the glass slag, and the glass slag, and its ability to make money. Then when he thought of taking the glass slag under his command, he suddenly felt like he had a needle. Even his steps were floating, and he hid aside and called his fund manager to check if the glass slag could be purchased.

Unfortunately, the manager didn't say much this time, so he told Lu Xiancheng not to have too much hope, because at this time, the glass slag had found a big financial owner, and with the current momentum of the glass slag, the big financial owner would not want anyone to interfere in his golden hen.

"After all, I'm engaged in investment, I'm quite concerned about this thing." After putting down the phone, Lu Xiancheng subconsciously praised his investment company manager in Chinese, and he actually had such a deep understanding of glass slag.

Lu Xiancheng said in Chinese, Matt and Dirk were both a little blind. They didn't know what their boss was saying. But when they saw Lu Xiancheng looking at the triangle belt with a lion emblem, they thought Lu Xiancheng was interested in this thing.

Matt looked at Dirk, saw Dirk smile and nodding, and then said to Lu Xiancheng: "Poss. Do you like this three-breast strap? If you like it, use it well, anyway, this thing was made by Dirk himself."

"How can you do this?" Lu Xiancheng couldn't help but ask.

After hearing what Lu Xiancheng said, Dirk and Matt looked at each other and laughed.

Matt said: "Boss, in the past, almost all cowboys would do this. Not to mention this, many people have the habit of making saddles by themselves, but now there are fewer people who do it themselves. After all, this thing is too wasteful. I don't do it very well, but Dirk is quite beautiful."

Hum? When Lu Xiancheng heard that this man's saddle was so beautiful, why did he come to work here? So he asked in confusion: "Then why don't you make a saddle, but you're fucking a cowboy."

"Now everyone likes to use mechanical saddles. There are many people who like handmade saddles, but they really don't want to buy many," said Dirk.

Matt looked at Lu Xiancheng and was a little confused, so he said: "The price of the machine saddle is much cheaper than the handmade saddle. As mentioned above, it is one to twice as expensive. Therefore, only a small number of people in the handmade saddle industry are making it, and many of these people are selling machine saddles while accepting customized handmade saddles..."

"Can you do British saddles?" Lu Xiancheng's mind flashed and he asked when he remembered something.

"As long as there is a style, there is no problem! But you don't need to prepare this on Boss. The rider of the track will prepare his usual saddles." Dirk thought Lu Xiancheng wanted to prepare for his pure blood immediately.

Lu Xiancheng couldn't help but look at the old man: You boss, I'm so stupid, I don't know that other riders have special saddles?!

"I want to do a business with you," Lu Xiancheng smiled after whispering someone.

Dirk was no longer stupid at this time, and thought for a while and said, "Do you want to do Masan's business? The boss's business is not easy to do, especially with a newly built brand like ours."

"Who said that it was in the United States? What I said was in China! We built a saddle brand in China," said Lu Xiancheng.

As the horse racing unfolds, Lu Xiancheng believes that at least more and more people will ride horses in Gushan, and the demand for saddles will increase, and the market prospects are very good.

"Poss, I don't have the money to invest!" Dirk always felt that this was a bit nonsense, but seeing his boss smiling and interested, he was afraid of losing this job, so he couldn't help but say.

"You provide technology and I provide funds, and I provide $200,000 in advance. Are you going to distribute shares? I'm seven and three, how about it?" Lu Xiancheng said.

After saying that, he explained and said, "After all, I am still responsible for the market."

When Dirk heard this, he thought he could not escape, so he nodded and said, "I can give it a try!"
Chapter completed!