When Kava heard that I was going to the horse farm, she immediately looked straight.

"Boss, I've never heard you are interested in horse racing!" Kava turned her face with a puzzled look on her face.

"Driving well and looking ahead!" I pointed to the car window and said, "Who said I am no longer interested in horse racing anymore? I have wanted to go and take a look, but I have never had time."

Kava smiled foolishly and said, "Horse racing is something that is done by those idle and boring people. I'm afraid it's not suitable for people like the boss."

"If you have any suitable or not, just be happy." I lit a cigarette and took a sip of it with great pleasure.

"Since you're going, go to Jefferson Racecourse. Today is Thursday, and there's a game at this time." Kava squeezed his eyes at me.

"What are you going to at Jefferson Racecourse?! Didn't you say that the horse racing in that place is not a real horse, I want to go to the places you usually go to." I denied Kava's suggestion.

"But boss, the places I went to were all civilian racecourses, and the people participating were all ordinary people, which did not match your identity." Kawa said whinely.

"What's wrong with it? I'm not the president of the United States, but an ordinary citizen. I went to the civilian racecourse!" I gave the order.

Kava had to turn the front of the car and drive towards the outskirts of Los Angeles.

"Kava, you made a lot of money in racing horses, right?" I asked meaningfully, looking at the street trees that were quickly retreating on both sides of the road outside the window.

With Kava's understanding of horses, winning money is only a matter of how much.

Sure enough, after hearing what I said, Kava laughed dryly.

"Boss, I actually won some money in the past half month. There are yuan in total, but now I don't have it, but I have paid for several thousand yuan." Kava's tone was extremely relaxed.

In DreamWorks, Kava can be regarded as the most frugal person. He never spends money like the guys in Stenberg. Kava will definitely save money, and then store it in the bank and never use it indiscriminately. Over time, people from DreamWorks call him Grandet.

He is usually very concerned about a few dollars, but now he smiles when talking about a few thousand dollars. This makes me a little surprised.

"Kava, will you lose if you are so proficient in horses?!" I shrugged.

Kava laughed: "I lost because I didn't lose, but I just used the money to help some people. Oh, by the way, boss, I have also formed a very small horse farm, although there is only one horse and two horses."

"You also built a horse farm! Kava, you kid's work is too secret, I don't even know." I looked at Kava differently.

He usually looks like a wood, but he even set up a horse farm.

Kava said a little embarrassedly: "Boss, two bad horses in a stable, and together they only cost one or two thousand dollars. Do you need to know about such things? Besides, I'm just having fun."

"You guy, I found that I underestimated you." I leaned against the seat and narrowed my eyes.

The car drove fast on the road and soon entered a small town.

There are many small towns around Los Angeles, which are satellite towns in Los Angeles. These towns are bigger and more prosperous than ordinary towns, but there is no way to compare with big cities.

The car has entered this small town called Santia, and the scene in front of me is completely different from what I saw in Los Angeles.

If Los Angeles is a modern and civilized city with cars running around and crowds, then it is more like a small town with distinctive characteristics in the west.

Most of the people here are not wearing suits and ties, and almost all wear jeans and hats that are typically worn by Westerners. They will also see some people wearing suits. But there are too few such people.

There are very few cars on the street, and you can see people riding on horseback on the road everywhere. In an instant, time seemed to have returned to the Western era.

Kava and I parked the car in a parking lot to avoid attracting other people's attention. The two of us bought a set of jeans in the clothing store next to the runway and replaced it. In a blink of an eye, we became Western denims that were no different from others. Kava was afraid that something would happen to me and specially got me a fake beard. After such a fuss, no one knew me.

Saving the trouble of being recognized, I relaxed all over and followed Kava to the depths of the town.

As Kava walked, she introduced: "Boss, Santeya Town has become a horse distribution center around it since a long time ago, probably when the west was moved. At that time, if someone wanted to sell horses, they would transport the horses here for sale. Over time, it became the most famous horse trading center in Los Angeles."

"Now, with the rise of industry, horses play less and less roles in people's lives, and the Westerners have a lot of similarities with us Indians in their attitude towards horses. They love horses and like the desire to live in the past life brought by horses. Therefore, the people here still retain the cowboy style from decades ago."

"They like horses and prefer horse-related sports. This place has never been interrupted since decades ago. Although the first thing people think of when it comes to Los Angeles Racetrack is Jefferson Racetrack, here, Santia Racetrack is famous among the civilian racetracks. It is the most famous civilian racetrack in California, where horse racing competitions are almost from morning to night."

"These competitions are of great scale, with competitions representing the highest level of civilian horse racing, and there are also competitions that several people have started to make a bet. The bets are generally not high, and these people are meant to enjoy life."

"When I first came here, I looked for an outdoor location for Mr. Dunar. As soon as I got here, I fell in love with this place. The people here are simple and easy to interact with. The horses here have not been trained too much, and many of them are horses in the pasture. It is very interesting."

Kava took me and introduced me as she walked. People came over to say hello to him from time to time on the road. It seemed that this guy was a well-known person here now.

"Kava, you're doing well here." I quipped as Kava kept responding to the people next to me.

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It's a horse lover, and they have no doubts about my ability to see horses. The reason is that I can give them advice when they bet, and my ideas will make them win in most cases." Kava stuck out her tongue at me.

On one side of the town, there are many racecourses distributed on a plain.

These racecourses are incomparable to those regular racecourses. The sides of the racetrack are simply loaded with tree stumps and fences, while the racetrack is filled with soil, and the stones and other things on it are cleaned up, and then it is fine to be smoothed.

Such a racecourse is not ordinary simple.

When we arrived at the ground, a race was about to begin. At the starting point, eight horses were lined up, and the riders were preparing for the event, and then they were focused on waiting for the orders of the competition.

Although I don't know much about horses, after a few glances, I even felt that these horses were simply unable to compare with those on the Jefferson Racecourse.

These horses have messy fur. Some of them can tell at a glance that they were unloaded from the carriage. Some are skinny and bony, and seem to have never eaten enough. Some of them have a serious irregular body ratio, which seems to be terrible last time.

The rider immediately was tall and short, and there was even a fat man.

Such a scene is absolutely invisible in a regular racecourse.

However, the people watching outside the fence did not seem to feel bored because of these. On the contrary, these people waved their hats and shouted inside, very excited, no worse than those who watched the field in the Jefferson Racecourse.

"Boss, do you want to play?" Kava smiled.

"Play. Of course." I nodded and asked, "How to play?"

Kava took me to a table next to me, where the bet was placed.

"There are eight horses in this game, and each batch of horses has different odds. You can buy one or several. If you lose, the money will be gone. If you win, you will be paid according to the odds." Kava shrugged.

"It's that simple?" I was stunned.

"It's that simple. It's not enough before betting. You have to study these horses carefully and determine which of these horses will win the race." Kava pointed to the eight horses on the track.

I looked at it and found that although these eight horses were too tall, it would be extremely difficult to see which of them could win the competition.

This thing seems to be comparable to luck.

"How about the boss? Have you decided which horse to bet?" Kava asked with a smile.

I looked at it once, and finally my eyes locked on a horse in the middle. This horse is taller than the other horses, and is very beautiful in chestnut fur. Since I took the field, I have been making noises. Let's look at the odds. It has the lowest odds, 1:

"The batch that chooses 5!" I pointed to the horse, then took it out of my pocket and placed it on the table.

"Sir, you are so generous." The guy who registered for me smiled and handed me a sign.

"Kava, which one do you choose?" I asked.

Kava smiled and pointed to the one closest to us and said, "I bet this one."

"Kava, do you think you have too much money?" I immediately laughed at the horse.

This horse has a big belly and a short body. Its originally white fur is covered with black spots. It is better to say that it is like a cow than a horse. The other horses are holding their heads, and only it is hanging its head and eating a piece of grass on the ground that has not been cleaned yet. That way, it is simply declining.

Let’s look at the odds again, 1:15,~Here you come.

But Kava had no intention of changing his mind, and he also took out $50 to put it in.

"Mr. Kava, you have always been unique in your eyes, but this time, I'm afraid you will lose this 50 US dollars." The registered old man shook his head.

"Everyone, everyone! This friendly race between eight towns in southern Los Angeles is about to begin. The eight horses that appear on the track are now selected from the horses of the eight towns, representing the highest level of the eight nearby towns. Among them, five horses called "bullets" are the most popular. They may eventually win the $1,000 prize for this competition."

An old guy who looked like a racetrack forecaster stood on the platform next to the track with a loudspeaker, shouting loudly to the people on the field.

The originally bustling stadium suddenly became quiet.

"Preparation!" The guy pulled out his gun from his waist and pointed his gun upwards.

The riders on the field all bent down and prepared to start the run.

Bang! The old man knocked the trigger and the game began.

But just as the gunshots were heard, the people on the entire racetrack were hilarious.

It turned out that a horse who was participating in the competition was frightened by the gunshots. He yelled and threw the owner on his back down, then turned around and ran in the opposite direction, jumped over the fence and ran away, leaving only his owner, lying on the track with mud on his mouth.

Hahaha! The audience around the track laughed so hard that they were falling back and forth. Someone had already run in and helped the unlucky guy out.

One horse ran away, and the seven horses on the field entered the competition normally.

The race is eight laps.

In the first and second laps, there seemed to be no big gap between the seven horses, but after the third and fourth laps, the gap gradually widened. The No. 5 horses called "bullets" raised their hooves and raised their heads to the front, while the spotted horse that Kava wanted sat at the end.

Hahaha, I laughed happily, and then said to Kava: "Kava. I thought you had a very high level of horses. Now it seems that this is the case. Look at the bullets I bet, and then look at the spotted horses you bet. Is there any suspense in this game?"

Kava didn't say much, he just shrugged and said, "Look down."

On the fifth and sixth laps, the bullet still ran in the front, and the distance between it and the horse behind it became larger and larger. It won the cheers of most people.

"Bullet Head

I must have won! I bet it ten dollars!" An old man laughed out loud as he drank the wine inside.

Look at the spotted horse in Kavaab. Although it exceeded two horses, it was only slapped in the middle and back. Moreover, the horse seemed to have not woken up, and even had its head hanging down when it was running.

"Kava, this time, you will definitely lose." I began to cheer for the "bullet".

"Bullet!"

"Bullet!"
To be continued...