Kava rubbed the canned legs and her voice was low.

"That day I held the can and lived in a town. I healed it in the horse. Then I met House. At that time, House was a rider in Santia. He had worked in the Jefferson Racecourse before, but was later fired for a leg injury."

"We didn't know each other at that time. House came over and told me that the horse was a good horse. He spoke my heart."

Speaking of this, Kava finally had a smile on her face.

"That night, House and I stayed in the stables, and we talked about a lot of things. The two strangers came together because of a horse."

"We decided to train this guy who was miserable as a waste horse, and then I bought this little estate with my own savings, and focused on training this guy with House, and named it Canned."

"!" The canned food raised its head and let out a low voice, as if it was responding to Kava.

Kava smiled and patted the canned head. Then he continued, "Since then, life in canned fields has been better. There are special land horses, eat casually and casually. There are special people to take care of, and we have found a girlfriend for it." Kava pointed to the white horse in another stable and laughed.

"When its body recovers almost, we start training it and retraining." House looked at me and smiled, "But it's hard."

"Why is it difficult?" I asked.

Kava shrugged: "The training received by canned food is for waste horses. All the requirements are just the same as the requirements of a racing horse. It is naturally very difficult to change these concepts that are deeply rooted in its mind."

"At the beginning, no matter what horse race, it always runs at the end, even though we know it is absolutely capable of running to the front."

"Later, we encouraged it in various ways and regained confidence. As long as it wins, we hugged it and kissed it. If we lose, we would shut it down."

"Just train slowly, we changed the things on it little by little. How to charge,

It is very difficult to master these technical points, but it is only very difficult.”

"Don't you dare to win the game?" At this time, I had completely understood why in the last game, the can that was already winning was chosen to stop in front of the finish line.

"Yes." Kava nodded: "Although we train the most in this regard, the principles that a waste horse needs to follow most are still in its mind. During the race, especially at the finish line, it always subconsciously chooses to give victory to other horses."

"Can you correct this problem?" I couldn't help but sigh loudly for the can.

"It's possible. But it takes time." Kava nodded.

"Can is much better now. In the past, no matter what the opponent was in the competition, it always lowered its head and ran to the end, and now it knows to charge." House slapped the can's head and smiled brightly.

Looking at the canned food lying comfortably on the ground, I also laughed.

"Kava, take good care of canned food. I want to see it become the king of the civilian racecourse. Not only that, I also want to take it to the Jefferson racecourse and let those thoroughbred horses bow their heads in front of it." I touched the canned head and smiled.

"This horse farm is a bit small, the environment is not good, and it is not safe enough. You and House should simply move to our manor villa. The place is too big and I have always been worried. Besides, there is a horse farm with a very good equipment inside, and the canned food can be trained there with better conditions."

My words made Kava and House excited.

"Boss, this is great. I have long felt that this place is not suitable for canned food." Kava was very happy.

I stood up, walked outside the stable, looked at the sunset outside, murmured to Kava, "I found that horse racing is a fun sport. I decided to discuss with Coolidge when I went back and asked him to hold a horse racing program on the TV station and broadcast the event. In this way, it will definitely be welcomed by the audience and promote the development of the horse racing industry. Maybe I can still see canned food on it."

"Boss, if this is the case, it is a great thing for the racers!" Kava was overjoyed.

That night, I, Kava and House, were drunk in a tavern. The three of them came out of the tavern with their shoulders, and when they returned to the manor, they lay on the ground outside the stables and sang.

The night is beautiful and has good moonlight. Santia is not as hustle and bustle as in the city. On the contrary, it is much quieter.

There is the fragrance of soil and flowers in the wind, and there is a horse in my ears neighing.

The canned food that had been eaten and drunk was lying in the stable and watching us.

Its two big eyes were like two burning coal balls under the light, shining brightly.

At that time, I truly realized that a horse may be no different from a person.

The next day, Kava and House entered my manor villa with cans, and the huge stables that had been almost abandoned suddenly became lively.

Not only did I spend a lot of money to buy a lot of special horse trainers and hand them over to House to manage and train him for canned food, but I also bought a lot of good horse racing for canned food as a sparring training.

This short and ugly once abandoned horse finally turned over and began to become a real horse racing.

At the same time, at my request, after negotiation, Lockettke TV Group began to broadcast horse racing programs. Coolidge agreed with my idea of ​​adding sports programs to TV, and decided to simply open a sports channel to broadcast all sports events.

This idea was unanimously recognized by the board of directors. So the sports channel was officially established and immediately received extremely welcome from the public.

Among them, horse racing has become the favorite of the people.

Maybe, soon, I can really see canned food on TV.

At that time, I hope it can pass the finish line first without hesitation!

Lockettke TV Group has started to open a sports channel and broadcast horse racing. This news, after the publicity and stimulation of major media, has focused the attention of the people in California, especially the racetracks in Los Angeles.

In early October, Lockettke TV Group began broadcasting its first horse racing game.

The venue for the competition was not chosen in facilities and environment, but in the small town of Santia.

Sponsored by DreamWorks, a competition called "St. Moses Horse Race" was launched with a prize of up to $150,000. This amount is higher than the $100,000 prize at Jefferson Racecourse.

The reason why it is called the "St. Moses Horse Race" is to commemorate the high priest. The $150,000 prize in this competition has made it the highest horse racing prize in the United States since the beginning.

The news immediately attracted the public's attention.

The competition has established special committees, some of which are celebrities and more senior horse racing people.

The committee took a week to set up and work. At the same time, the committee began to invite riders across the United States. We hope that all excellent riders and horse racing can show their strengths to Los Angeles.

With so many bonuses and such large-scale publicity, in my imagination, it will definitely attract horse racing trumpeters across the United States, and the town of Santia will surely be crowded immediately.

But the development of things was far beyond my expectations.

"Boss, it's weird, it's weird." When Kava and Edward Nobel walked into my office, I was watching a group of games on TV with relish.

Before the competition officially begins, all qualifiers are held. Only by calling in the qualifiers can you be eligible to participate in the official competition.

"I've said it clearly, what's wrong?" I stared at the TV screen without even looking at them.

"Boss, our St. Moses horse racing competition will probably not be a national competition, and according to the current situation, there are not many people participating." Kava's voice was a little disappointed.

His words made me laugh.

"Kava, are you confused? I just saw a report on TV that there are 300 people who have registered for it now, and there are only so many in just a few days. How could there be no one?" I didn't believe Kava's words at all.

Kava didn't say anything, but Edward Nobel was a little anxious.

He is now the director of the sports channel.

He directly bears the greatest responsibility for the channel being successful, so he is under pressure

"Boss, what you see is the superficial situation." Edward Nobel walked up to me, picked up a glass of water on the table and drank it in one breath, then wiped his lips, and said, "Nothing that 300 people you see does not work."

"What does it mean?" I was a little stunned.

300, definitely a lot.

Edward Nobel looked at me with ignorance.

I knew I was completely unsure. So I explained it.

"Boss, logically speaking, we offered a prize of 150,000 US dollars, which is more than Jeffer: the highest prize is 50,000, which should be a lot. But horse racing sometimes has little to do with the bonus setting." Edward Nobel shook his head.

"Edward, you made it clear. What does it mean to not matter much?" I stood up.

Edward Nobel took a deep breath and said to me: "The competition we set up has won welcome among the people through TV and major media publicity. Now people will watch it in their spare time, but the players participating in the competition cannot do it."

"There are almost no professional horse racing people among the 300 contestants who sign up now, and there are no high-level horse racing players. These 300 contestants are all civilian contestants. Their level is okay to be happy and happy, but it is not a weather at all. If our competitions are all players of this level, no one will watch them or not. I think our sports channel might have fallen."

Edward Nobel was a little anxious, but I understood a little.

"Edward, you mean, those real horse racing players aren't interested in our event?" I asked.

Edward Nobel shrugged and nodded.

"Why? Isn't our bonus high enough?" I opened my eyes wide.

Edward Nobel smiled bitterly and said, "Boss, did I tell you. Horse racing sometimes has little to do with the bonus."

Edward Nobel frowned slightly and continued: "If the real horse racing competition is at the same level as the civilian horse racing, it will never be of any significance. It is okay for civilian horse racing to be happy with each other in normal times, but it cannot be of the same level."

"Now in the United States, when it comes to horse racing, the public agrees that it is a noble horse racing like that in the Jefferson Racecourse. Only such horse racing can be presented to the audience at a high level."

"For those high-level jockeys, trainers and horse racing owners, they have more than just money, but also a sense of honor. To put it bluntly, even if the prize money is set at the venue of Santia, they don't bother to participate. Because they feel that our level is too low."

"If our game wants to achieve the expected results, we have to find a way to change this situation. Otherwise, not only will the game become a low-level game that is despised by people, but it will also affect our sports channel."

Edward Nobel made it very clear.

After listening to his words, I set my eyes on Kava.

Kava looked at me with a helpless look on her face.

"Boss, Edward makes sense. You arranged the race in Santia Town. Although the starting point is good, to be honest, the level there is not the same level as the Jefferson Racecourse. At such a level, even good places in California can't attract good places, let alone the whole country."

The words of the two of them made me think.

Not bad, think about it carefully, if I were a real horse racing player, I wouldn't have participated in such a competition.

But now the competition has begun to be preliminaries, and time is not waiting for anyone. If there are no good players participating, the competition will really become a second-rate competition. In that case, it will definitely destroy the signature of our sports channel.

You have to think of a solution, otherwise there will be a big mess.

"Boss, I have an idea." Seeing that I was frowning, Edward Nobel came over.

"Say." I said in a deep voice.

Edward Nobel grinned: "Boss, I think so. If we want to win over the good players in the United States now, it is impossible. You are not very familiar with horse racing. In the United States, the real horse racing center is in the east, and the Eastern people represent the highest level of American horse racing. In their opinion, we Western people are not in a state of climate. In our competition, even those players in the west cannot be recruited, let alone those in the east."

"What does it mean? The United States will be divided into regions right away?" This is the first time I have heard of such a thing.
To be continued...