On November 3, Carson City, the capital of Nedahua, is far behind Los Angeles or San Francisco.

The city is not very large, the population is not large, and because it is due to the economic crisis, the streets are very depressed.

Nedahua is not comparable to California. Whether economically or culturally, this state is very common in the west.

Whether it is the American media or the people's minds, this state is completely unknown, and many people even don't know where the capital of this state is.

But on this day, the state finally won the attention of the American people, and Carson City also ushered in an extremely precious opportunity to attract the attention of the American people.

And this opportunity was brought by a horse.

On this day, canned food will usher in the first race of its "Long-distance running program" in a racecourse outside Carson City. In this race, the opponents are not only the 5 best horses from Nedahua, but also 15 horses from Oregon, Arizona and Washington. In addition, canned food, a total of 21 horses participated in this race.

Because it was the first game of canning, this game was of great significance. Not only did I arrive in Carson City in person to cheer for canning, but all the celebrities in the United States also appeared one after another, and media, radio stations and TV stations gathered here.

What's even more terrible is that American people come here from all directions. Some of them come from the west, some from the distant East Coast, many of them drive dusty cars, and some arrive here by taking a car or other places.

The originally small city of Carson City instantly turned into a bustling city.

This city was previously immersed in the shadow of the economic crisis. The people lost confidence in life, but because of the competition, these people seemed to have forgotten the previous unhappiness. The whole city was like a chaotic trouble. Walking on the street, you saw bright smiles.

When our group arrived in Carson City, the Nedahua State Government and his group came to the new graduates, the governor, the Speaker of the Parliament, and the well-known people in Nedahua State, and went out to greet them in person.

Then we were arranged in an open horse farm outside Carson City and waited carefully.

At the same time, horse racing from several other states have also entered the racecourse one after another.

On November 3, the sky was clear and the sun was shining. Although the weather was a little cold, it was not so harsh because of the sun.

Outside Carson City, Elgin Racecourse. This is the largest racecourse in Nedahua. Of course, the conditions are not as good as the St. Jefferson Racecourse in Los Angeles, and at most it can be compared with the racecourse in Santia Town.

The racecourse is not very big, and can accommodate nearly 15,000 people, but there are far more than these people coming to watch the game. In the end, 40,000 people rushed into the square, and the audience had no way to sit down. They all stood up. In every corner of the racecourse, there were people, and the exhalation was like wind and wind.

"Andre, there are too many people today." Coolidge stood beside me, frowned by a fat aunt.

"Do? I just heard from those people in Nedahua that there are still many people who have not been arranged to enter the venue." Gans laughed.

"Not entered the field? Then how did they watch the game?" I shook my head.

"Listen to the radio? Now all radio stations in the United States are probably broadcasting the event live. The boss Anderson Sheldon's bastard is very good. He had expected this situation long ago. He discussed with me to establish a broadcast committee. All radio stations that broadcast the competition must pay our committee. In this way, we made a lot of money just by broadcasting the broadcast fee."

Gans seemed to admire Anderson Sheldon very much.

After hearing Gans' words, I was amused and crying.

This Anderson Sheldon is so talented that he can even think of such a idea. He is indeed a tycoon in the gambling industry.

But Coolidge looked like he was not surprised.

At ten o'clock in the morning, with a loud music, at the entrance of Elgin Love Horse Farm, 21 war horses lined up and appeared in front of the audience at one go.

When the last can appeared at the entrance, deafening applause burst into deafening applause.

"can!"

"can!"

The public either waved posters of canned food in their hands or simply waved their clothes to cheer for the canned food, and the entire racetrack was completely in a state of madness.

The canned food drooped its head, and it still looked old-fashioned. With the victory of one game after another, it has become thinner and thinner.

And this kind of performance is exactly what the people like.

People think canned food is calm and confident, and they like any performance of canned food during the competition.

But canned food seems to have no interest in the tall horses around.

It lowered its head and began to warm up the track, stopping from time to time to eat the grass that had not been cleaned up next to the track.

This guy usually eats the most exquisite feed, equipped with a special nutritionist, but he can't get rid of the problem of eating weeds. For this reason, Kava said it was cheap, but I don't think so. In my opinion, canned food seems to be as stubborn as I am, and what I like will never change.

The 20 horses next to them all have extraordinary tastes. It can be said that since the cans came out, this competition has been the highest-standard competition I have seen.

You should know that these 20 horses were found by several states, whether it is Washington, Nedahua, Arizona, or Oregon. As important towns in the west, these four states are important production places for horses. Almost two-thirds of the horses in the United States are produced here. Although these horses are basically not racing horses, horses selected from such a large number are definitely not ordinary things.

Any of these horses can be called the best. They are not only tall and handsome, but also have a strong and energetic spirit. They have various fur colors, and the riders also wear various lichen clothes to decorate the vast land and the stadium is very beautiful.

"These horses are all powerful characters. The pressure will be very high when you canned food." Looking at the horses that were raising their heads and neighing on the track, I was of course completely relieved.

For canned food, it must win this game. How can I say this is the first level? If I lose this game, then DreamWorks will lose a lot.

"Yes, compared to our level of playing in Los Angeles, it's much higher here. But Andre, you don't have to worry. Our canned food is not vegetarian either." Coolidge was very confident in the can, and Kava next to him kept giggling foolishly.

"Kava, I heard that John Rockefeller, the old Rockefeller consortium, also played a game in New York today?" I took my eyes back from the field, and then looked at Kava standing beside me.

Kava nodded: "No, that bitch is just fighting against us. They have a game to collect cans, and they have to make one, and finally choose a good place to compete with the cans."

"Has John Rockefeller's own horse racing also participated in the competition?" I asked in a low voice.

To be honest, I am not very scared of other horse racing now. What I am wondering about is the horse racing in Old John Rockefeller's hands.

I have seen the power of Carey Rockefeller's "red ball". The can almost fell under its hands at that time, but such a powerful land horse was eliminated from the old John Rockefeller's horse farm, which made my calves cramp.

Not to mention Anderson Sheldon, he said that there must be a secret weapon in the racecourse of John Rockefeller. This weapon's lethality is probably a famous threat to canning.

To be honest, when it comes to canning, we don’t care even if it is a purebred horse race, but the horses raised in Old John Rockefeller’s racecourse are definitely not just described as “purebred horse races”.

It should be said that the horses he raises are all fatal killers on the racetrack.

So when I heard this news, I couldn't be indifferent.

"Boss John Rockefeller, I heard that only one horse was born in this competition. This horse had a race record before. Kava and I checked it. This horse had 29 games and won 29 games, and was called the ground wind on the track. But it is said that this is not the deadliest ace for John Rockefeller." Gans squeezed his eyes at me.

"Keep the unbeaten record in 29 games!? Such a result is not the best!? My God, John Rockefeller, the old Rockefeller, lost all his Rockefeller consortium, and these horses alone are enough for him to live for several lifetimes." Coolidge sighed repeatedly.

"Kava, Gans, you two must pay close attention to Old John Rockefeller's every move in the future, especially to strengthen the reconnaissance efforts of his racecourse. Once you find something special, tell me quickly, so that we can also know our enemies and know ourselves, and that we will not fight unprepared wars. This is the key to victory." I said in a deep voice.

Kava and Gans laughed at the same time after hearing what I said.

"Boss, we have thought of this without your instructions." Gans whispered: "Now, Old John Rockefeller's horse farm outside New York City is completely under our surveillance. As long as there is a little movement, he will not escape our eyes. But..." As he said this, a embarrassed expression appeared on Gans' face.

"But what? Are you encountering any difficulties?" I smiled at Gans.

Gans scratched his head and said, "Old John Rockefeller is too cunning. We sent people to almost completely monitor the horse farm, but we could not enter the core area of ​​the horse farm. That place was protected very closely, so we could not lurk in. Of course, we could not find out the situation of the thoroughbred horse racing inside."

"No wonder you guys, old John Rockefeller, who is? If you can easily figure out his background, he won't mess around." Coolidge patted Gans on the shoulder and laughed.

"Calvin, do you know what I think now?" Looking at Coolidge, I let out a long sigh.

"What do you think?" Coolidge squeezed his eyes.

I immediately showed a laughing expression in my clothes: "What I'm thinking now is what kind of expression would be if Old John Rockefeller woke up early in the morning and found that his landhorse had been poisoned to death. Although we won't do this, it's also very satisfying to think about it."

My words made the people next to me laugh happily.

At half past ten, after warm-up and debugging, 21 horses lined up on the track, and the scene was very spectacular.

The originally bustling people became silent, and the entire racecourse could only hear the whimpering wind and the neighing of the horse racing.

The cans are lined up at the end. The huge "1" logo on the body is very eye-catching.

It seemed to realize that the competition was about to begin, so the expression I was so lazy that I had just been in a silly manner. Instead, I stood on the track, stretched my head and looked ready to shoot out at any time.

"This competition is the best match between five states, including California, where horse racing is the best! Please take your place!" Anderson Sheldon personally served as the starting commander. After giving the order, he raised the starting gun in his hand high.

As he raised his starting gun high, everyone on the racetrack became more and more nervous.

"Bang!"

After a crisp gunshot, 21 horses were shot out in a flash. These horses were all horses with rich racing experience. They were very clear about the rules of the competition and had rich racing experience. Therefore, this competition, both in terms of viewing and strength, is much more powerful than the horse racing competition held in Los Angeles.

"Today, I have seen what a real horse racing looks like." Looking at the running horses on the track, Coolidge murmured to himself.

The 21 horses are all superb horses. They look so good when they run.

Thankfully, none of these horses is a virtue with Carrey Rockefeller's "red ball".

These horses have undergone rigorous training and have a good sense of competition. The "red ball" of Kerry Rockefeller is obviously the "best" among the "best".

The can was sandwiched among the tall horses around it and was completely submerged in a few minutes.

There was a hustle and bustle on the field. More people were discussing whether canned food could win the game. Many people were discussing how much bets to be invested, while others were standing on chairs, holding tents in their hands looking for the canned food.

On the field, dust was flying. The tall horses had already covered the cans and could not see them at all.

In the first round, there was no can. In the second round, there was still no can.

"Mr. Corleon, where are your cans?" the governor of Nedahua looked at the track and asked a question that I didn't know how to answer.

This is the usual tactic of canning: at the beginning, you will preserve your strength, and then at the last moment, you will launch a desperate attack and then win the game.

I think this time, House, as a rider, has planned the same thing.

Halfway through the third lap, I heard a thunderous shout from a distance not far from me: "Can! Canned food is there!"

Following the direction of the person's finger, the people around finally saw the canned figure.

The entire team of 21 horses was almost pulled into a diamond shape, with several leading horses in front and several behind horses in the back, and most of the horses were concentrated in the middle.

The canned food has been in the middle since the beginning of the competition, but after two laps, the canned food suddenly accelerated, rushed out of the middle position, and then entered the top five.

Seeing the canned food in this figure, a huge cheer immediately came from the horse racing factory.

“Can, good!”
To be continued...