Chapter 1182: Fixed Race

The atmosphere of the next few competitions was still enthusiastic, but Old man Herbert's mood gradually stabilized. Seeing the champion get the chance to qualify, his mood tended to be stable.

After the competition, the group came to the back of the arena, and some people walked over immediately.

These people are horse racing agents or other racehorse owners, etc. They presented their business cards and chatted with Old man Herbert.

The top level of any circle is interconnected.

Because the place where people can stand on the top of the mountain is relatively small, there are very few people who can stand here. When there are fewer people, it is not very difficult for them to know each other.

"King" ran a good result. These people simply asked around and knew that this was a racehorse trained in the south. It was not yet accustomed to, it cannot be said to be completely north, it should be the winter arena in the cold region of the north.

If it can be given better time and opportunity to adapt, it is very likely to give people an eye-catching report card.

For these horse racing agents and horse owners, having a good racehorse means that under the condition of genetic improvement, an endless stream of good racehorses will appear on this farm.

Exchanging genes, continuously stacking and crossbreeding better genes, and producing racehorses that can win multiple crowns and then make big money is the road they rely on for survival.

Having good racehorses, champions, and crown winners not only brings great benefits economically, but also has great gains in social status and influence.

So they are willing to have a good relationship with Old man Herbert, and if necessary, they can pay to invite "King" to their horse farm to stud.

Old man Herbert communicated with them very happily. This kind of high-end industry communication also gave him some gains.

Soon they saw "King", and King's jockey.

"How do you feel?"

The jockey was already wearing thick clothes. He patted the horse that was also wearing cotton armor. "It's too cold. When running, the wind blows on the body, just like a knife!"

He also clenched his palms. "My fingers were almost frozen when I ran the second lap, almost no feeling, and the muscles on my face were also frozen numb."

"But King's situation is okay. It has warmed up. When running, I can feel that its situation is okay, but it should also be cold."

"The situation of winter horse racing is too bad. We need more equipment and experience, as well as the process of adaptation."

Old man Herbert nodded. "This is the last competition we can participate in this year. If we miss this competition, we have to wait until the middle of next year. We don't have that much time."

The peak period of racehorses is very short. The current "King" is close to three years old. According to its current growth and development, about five years old, its physical quality in all aspects will go downhill, and it will have to consider things after retirement.

For racehorses, this is actually a very bad thing. If they cannot run results between three and six years old, then most likely they are horses that don't even have breeding value in the end.

Those with better luck are assigned to some cowboys as mounts, at least they can live to the end of their lives.

Those with bad luck are sent to do farm work, and when they can't do it, or are injured and lose their labor ability, they are stabbed to death and turned into horse meat for cowboys and farmers.

Only by getting a relatively good ranking can they enjoy a more comfortable life, because those champions will become the value of their survival.

Dozens or hundreds of matings a year can bring huge profits to the farm owner, so they can also enjoy a good environment until the last moment.

King still has two years. If it doesn't participate in this last large-scale competition at the end of the year, and goes to participate next year, its peak period may only have a dozen competitions left.

This is unacceptable to Old man Herbert. Such a good racehorse, if it is not allowed to show its majestic appearance, his brothers will not agree either.

He turned his head and looked at Lans. "You have to help arrange it. There is still more than a week. We need to let King adapt to this terrible climate to the maximum extent."

Lans naturally agreed.

The back of the racetrack was very lively, and some people had come to ask about "King"'s bloodline.

Some farm owners are very obsessed with the bloodline of racehorses. They believe that some racehorses with a long history and pure bloodline can breed better offspring.

But in fact, many champion racehorses have crossbred bloodlines, and then they claim to the outside world that they are purebred, but in fact they are not.

This is not to say that purebred horses are not excellent. There must be some. As long as the number of a group is large enough, you can always find some.

But science tells people that racehorses bred through selective genetic optimization will have better potential.

Old man Herbert obviously knows this too. After blowing with those people for a while, he received some business cards again.

When everyone started to leave, he said to Lans with a smile, "The highest offer for these people is four or five thousand dollars for a stud, but I believe that if it can win in the semi-finals and enter the final, then the starting price will double, or even more."

"If it can win the championship...", Old man Herbert's eyes were filled with a longing, "I can ask them for seven or eight thousand dollars."

Studding a hundred times a year is seven or eight hundred thousand. Lans smacked his lips. It seems that this is indeed a profitable business, as long as there are enough horses.

Not only is it not against the law, but it is also very elegant.

Lans asked Tang Mu to help contact a training ground. With Tang Mu's current ability in Jincheng, he quickly found a small training ground.

Large training grounds basically need to be reserved, and many of them are private, and they will only be rented out when there is no competition.

Lans's time was too tight, so he could only find a small one, but a small one was enough.

Two days later, the semi-final arrived. Today, the twelve racehorses with the best results will be competed for, and the final will be held a week later.

After two days of adaptation, "King"'s situation was much better than before, and the jockey's equipment was also replaced with a set, which had better warmth retention effect, and would not be frozen numb so quickly when the racehorse was running.

At the same time, they also began to master the intensity changes of "King"'s warm-up, because the weather was colder, better warm-up was needed, so that it could enter the competition state more smoothly.

More people came today, and the entire racetrack was almost full of people. This was also the last large-scale competition this year, and the gambling company's publicity was also in place.

For the performance at the end of the year, they sponsored many newspapers related to horse racing. Even the Jincheng Casino and Golden Casino on Lans's side had betting items for this competition.

Accompanied by the start of the competition, the atmosphere at the scene was ignited again. People frantically cheered for the racehorses they chose, and their bodies seemed to have endless power.

Even... at this moment, Lans felt that if these people were thrown on the track, they might not run much slower than the racehorses, after all, this is related to the money in their pockets.

King's performance was quite outstanding, entering the final seven days later with the fourth place in the entire competition, giving the people of Lawrence Farm more hope.

Maybe... it will succeed?

After the competition, Lans sent them to the training ground and said goodbye to them. He had other things to do.

These few days he needs to keep an eye on the few people Senator Cleveland handed over to him. Seeing that December has also passed many days, the president has completely moved out of the presidential palace. All that remains is for Mr. Potter to be sworn in, and then sit in the presidential palace and start to fulfill his responsibilities.

The entire federal political scene appeared to be exceptionally quiet.

But people know that a storm is coming.

This makes the federal government both relaxed and very nervous.

What is relaxed is that nothing unexpected happened during this period, no political friction, no conflict, no bad things, as if the contradictions between people disappeared at this moment.

And nervous, considering the cruel political friction between the two parties that is about to break out, even if the Ziyou Party is the ruling party, the Shehui Party will not allow them to touch the power of Congress so easily.

If you want to get it, you must pay a price.

Two days before the final, Old man Herbert found Lans.

"Someone called me." He held a dragon blood wood pipe in his hand. Some people say that dragon blood wood pipes are good for the body. As for whether it is true or not, I don't know. Anyway, the price of dragon blood wood has been increasing.

Dragon blood wood has always had many magical effects. Some have been confirmed, but most have not been confirmed. But no matter what, the value of dragon blood wood has made it the first choice for people to cut down.

Especially in recent years, the efficiency of logging and transportation has been continuously increasing, and the dragon blood wood of the entire federal government has been lost in large quantities, and the price has become more and more expensive.

Just a palm-sized, less than one-pound dragon blood wood pipe, its selling price is as high as more than one thousand dollars.

This price is actually very outrageous. If it weren't for Lans's winery, perhaps Old man Herbert would never be able to use it in his life.

It's not that he can't afford it, it's just that its consumption level still exceeded the consumption level of Lawrence Farm in the past, which would make him very distressed.

Lans's gaze flashed over the dragon blood wood pipe in his hand that was as bright red as blood, and then asked with a smile, "Your friend?"

He said such words, the reason for coming here must be related to this phone call.

Old man Herbert shook his head. "Not my friend. If it were my friend, they would definitely not do this. It is someone from some brokerage company."

"They contacted me privately, hoping that I could let the jockey not work so hard in this final."

Lans frowned. "So... is it asking us to give up competing for the championship?"

Herbert took a puff of smoke, his face showing an unhappy expression. "They have a horse called Lightning. They want this horse to win the championship, and promised that in the second-level competition next spring, they will help us operate it, so that King can win a second-level competition championship."

Federal people have never told people that they will uphold a fair and just attitude to do anything. If they really were like that, society would not be as chaotic as it is now.

These are all spontaneously publicized by some people who lean towards the federal government. They envy and envy the lives of federal people in their bones and want to come here, but they lack an opportunity. Publicizing the false beauty of everything here in the spiritual utopia has become their spiritual pillar for survival in the places they think are bad.

But in fact, there is no fairness and justice here, and all walks of life are the same.

Manipulating competitions behind the scenes, let alone in the field of horse racing, is possible in baseball, tennis, football, and any competition.

Before, the main hitter of the Jincheng Port sailing team, Lans forgot that person's name, was bought by someone and lost a competition that shouldn't have been lost.

Of course, his fate will not be too good, very bad, but this also reflects a fact.

As long as a competition has enough benefits, manipulating the competition seems very reasonable.

If it weren't for Lans's unwillingness to do it, in fact, Mo Lisi had also talked to him about manipulating competitions, and this phenomenon is relatively common in gangs.

Especially for some companies and groups that operate casinos and gambling, dynamic odds adjustment cannot ensure that they have no risk at all, only profit.

Then artificially interfering with the results of the competition can achieve this point.

Threatening and intimidating competition players, bribery, and even attacks, injuries, in short, as long as they can achieve the results they want, they are willing to do anything.

Horse racing competitions are even more so. The results of other sports competitions may only bring millions or tens of millions in profits, but the title of a first-level competition racehorse champion brings a mating frequency of at least ten to fifteen years.

Even if that Lightning charges six thousand dollars for one mating, then one year is six hundred thousand, ten years is six million. For six million, threatening those racehorses and jockeys without much background seems not to be an excessive thing at all.

"What do you think?" Lans didn't give his own ideas immediately, but asked Old man Herbert.

The second-level competition championship seems to be a bit worse, but it is a championship after all, and with an extra second-level competition championship, there may be a better ranking when participating in other first-level competitions next year.

The high commercialization of horse racing competitions makes the entire industry more "professional". To put it simply, horse racing competitions cooperate with gambling companies, and they will make special arrangements based on the fame of the racehorses.

People hope to see strong battles, not to see those well-known racehorses eliminated in the first competition, so they will arrange some suitable "teammates" for each racehorse.

These teammates are very likely not to threaten their chances of entering the semi-finals, which is similar to "seed promotion".

Old man Herbert took another puff of smoke. "I have a hunch that we can win the championship of this competition, so why should we give up?"

Originally he had no hope, but this person who contacted him this time actually offered such conditions, and even hinted that others had accepted their offer, telling him not to be ungrateful.

This means that in fact, if they really run, King's opponent is only that "Lightning".

He has seen Lightning's competition, it is indeed a good horse, but to say that there is a huge gap between it and "King", that is also impossible.

There is no big gap between the two, and there is no chance of defeating them, and they took the initiative to contact Old man Herbert, which also shows that they felt danger in "King".

Lans nodded. "Since this is the case, then don't agree to them, continue to follow our rhythm."

"If they use some off-board tricks, I will make them pay the price."

He has the ability to do these things. Old man Herbert sighed. "Then it's up to you next."

After the old man left, Lans asked people to follow him. In addition to protecting these people from the farm, he also had to take care of the safety of "King".

The final two days later arrived as scheduled, and the atmosphere at the scene also reached the most enthusiastic time of this competition. After all, the horses that can enter the final circle can be said to be the strongest in this competition.

Watching these racehorses compete will be more exciting.

The moment the jockey led "King" out of the passage, the commentary immediately began to passionately introduce this racehorse from Lawrence Farm to the audience. It has very bright results in the competition and is a strong contender for the championship.

Lans also saw that "Lightning". From the appearance, it is indeed very beautiful. In the process of moving, the rhythm of the muscles also looks exceptionally beautiful, and the satin-like fur also makes it look very eye-catching.

All the racehorses entered the horse slots. Accompanied by a "beep" sound, the horse slots were instantly retracted, and all the racehorses rushed out, just like before, the deafening shouts filled every corner of the arena.

Lans's gaze was tightly fixed on King. It did not run in the first place, but ran in the third position.

This is the strategy of Old man Herbert and the jockey. If it runs too fast at the beginning, the physical strength distribution is uneven, which will lead to the final sprint physical strength not keeping up.

Running in a position in front without being thrown away by the first two horses, maintaining physical strength, and starting to accelerate when waiting for the last lap and a half is their plan.

From the current point of view, this plan was executed quite well. "King" followed very easily, the jockey's state was also very good, and Old man Herbert's face also showed some smiles.

"It looks like its state is very good. From its running movements, I can feel that we have a great probability of winning the first place!"

Other racehorses clearly had no fighting spirit. Perhaps they were more or less bought or influenced. Winter competition is not the top first-level competition, plus these racehorses and jockeys may not be able to compete for the championship, and making appropriate transactions is acceptable.

Seeing that it was about to enter the penultimate lap, the jockey had changed his posture and was ready to start sprinting, when a racehorse following "King" suddenly bumped into "King"! ===== CHAPTER 1183 =====