Galactic Garbage Station

“56 seconds? Are you serious? ”

“Crazy, crazy. ”

“It's impossible, it must have been the wrong test. ”

Everyone was shocked and unbelievable.

Because it's not as simple as running fast, it's a record perverted score.

With the sport of speed horse racing, my country's track record is not good, its kilometre history has never broken a minute, its world record is more than fifty seconds. How can one accept that the skinny horse in front of him ran for 56 seconds?

Qin Xu Lan was a little stunned. Did you really buy this horse from a village near Su Qing? If it's true, then Su Zheng's luck is too bad. After all, how much money was bought in the village? Now the price of this horse has risen to an exaggerated level.

Ordinary horses, usually as much as 10,000, with good pedigree, probably hundreds of thousands over a million. If you go up to horse racing, the price will be even more exaggerated, and the horses that are able to compete in the Olympics are well-trained breeds of BMW, all at great prices. Horse racing in Greenwich Park costs more than RMB 3 million for the cheapest price. Some of the finest racehorses, worth tens of millions.

Now, this horse under Su Xiao has not won any awards and has no reputation. Nevertheless, this run has shown incredible potential, and as long as it is sustained, it is bound to be the star of the future.

“56 seconds, so that's it.” Su Zhenxiao was also surprised. He didn't know much about speed horse racing, but at least he knew how to score against the sky in 56 seconds. He had great hopes of winning the world championship. Su Zheng was even more amazed at the unknown grass. He ate only one of them and reached this point. It's too bad.

“Mr. Su, can you sell me this horse for how much?” Cheng Miaojin was excited by the tunnel.

“Mr. Sue, I also intend to buy.” A middle-aged man walks fast forward.

“Mr. Sue, can you find a place to sit down and talk?” The young man who was just questioning the skinny horse rode over.

“Brother, if you want to sell it, don't sell it to them, sell it to me.” Qin Xu Lan saw that everyone was going to rob it. He was unhappy at first. He loved pets. In addition to dogs, his favorite was horse racing. Usually, when he was free, he also went riding a horse. Now, such a BMW is in front of you, saying that it is a lie, how can you let this horse fall into the hands of others?

“Oh, don't argue, do you think I might sell it?” Su Xiao laughed. Everyone thought about it and couldn't help laughing. Yeah, he's not stupid. How could he easily sell it? Su Zheng exaggerated himself. If he really wanted to sell it, the price of Shenma would inevitably be exaggerated. Only the premium would not be reduced, so they wouldn't be able to afford it.

“Brother, you are amazing. Please help me find one.” Qin Xu Lan pulled Su Zheng and looked up to him. Su Xiao can dig up such a BMW from the countryside. It would not be easier to pick it from the stable. Perhaps he is so magnificent that he needs luck, but he is not so demanding, and it is acceptable to lower his grade by one or two.

“Being able to pick this horse is pure luck.” Su Jing laughed.

“Brother Chung, don't be modest, say what luck, who believes, which kind of pet you do not exist against the sky, please, pick one for me too, help me train.” Qin Xu Lan felt that the selection was estimated to be one, the training was the second, and Su Xin's name as the master trainer was not built.

“Hmm...” Su Jin sighed halfway. Since that kind of grass is so magical, it means that he can cultivate a lot of divine horses. However, too many appearances at once will inevitably lead to market turmoil and too much movement, so as not to benefit from it. The reason the Shenma is a Shenma is because it stands in a crane of chickens, unique. Once more, the Shenma becomes an ordinary horse.

“Asahi Lan, why don't you give this horse to you, you can usually ride and play, and arrange for it to enter the competition, it's kind of its broker, are you interested?” Su Qian asked.

“Brother Chun, are you serious?” Qin Xulanton's eyes shine.

“Sure.” Su Xiao nodded.

“I'm too interested, so it's settled, and I don't charge money to be a broker for free.” Qin Xu Lan was excited. According to Su Xin, he could still ride and play. This is worth a lot more than the salary of any broker. Also, by arranging this divine horse to enter the race, you can sweep some of your old horse friends, sweep some of your old gambling competitors, and think about it and be excited.

“I'll leave it to you, but since you're a broker, naturally you have to draw 10%.” Su Shun said, the reason given to Qin Xulan is that he can satisfy this guy, and the second is that this guy understands horse racing better than himself. Leave it to him to arrange, so he can save himself some effort.

“Rest assured, Brother Bao, please take the rider, arrange the game and everything on me. But do you want to hire a horse practitioner?” Qin Xu Lan said that horse racing generally has several related occupations: rider (the person who rides the horse in the race, who directs how the horse should go in order to achieve the best possible position), horse practitioner (who takes care of the horse, determines how to train the horse and realizes its potential), horse owner (the owner of the horse, the vast majority of the bonus goes to the horse owner). Qin Xu Lan asked if he wanted to hire a horse trainer. Instead of having to spend money, he felt that the horse trainer was too far from Su Xin's master trainer. Su Xin himself was the perfect horse trainer.

“Please, I don't have that much time to take care of it.” Su Qian said.

“Okay.” Qin Xu Lan promised with all his heart that he had begun to wonder what he would do to participate in Marseilles.

Cheng Miaojin and others, listening to their trilingual agreement, it is not good to intervene anymore. Although they are very eye-catching about this horse, they can only give up. Su Zheng handed the reins to Qin Xu Lan to familiarize him with the skinny horse. He asked Cheng Miaojin: "Boss Cheng, do you have horses for sale here? ”

“Yes, Mr. Sue wants to buy?” Cheng Miaojin asked with a smile.

“Can I have a look first?” Su Qiang asked.

“Sure, this way.” Cheng Miaojin already sees Su Zheng as an expert among the experts. I would really like to see how Su Zheng chose him. Others around the crowd, also curious to follow. Their doubts about Su Xiao have long dissipated. They have long admired the five bodies of the field. They are well worth mentoring. Naturally, they also want to see how Su Xiao chose them. Maybe they can learn two tricks.

Soon came to the stable, walked in front of the stable, Cheng Miao Jincheng Miaojin very diligently introduced the past: “These horses in there, they are all available for sale. See that brown one? It's Hanover horse, next to it, it's British pureblood horse...”

Su Zheng listened, but did not care at all. Instead, he quietly came up with a little bit of the unknown grass. The taste was very faint. Looking at the horse's reaction, in his view, what variety was not so important. After all, the old horse of the bastard used to serve in the countryside could be cultivated into a divine horse after eating this grass. It felt that sensitivity to this grass was the point.

Su Zheng just took it out. The vast majority of the horses reacted, sniffing their noses, but obviously for a while, there was some confusion. But at this time, from afar, a white horse flew over and stopped in front of Su Zheng. He jumped around Su Zheng for a moment. His nose approached Su Zheng's hand grasping the grass.

“Oh, that's it.” Su Xiao laughed.

“This...” Everyone's a little silly, so you picked it out? Although it is true that the horse is very beautiful, all-over white, beautiful in shape, intelligent and lively, the problem is that Su Qian doesn't seem to have picked him very seriously, or that he is not picking the horse at all, but the horse is picking him. This horse is also strange. Why did you come all of a sudden and be so close to Su Xiao?

“Why, no?” Su Qiang asked.

“Yes, yes, this is a Mongolian horse. I was going to keep it. I wasn't going to sell it, but since Mr. Su wanted it, it was negotiable.” Cheng Miaojin laughed. This horse was originally chosen by him to stay behind. Plus, he felt it should be worth more. In the face of Qin Xu Lan, there was no big talk from a lion, but he refused to sell it at a lower price, bidding 120,000.

Su Xiao liked the little white horse the more he looked at it, so he was too lazy to compare it. There was no bargaining. He bought it directly for 120,000 yuan. Then, a carriage was called to help carry him home, and the skinny horse was left to Qin Xu Lan to arrange for him. Qin Xu Lan was very tight on his baby, but he was not worried about poor care.

When he got home, Su Xiao fed the little white horse a magical grass of that kind.