Not a Taoist priest, but Jianchun

After the shooting in the morning was finished, Qi Youyu and his party sat in the car and listened to the report of the afternoon itinerary by the little assistant Lin Wenwen.

After listening to everything, he said to Yun Qingchen beside him: "Brother Yun, it doesn't look very busy this afternoon. After taking the photos in the afternoon, let's go and see how that boy Dongyang has learned recently? It should be his equestrian skills. class time."

Yun Qingchen nodded dispensable: "It's all right, you can arrange it, as long as you don't get too tired."

There is a deal with the master, but Dongyang, as a young apprentice, doesn't know it.

After finishing various culture classes in the morning, he ate the chef’s lunch at home, and then rode his electric scooter out. He first went to the driving school, learned to drive for two hours, and then went to the nearest equestrian club. He started his equestrian training in the afternoon. He didn't have the habit of taking a lunch break. He used to want to spend all his time working, but now he spends all his time studying.

Of course, there are not many places like equestrian clubs. There are only three in the entire motorcycle city. Most of the people who come to this kind of place are people with money and leisure, or come to discuss business.

Of course, there are also some people who come here just to prove that they have the qualifications to come here, and they are superior to others.

At this time, there were several men and women standing at the entrance of the club, giggling and giggling at the gate, and one of them was bragging about how awesome he was and how awesome he was as a member here, and of course his membership was also taken from his father.

One of the women he was chasing rolled her eyes, pointed to Dong Yang who just got off the electric car and entered through the main entrance, and said, "It's not very good here, the employees all enter through the main entrance."

"Impossible." This kind of situation will never happen in any high-end club. In order to reflect the dignity of guests, employees and guests are two entrances and exits.

Annoyed at losing face, he led a group of people into the club. The employee who entered through the main entrance just now was nowhere to be seen. He asked the front desk angrily: "Why did your employees enter through the gate just now without looking at their own cards?" identity."

The front desk was blinded by the room, but it was also an unknown fire in my heart. This is a blatant look down on people. What happened to their employees?Even if you don't enter through the gate, you can't take it out so brightly and say: "Guest, I think you made a mistake. The one just now is not our employee. He is our most honored black card customer." The front desk replied with a smile, and said Emphasized the last 4 words, people are divided into three or six grades, and guests are also divided into three or six or nine grades. She looked at the silver card in this person's hand.

Even if you can't say anything to others, the casual tone is even more embarrassing.

The man held his breath for a while, and couldn't help complaining in his heart, since he has power and power, why did he come here on a small electric car? What kind of bad hobby is this.

The eyes of the women who followed came over at the same time. The most beautiful of them was the one who was courted before. He didn't assassinate the man in front of him because he didn't like this man. The elder brother earns the family property, and now his parents are still giving him money, and she really doesn't like anything else.

Follow him here, one is to hang him, and the other is to see if you can find a better next home than him in this high-level meeting place.I want to enter this kind of place because their identities are not enough, and it is an eye-opener. Of course, if I can transfer someone with a noble status, it is not in vain to come here.

A group of people walked in, but they could only let go of the previous things. The men and women changed into knight outfits respectively, and after meeting up, they went to the novice field. Among them, only two men could ride horses. After all, in this age , more people drive cars than ride horses.

In the novice field, I chose a more docile mare or a pony that is easy to control. Under the guidance of the coach, I climbed up stumblingly, walked back and forth a few times, and felt pretty good about myself.

When they were circling around the field, a group of handsome brown horses whizzed by another field beside them. They were strong and graceful, and even the mane of the horses flying past was smooth, completely different from the horses under them. look.

That is the horse they should ride in their minds, not the few horses they have under their buttocks now.

They felt that they were discriminated against, and asked the coach next to them very unhappy: "This is a novice field, why didn't we see that kind of horse when we vaulted." Down on the side that communicates with the coach.

"You think too much, that's not our club's horse, it's the customer's own horse, it's fostered here, and it's here to learn riding skills." The coach also looked over there, his eyes full of envy: "Don't think about it, That horse is not an ordinary horse at all, if nothing else, just say that the white mane is rare, and it is better than our racing horses here."

Hearing what the coach said, one of the women hurriedly asked in a reverent tone: "Who is that guy? He is so powerful."

"Who knows, maybe it's the young master of a certain big family who came out of nowhere and taught him how to ride. He is a world-class player from our side, and the boss personally appointed him."

"Isn't that the one who just rode the electric scooter at the door?"

Upon hearing this, the women stopped talking about riding a horse, and all looked over there with their heads hooked.

Meanwhile the owner of the club entertained a well-known horse lover among the upper circles.

"I heard that you have a horse king here?"

"No, no, we don't have any new horses here." Of course the boss knew which horse he was talking about, and he wasn't lying, it was indeed not a horse belonging to the club.

"Is there anything to hide? You bring the horse out and let me see it. If it is really the king of horses, I will ask for any price."

"Isn't that really our club's? It's fostered by guests here, and we don't have the right to exhibit and trade it."

Hearing that the club owner's words are true, and there is a good horse here, the man's heart itches even more: "Then introduce yourself, let me get to know the owner of the horse, maybe he will change his mind and want to sell it. ?” He didn’t believe that as his royal cousin, who would not sell his face.

The boss is in a dilemma. Although he is not afraid of trouble, he really doesn't want to be troublesome: "Then wait a minute, I will send someone to ask if the guest is willing or not. We cannot disclose information without the other party's permission." He thought about it, Maybe the other party is willing to climb this line related to the royal family.

After a while, news came from an employee under him that the other party had no intention of meeting new friends.

"Did you tell me who I am? I'm a royal relative." He found it incredible that someone would reject his identity.

"Speaking of which, the other party just wants to practice riding well." The boss and the employees sighed in their hearts. The background of that person may be bigger than this royal relative, so they don't pay attention to it at all.

Dongyang doesn't have any background, he just thinks that the other party is so famous, he doesn't know anything, if he goes there, he will definitely lose the face of his master and mistress, it's better not to go, and he doesn't have anything to know.