The weather is not good.

I heard that it was rare to snow in Monterey Bay. A young farmer in northern California turned white and had no choice but to hold the newspaper in his hand and muttered: "Don't snow tomorrow, don't snow..."

His name is Brown.

Yes, Brown at Brown University, but this Brown has nothing to do with the Mr Brown who donated to Brown University. It is purely the same name, and it is just called Brown.

Brown is twenty-one years old this year. He just took over the ranch left for him two years before his death. It has a total of 2,700 acres, which is a large ranch.

Logically speaking, a rancher who can have such a large piece of land should have no worries about food and clothing and enjoy it leisurely from now on, but this is not the case.

Over the past two years, he not only spent more than $300,000 left by his father, but also carried $400,000 in the bank's debt.

The Porsche sports car I bought before was sold, but now it is replaced by Mitsubishi. My beautiful girlfriend was gone, but now it is replaced by the fifth girl.

The cowboys heard that they could not pay their wages, so they drove a tractor to pay off their debts. It turned out that nearly 200 employees had run away, leaving only more than 20 people, which caused Brown to get up every morning to go to grazing himself. In short, it was miserable.

There are two extremes in the rancher who has a smooth journey with Han Qianshan, who has a smooth journey with his son.

The reason for all this was not that he wasted money too much, but that the more than 10,000 livestock raised in this ranch were all super beasts, grass and mud horses.

The name of the ranch is "Alpaca Ranch". In the past two years, it has been impacted by cheap Australian alpacas, and the market conditions of the US alpacas are not good.

Those animals are the masters who cannot stop their mouths for a moment. They can eat and pull, and they are spoiled and difficult to serve.

Let them go east and west, let them go south and north, and you can't scold them. After scolding, you will spit out the next time you see them.

In addition to feed costs, the electricity bill for photoelectric fans in summer is a lot of money. In addition, the ice cubes for cooling off, the money is spent like water. If you are a little lazy, these guys will have heatstroke and lie on the ground in large patches. It will cost more money to treat the disease at that time.

They invested hugely, but their income was not much. In the past, alpacas were priced at high prices and could make money, but they were not able to do so in the past two years.

Brown had the idea of ​​selling these cheap sheep more than once, but after inquiring, he found that the market conditions of these "uncles" were not good, and there were many people who wanted to buy this land close to the Central Valley.

Before his father died, he repeatedly said that the ranch could not be sold. It was because his ancestors had been caught by a few arrows from the Indians and limped and used the beaver skin he had snatched back. They could not be sold even if they starved to death.

If he really listened to his father like this, then Brown would not be an American, but when he planned to sell the alpaca ranch, he found out that his father actually wrote "not allowed to sell" in his will. If he wanted to sell, he would be regarded as giving up the right of inheritance and donating the land to the state government. This would kill his son.

Recently, he has to go to see the warehouse every day. The mountain of alpacas has lost a few pounds. Later, he found the dog beauty pageant in the newspaper, and Brown had an idea:

Why can't we bring these lazy guys out to beauty pageants? People in the city like these guys very much! If alpacas can make them popular, then the sales of wool may be able to rise!

Young, passionate, do whatever you want!

He ran from house to house to house twenty-one grass-mud horse ranches in California, persuaded them to participate in grass-mud horse beauty pageant, and rented a world-famous Pebble Beach golf course for a day with the registration fees given by the ranchers.

Time is tomorrow. If the snow is not coming, it will be over.

Brown looked up at the sky and lamented that he had a tragic fate...

Han Xuan was so sleepy that it was almost dark. After dinner, he took a shower and planned to go to bed.

At this time, Butler Elna was knocking on the door outside. Hearing Han Xuan say he wanted to come in and came over with an invitation letter.

Curiously taking the white card, Han Xuan laughed as soon as he saw the cover. Four grass mud horses with big backs were all wearing sunglasses and holding a cigarette in his mouth, with a very arrogant expression.

It reads: 1994 California Grass Mud Horse Pageant, Location: Monterey Bay Pebble Beach Golf Course, Time: December 19.

When he opened it and found that it was an invitation letter with his name written on it. Han Xuan turned around and placed it on the head of the bed, and smiled and said, "I will go over and play tomorrow."

"A young man sent it two days ago. Seeing that he looked very sincere, I stayed."

Butler Elner said that countless invitations and fan letters are sent here every day, but not many people come to the door in person, so he feels sincere.

Fat Ding just saw the owner laughing happily, curiously approached the invitation letter and found that it was his old friend on the ranch.

In its eyes, all the grass and mud horses looked the same, and they breathed a long sigh, and their big eyes were full of envy. Unexpectedly, these guys had just been seen for more than a month and they became celebrities.

He jumped out of the bed and ran to the first floor, grabbed the pair of Irving's sunglasses, bit his mouth and took the enchanting cat upstairs, put it in front of Han Xuan, and signaled him to help him wear it.

Han Xuan was adjusting the alarm clock and helped it put it on. The sunglasses were too big and half hung on its fat face, so he could only raise his head.

Fat Ding came to the mirror and turned his head left and right to look at it. His tail was upright to show his happiness and his appearance was odorous.

Set the alarm clock at 1:00 a.m., and then there should be news from Mexico.

The 700 million US dollars is several times more likely to suffer heavy losses, and this number game will be decided within a few days.

Turn off the lights in the room and I was so nervous that I couldn't sleep. In 1994, the foreign exchange reserves of some small countries did not have that much.

During a black riot in Los Angeles in 1992, thousands of stores were smashed, fifty-three people were killed, thousands were injured, and the losses were only about one billion dollars.

I looked at the roof with my eyes open and felt that based on my rough impression of my previous life, I dared to make this gamble. I was really brave.

Short-selling financial crisis is not an investment company. Enterprise development has rules to be found. Companies that lead the development of the times will definitely become popular.

But finance is different. If there is a small change in history because of yourself, it may lead to the failure of this short-selling plan.

Holding the fat man with fluffy hair just after taking a shower, the guy burped and could smell the smell of milk. It was still early before he could sleep. He patted Han Xuan's face with his flesh claws and rolled in boredom.

He hummed his own cat song in his mouth, and listened to the rhythm as follows: "Ding ding bell, ding ding bells, jingle bells, how happy we are to ski, we sit on the sled~"

Now many stores are playing this song, but it sang it from its mouth and becomes: "Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow

Surprisingly, it didn't go out of tune!

Han Xuan's biological clock has reached its limit and is in urgent need of sleep. When this guy rubs his nose, his forehead muscles beating and he feels unable to bear it anymore.

He quickly picked up the guy, opened the door and closed it outside.

"Dong!"

Fat Ding widened his eyes and looked at the tightly closed wooden door.

I immediately lay on the door, looking pitiful, and meowed and begged for mercy (to be continued.)
Chapter completed!