"Don't worry!" Yan Fei patted the satchel on his body. "I have money, and I trust my cowboys, even more, I trust myself."
Old Hatton laughed without saying a word, suddenly seeing another old man in the distance, he shouted out loud: "Dylan, you old bugger, our new ranch owner wants to bet on the race with me, do you want to join?"
Dylan was a very lean old man, hearing the shout, he walked over, scanning everyone around Yan Fei in no time: "New ranch owner? Morning Glory Ranch's Yan?"
"Yes, that's me!" Yan Fei greeted with a smile. "Hello, Mr. Dylan!"
"Old Hatton is very sneaky, don't be fooled by his appearance!" Dylan disdained Old Hatton. "You've been here too short a time, maybe if you were here till National Day, it would be different."
"It's the participation that counts!" Yan Fei showed he didn't mind at all.
"Alright!" Dylan watched Yan Fei for a while. "How do we bet?"
...
