After hearing this, the old cowboy stopped talking and continued to drink the whiskey in his hand with his head down. From time to time, he would reach out and take the snacks in the editor's basket in front of him to suppress the smell of strong alcohol in his stomach.

Zhang Chi was about to ask Kimberly where to buy cheap hay bales when he looked up and saw the small blackboard behind Kimberly. It read the odds, how much he would lose if he failed, and how much he would lose if he survived for one year.

Kimberly saw Zhang Chi looking at the small blackboard behind her and said with a smile: "Everyone is betting on the future of your ranch."

Zhang Chi smiled after hearing this and didn't take it seriously. Apart from working, these cowboys probably only have this hobby. Of course, other hobbies are quite expensive, so this is a good hobby.

"My odds are not high." Zhang Chi took a sip of his beer.

Kimberly smiled after hearing this but did not answer.

But at this moment, many cowboys sitting closer to the bar pricked up their ears.

Zhang Chi took out his wallet from his pocket, pinched twenty dollars with tissue paper and handed it to Kimberly.

"I buy myself, and I'll be fine next year."

After speaking, he waved the note in his hand at Kimberly.
Chapter completed!