[Every time I dig a pit, there are always people who don't like it, and after reading it, everyone will snap, there must be a reason for coming to the United States. 】

On the grass in the afternoon, with the whistle of Ji'an, Messi ran in four directions with his head arched to the inflatable light football.

Corgi is native to Wales and is known as cor-gi, which translates to leg-short.

Mary is not the only old lady who has a soft spot for this little one, but the most famous is the queen of the kingdom of 'Britis', and there are corgi mansions in the royal palace and castles all over the queen. They have private rooms, sleeping in wicker finely woven baskets, mattresses, blankets, air conditioning in summer, heating in winter, toys, and special bathing and beauty services.

As a kind of working dog, the purebred corgi is full of energy and has nothing to say about his physical strength, Messi ran with the ball all the way under the command of the Ji'an whistle, and did not breathe for 15 minutes in a row.

After training for a while, resting for a while, and by about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Messi was already proficient in breaking through with the ball.

The fat tiger was bored and lying under the red maple tree, it was hungry for football for a while, but Ji An never let it move.

The red maple leaves fell overhead, the fat tiger opened his wide nose and yawned boredly, seeing this, Ji An was bored to see Messi playing by himself, so he turned his head and signaled: "Little fat man, go on." ”

The fat tiger suddenly came to his senses, and "Wang~" bounced up from the ground and rushed towards the football.

Both dogs have short legs, the fat tiger is a little longer, Messi is better at being faster in frequency, and the speed of running is better, of course, the impact after counting the weight is definitely not as good as the little fat man of the dwarf warrior department.

Seeing that the football was snatched away by the fat tiger, Messi chased forward, regained control of the ball, and controlled the football to avoid Gattuso again and again......

Dodged with the ball for a while, and found that the opponent was nothing more than that, except for the appearance of a little vicious, there was nothing to be afraid of, Messi stopped the ball and began to face the fat tiger.

The little guy touches the ball frequently, stops quickly, starts faster, changes direction is particularly flexible, and the fat tiger that rushes straight over is clean at the first time.

The stubborn fat tiger refused to admit defeat in the face of the Hulk, how could he bow his head to this little guy, continue to show his teeth and bite fiercely, and without accident, he pounced again.

The fat tiger was annoyed, and when he was beaten for the third time, the little fat man carried forward the professional sportsmanship of the national football team, not the ball, and knocked down Messi and pressed him to the ground is a fat beating......

"Tell you to pass me? Labor and management are what you can live casually!? If you dare to pass me again, you will bite off your leg next time!"

At this time, the referee blew a whistle, pointed at the fat tiger, and sent it off the field.

A professional player of the national football team reluctantly walked off the field, scolded and barked at the referee: "xxx!"

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The next day was the weekend, and the fat tiger and Messi were handed over to Mary to take care of, and John Sr. drove Ji An to the club.

There is a country club that is famous in the whole Angel City near Orange Town, located on the edge of a quiet lake, where golf, fishing, shooting, fitness, sauna and other leisure facilities are readily available, of course, the fee is certainly not cheap, membership, and the annual membership fee is not affordable for the middle class L anyway.

However, there are 27 special members at this country club, and it's all free to eat, drink and be merry.

Twenty-five of the 27 were about the same age as John Sr., and the remaining two young men inherited the special membership left by their elders.

There is a circular passage in front of the luxuriously decorated club lobby for private cars to enter, and a special doorman is responsible for parking.

But John Sr.'s old Mustang didn't go to the lobby door, but drove to a valley behind the club, which was an open-air shooting range.

In the small valley of about 1,000 square meters, there are already many old men wearing cowboy hats shooting at iron targets covered with craters 30 meters away, and the sound of gunfire and the clanging of hitting the iron target is resounding.

Hearing that Ji An can also hunt dogs, Harrison, who has two white beards on his lips and a red complexion and wrinkles on his face, came over curiously to exchange experiences and chat with the apprentice of the Dog King of Huaguo, and then invited Ji An to take his dog to participate in next week's hunting event.

Old John asked Ji An if he wanted to play with guns, and he could choose pistols, automatic, shotshots, and even light machine guns here, and he could just say which one he wanted to play.

Ji An smiled and waved his hand and said no, he was not very interested in guns, and stood behind to watch this group of old cowboys pour bullets to their heart's content.

Among the only two young people present was one Ji An knew, the young policeman who came over that day.

"Bah ......" is full of gunshots, which is estimated to frighten many leaders in China.

John Sr. has played with guns since he was a child, and he loves them, and around 11 a.m., 27 people paid $10 each for a game.

In a group of 5 people, a revolver is inserted in the holster of the gun on the thigh, and the speed of the gun is compared.

In the final final, John Sr. and the young policeman competed, and the two leaned back, stretched forward with their legs in their holsters, listening intently to the bell that might ring behind them at any time, and drew their guns to shoot as fast as they could.

The speed of the shot is only a millimeter, but the difference between the crisp hit of the iron target from 30 meters away is obvious.

"Hahaha, little Risser, your father was not my opponent when he was here, you want to win me? "John Sr. finally won $260 and pulled hatred in his foul mouth.

The young policeman gave him an unhappy look and put the revolver back into his holster.

After lunch at noon, the others went to play golf, swimming, and billiards, and old John took Ji An to the sauna together.

In the dressing room, the two of them turned into naked pigs, wrapped towels around their waists, and walked into the small wooden room.

Sweat was forced out by the heat wave, and old John stroked his head to the slippery Mediterranean, and began to brag to Ji An, about a legendary man who came out of Orange Town.

What is the maximum number of Mark Six jackpots a person can win in this lifetime? Forty years ago, a small farmer named Bird in Orange Town won five consecutive prizes in three years, with a total prize of $20 million.

Forty years ago, $20 million was an astronomical amount, but this was just the beginning, and it took him the next 37 years to build a huge business empire equivalent to the joint efforts of four generations of the Morgan family's "Phantom Foundation".

From stocks to futures, from oil to minerals, catering, entertainment, finance and banking, and later to high-tech industries such as information and biology, this little-known Bird almost did anything to make money, and the money was like a torrential rain on his head.

"How is this possible?" Ji Andao, he seriously suspected that Old John was blowing beeps on the Internet of a copy of "Rolling Money" according to the starting point.

"What am I lying to you?" there was a picture of Old Bird hanging in the lobby. This club is owned by him, and a few of our old guys have known him for a long time, so it's all free to come to the club.

It's just that Old Bird hasn't shown up for 4 or 5 years, and I don't know how he is doing now. ”