"It's beautiful and yearning."

Wen Li came over and praised, "Your female companion is like the pearl of tonight's party, if you want to learn to be generous, why not dance?" ”

Zhang Jing was a little stunned in her heart, feeling that she was both righteous and evil.

shook his head in this matter and retorted firmly: "I love gold, money, and Ding Jiaqi, and I will never share it, not a dime!" ”

Ding Jiaqi trembled in the atrium next to her, she didn't expect Zhang Jing to say such straightforward words as 'love Ding Jiaqi', and her possessiveness was particularly strong.

Wen Li smiled happily, but her words were very cold, "The rigid pole must be broken, the wisdom pole must be injured, the strong pole must be humiliated, and the love is deep and long-lived." ”

If a person is too hard, he is prone to setbacks, if he is too smart, he is easily damaged, if he is too prominent, he is easy to be humiliated, and if he is too affectionate, his feelings are generally not long-lasting.

The content of this sentence is very broad, and the most direct meaning is that I am not optimistic that Zhang Jing and Ding Jiaqi can last long.

The party lasted until 10 p.m., and on the way back, it was quiet in the car.

After a long time, Ding Jiaqi broke the silence and asked in a complaining tone, "Brother Zhang, why am I ranked behind money?" ”

Zhang Jing recalled what he said, 'I love gold, I love money, I love Ding Jiaqi....'

"Don't take it seriously," Zhang Jing looked ahead and said calmly, "I only love money, and I said that I would lie down later." ”

Worried about Ding Jiaqi's questioning, Zhang Jing took the initiative to divert the topic, "Why did you and Qu Xiaoqing throw termites into the winery?" ”

Ding Jiaqi snorted and soured her nose, "For someone to be able to photograph the winery smoothly, I have been bitten by termites more than ten times, one bite at a time, and it hurts and itches." ”

Zhang Jing had a complicated feeling in his heart, he was afraid of meeting the second Xiao Jing, and he was afraid that Ding Jiaqi's good cabbage would be taken away, so he could only drag it.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Jing could only forcibly divert the topic again, "Next door to the winery is a 20-acre horse farm, and I have already bought it and plan to raise racehorses. ”

Ding Jiaqi was really attracted to attention, changed her spirit in a second, and retorted: "This is not a good idea!"

Brother Zhang, watching horses and racing horses are two different things, raising racing horses is a very professional thing, who is bewitching you? ”

"No one has bewitched me, it's something I insist on."

Quite understanding Zhang Jing, Ding Jiaqi quickly accepted the horse breeding pit, "Brother Zhang, I support you, but this is a matter of burning money and technology, if you fail after two years, just give up, just treat it as a hurdle in life." ”

"Why two years?" Zhang Jing didn't understand and asked.

The second time, Ding Jiaqi realized the difference between the traditional wealthy and the explosive, explaining, "Ponies can participate in the Sprint 1200 race after they are two years old. ”

"It seems that this is common sense," Zhang Jing laughed at himself, "I didn't know anything about it, but I plunged into it." ”

Ding Jiaqi didn't want to criticize Zhang Jing directly, so she asked sideways, "Barbie works under you, is it her idea?" ”

"No, she's always advised me to do the 'Helping Humanity Breed' business."

"Okay," Ding Jiaqi supported, "since you have decided to enter horse racing, you have to go all out." ”

"I will."

....

The next day, Saturday, Iseko, Jordon Racecourse.

It is a ranch-style horse farm with over 500 acres of land with a professional track and multiple racetracks.

Ding Jiaqi, Qu Xiaoqing, Zhang Jing, the three came to buy horses, and other buyers were judging the running horses by the side of the track.

"The price of an ordinary cart and horse is a little lower than that of a beef cow, no more than a thousand yuan."

Ding Jiaqi introduced, "Only racing horses, pedigree horses, or their parents, grandparents have good results, the price will be expensive." ”

Looking at the horses running by on the race, it is indeed very different, they are handsome, muscular, slender and powerful, and have a large stride.

Another feature is that the knight is usually skinny.

Regarding the price, Ding Jiaqi introduced.

"In horse racing, if the parents have won more medals, the more expensive it is;

If parents, grandparents have run the jackpot, their price is almost uncapped, such as 10 million meters. ”

Zhang Jing's heart was beating, and he only had about three million meters to use.

"Don't worry," Ding Jiaqi comforted, "the horses here will not be too expensive, and the foals will be cheaper." ”

"How do you know so much?" Zhang Jing asked curiously.

"I once went to Xiangjiang with Qu Xiaoqing to learn freestyle equestrianism, the kind of Olympic competition, because I had no talent, I only learned a little bit a year, and although I gave up, I still love horses."

"It's amazing." Zhang Jing praised.

Ding Jiaqi raised her snow-white neck proudly.

"Good morning, sir, ma'am, my name is Malcolm, a staff member at Joton Racecourse," a thick-lipped middle-aged African-American walked past me and asked, pointing to the running horse, "Do you like it?" ”

"No," Zhang Jing demanded, "we're going to see more, including mares, ponies, and racehorses." ”

"Please follow me." Malcolm invited sideways.

There is a six-seater electric scooter next to it, Malcolm is in the driver's seat, Zhang Jing, Ding Jiaqi, and Qu Xiaoqing are in the back row, and they drive along the middle straight road of the two independent racetracks to the direction of the stable.

After about a thousand meters, there are two separate small fences, each about twenty meters in diameter.

Malcolm pointed to the horses tied to the fence and said, "There are seventeen mares here, and they are being sold, the left fence is 30,000 meters each, and the right fence is 45,000 yuan each." ”

It's a very casual way to sell, if it's a good horse, the seller will definitely blow it.

"Most of these mares have shortcomings," Ding Jiaqi chatted in Mandarin, "and most of them are over 20 years old and have passed the best period of childbirth;

Either they are ordinary, and some are even injured and sick;

The advantage is that these are all racehorses, of course, just ordinary blood, and the seller will not suffer. ”

"Aren't there any good horses?" Zhang Jing asked.

"Perhaps," Ding Jiaqi said helplessly, "but that's beyond my understanding." ”

Zhang Jing understands, Maxima often has, Bole does not often have.

After a distance of about two or three meters, Zhang Jing looked at all the seventeen mares, and the golden finger did not have any hints, they were Yunyun, but they were not 'thousands of horses'.

"Take us to see the foals."

Malcolm nodded, got on the battery car again, and a hundred meters ahead were two separate fences.

"The left fence costs 5,000 and the right fence costs 7,000," Malcolm said, pointing to the eight ponies in the two pens, "they were all born between 5~7 months." ”

The pony is tethered to the fence so that it can be viewed up close, and it is best not to touch it unless there is a strong desire to buy it.

After a brief look, the treasure hunt system still did not prompt, until a truck drove in the direction of the horse shed not far away, and the gold finger gave a strong indication fifty meters away.

'Buy it!' ’

"What's going on with the van coming by?" Zhang Jing asked casually.

Malcolm just glanced casually, "There's a sick and injured mare up there, and she's going to be sent to the slaughterhouse." ”