When it came to the process of buying 'Can't Die', Zhang Jing's mood was so beautiful that he cracked, and his expression pretended to be compassionate.

"It was so sick that it would have been sent out of the slaughterhouse, and I'm very surprised by the situation now."

"Good intentions are rewarded."

Zhang Jing politely smirked.

"This must be Miss Ding," Mei Li looked at Ding Jiaqi, "Aegis has talked to me about you, and you are really young and beautiful." ”

"Hello Mrs. Merry, thank you for the lunch party." Ding Jiaqi greeted politely.

"You're welcome," said the old lady, looking pleasant, "I wish you good luck in your race." ”

After a brief chat, Mei Li went to greet the other guests.

Then a handsome and stylish man in his sixties stood in front of Zhang Jing, "'Won't Die' looks great, are you going to sell it?" ”

Zhang Jing asked tentatively, "How much money are you going to pay?" ”

"How about 40,000 meters?"

"It can run to the finals, and it's nowhere near worth 40,000." Zhang Jing retorted.

"After that, no one can say what happened."

Shaking his head and refusing, even if the old man bids 400,000 yuan, Zhang Jing will probably not sell, they are together during the day and sleep together at night, and the feelings are too deep.

"At two o'clock, someone has a lot of grudges against you." Ding Jiaqi reminded softly.

Zhang Jing looked sideways, he was also an old man, with a bald head and a fat brain, and he looked like he had a grudge.

"He's the owner of the Jordon Racecourse."

Nayer walked over and said hello, "I heard that you only bought 'can't die' for three thousand yuan, this is a big leak." ”

"That wasn't a leak at the time." Zhang Jing corrected, "I won't buy a sick horse to go back." ”

"It's God's reward for good Samaritans." Jennifer admires Zhang Jing for being caring.

Referring to the 'Good Samaritan', Nayer changed the subject: "Jennifer and I intend to form a horse racing club on the condition that we make a certain contribution to the just cause of humanity. ”

Ding Jiaqi was about to say something, but Zhang Jing preemptively stopped him, "Then I am definitely not qualified to join, I will only grab social resources and have nothing to do with justice." ”

"Mr. Zhang is too modest," said Jennifer, who had a freckled face, "you are willing to save a sick horse, and of course you are willing to help those in need." ”

Zhang Jing was very resistant in his heart, he hated donations, and it was better to spend money to invite the residents of the town to drink, at least they really cheered for 'can't die'.

"Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock," Jennifer didn't know what Zhang Jing was thinking, thinking that he was modest, and officially extended the invitation, "Welcome to the estate at 1042 84th Avenue." ”

"See you tomorrow morning," Ding Jiaqi promised for Zhang Jing, "We will come to the door on time to disturb us." ”

After the lunch buffet was over, leaving the racecourse restaurant, Zhang Jing and his girlfriend strolled on the grass, and asked Ding Jiaqi incomprehensibly, "Why did you agree?" ”

"Brother Zhang," Ding Jiaqi explained, "the so-called 'just cause of mankind' is mostly sanctimonious, and you will know if you go there tomorrow." ”

In the afternoon, the wind is mild and the sky is clear.

There are more tourists than in the morning, and the most interesting thing is the variety of women's hats, which compete with each other, and sometimes even the horses themselves are beautiful.

Observing horses and people is all interesting things.

At 2 p.m., Haifa drove the first round of the general, and the track was 3,200 meters of grass.

The sprint speed is fast, and the general's endurance is even better, so he was arranged by Aegis to run a long course.

Haifa stepped on the horse, keeping his knees slightly bent, not so much sitting on the horse's back as squatting on the horse's back.

As the electric gate opened, seven horses galloped out.

Horses are raced regardless of gender, and neither are knights.

Haifa was originally a horse nutritionist, but because of his young age and light weight, he became a champion horse jockey.

Amid the cheers, the seven horses galloped past in a flash, 3,200 meters, and the whole journey took less than four minutes.

The general had mediocre results, only running fourth, and did not advance directly.

He will not be able to die and will need to return to St. Fo's Horse Farm next Saturday to compete with the other unqualified horses for one last chance to qualify.

Even so, the residents of Whitefish Town were happy enough to go home after all four races.

Passing by a Walmart supermarket, Joe and the cheerleaders go in to buy party food and drinks.

The food is relatively simple, directly two and a half slices of beef, more than 700 catties.

Fast selling wine is two liters per bottle, sixty bottles, and seven pieces per bottle.

Forty proof whiskey, 500 ml bottles, 60 bottles, 9 pieces each.

Forty cases of beer and twenty cases of fruit drinks.

Devil's Claw Energy Drink, 20 cases.

There are also special cylinders and gas canisters for outdoor barbecue, twenty meters a piece, take ten.

The party was held in the courtyard of the police station, and the oven, tables and chairs were set up in advance.

Back in town, the celebration went into mode, and the town's party continued until 10 p.m.

In the end, a piece of chicken feathers was left behind.

Dillon, Haifa, Milika, Ding Jiaqi, Qu Xiaoqing, and seven women who didn't drink stayed behind to clean up.

It's hard work.

After cleaning up, Ding Jiaqi divided the remaining wine and food equally among Dillon, Haifa, Mirika, and the seven to take back to the dormitory and take home.

"Mirika, has Mr. Dakkin called you lately?"

Returning to the racecourse, at the door of the dormitory, Ding Jiaqi asked softly and with concern.

Because Mirika is guilty of depression, everyone usually cares about her, even Barbie, who speaks the loudest, is very gentle with her.

In the darkness of the night, at the barking of a pack of dogs, Mirika shook her head, "No, I don't know where he is now." ”

"It's okay," Ding Jiaqi comforted her, "if you want to go out and play, or if you need anything, tell me." ”

"Thanks, I'm fine at the horse farm, I don't need anything."

Ding Jiaqi nodded and sat back in the car, with her already drunk boyfriend in the back row.

Qu Xiaoqing sat in the co-pilot and complained, "Your man will have to drink to death sooner or later." ”

"Today's 'can't die' performance is too good, Brother Zhang is happy."

"Brother Zhang on the left, Brother Zhang on the right, didn't you say before that you don't marry if you are not a 985 or a world-famous school?"

"What should I do when fate comes?" Ding Jiaqi drove the vehicle along the cement road inside the racecourse, chatting while driving, "I am afraid of regretting it." ”

"Zhang Jing has an ex-girlfriend, how is it now?"

"How do I know?"

Qu Xiaoqing instigated, "While he is asleep, look at his phone." ”

"It's not right for you to do this," Ding Jiaqi said seriously, "You can watch it if you want, don't have anything to do with me." ”

When the car stops at the door of the stable, take Zhang Jing back to the stable and lay it down.

Qu Xiaoqing didn't look at other people's mobile phones for the first time, so he skillfully picked up Zhang Jing's finger to unlock the password, and then flipped through it happily.

"Qu Xiaoqing, how can you flip through other people's mobile phones, this is impolite and immoral."

Ding Jiaqi was softly criticizing her best friend next to her, her heart was as anxious as an ant in a hot pot, she was also very curious, and she was embarrassed to look at it directly.

Qu Xiaoqing had no worries, first went straight to Facebook, but did not find what he wanted.

Then click on VX, flip and flip, and it's nothing.

Just when she was about to quit VX, it was like God was joking, and it happened that Sun Ting, the owner of the backpacker hotel, sent a message and a picture.

Qu Xiaoqing chuckled in her heart, didn't dare to have extra expressions, first forwarded the picture to herself, and then deleted the information.

"What's wrong?" Ding Jiaqi asked with concern.

"It's nothing," Qu Xiaoqing pressed the lock screen button, "Zhang Jing is quite reliable, there is no ambiguous chat history, it is very clean, like a blank paper." ”

Ding Jiaqi felt relieved.

Qu Xiaoqing was restless, and there was a sense of the sky falling.