"Beauty makes people yearn for it."
Wen Li came over and praised her, "Your female companion is like the pearl at tonight's party. If you want to learn to be generous, why not dance?"
Zhang Jing was a little worried about Wen Li, feeling that she was both good and evil.
But he shook his head on this matter and firmly retorted: "I love gold, money, and Ding Jiaqi, and I will never share it, not even a dime!"
Ding Jiaqi's heart trembled beside her. She didn't expect Zhang Jing to say such straightforward words as "I love Ding Jiaqi", and his possessiveness was also very strong.
Wen Li laughed happily, but her words were cold, "The strongest will be broken, the strongest will be hurt, the strongest will be humiliated, and deep love will not last long."
If a person is too stubborn, he will easily suffer setbacks; if he is too smart, he will be easily hurt; if he is too outstanding, he will be easily humiliated; if he is too affectionate, the relationship will not last long.
The content of this sentence is very broad, and the most direct meaning is that Zhang Jing and Ding Jiaqi are not optimistic about their longevity.
The party lasted until ten o'clock in the evening. On the way back, the car was quiet.
After a long time, Ding Jiaqi broke the silence and asked with a slight complaint, "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 forward and said calmly, "I only love money. I'll let you go later."
Worried that Ding Jiaqi would ask, Zhang Jing took the initiative to change the subject, "Why did you and Qu Xiaoqing put termites into the winery?"
Ding Jiaqi sucked in her nose and said, "In order for someone to successfully take a photo of the winery, I was bitten by termites more than ten times, one bite after another. It hurt and itched."
Zhang Jing had mixed feelings in his heart. He was afraid of meeting the second Xiao Jing, and he was also afraid that Ding Jiaqi, a good cabbage, would be taken away. In this way, he could only drag it.
Having made up his mind, Zhang Jing could only forcefully change the topic again, "Next door to the winery is a 20-acre horse farm. I have bought it and plan to raise racehorses."
As expected, Ding Jiaqi's attention was drawn away, she became more energetic in a second, and retorted: "This is not a good idea!
Brother Zhang, watching horses and racing horses are two different things. Raising horse racing is a very professional matter. Who is confusing you? "
"No one is trying to trick me, it's just something I insist on."
Knowing Zhang Jing fairly well, Ding Jiaqi quickly accepted the pitfall of raising horses, "Brother Zhang, I support you, but this is a matter of burning money and technology. If it fails after two years, just give up. Just treat it as... A hurdle in life.”
"Why two years?" Zhang Jing asked confused.
For the second time, Ding Jiaqi realized the difference between the traditional rich and the nouveau riche, and explained, "Ponies can participate in the 1,200 sprint race after they are two years old."
"It seems like this is common sense," Zhang Jing laughed at himself, "I didn't know anything about it, but I jumped into it."
Ding Jiaqi didn't want to criticize Zhang Jing directly, so she asked indirectly, "Is it her idea for Barbie to work under you?"
"No, she always suggested that I start a business of 'helping human reproduction'."
"Okay," Ding Jiaqi supported, "Since you have decided to enter the horse racing industry, you must go all out."
"I will."
....
The next day is Saturday, Issaquah, Johnton Racecourse.
This is a ranch-type horse farm with an area of more than 500 acres, a professional track and multiple racecourses.
Ding Jiaqi, Qu Xiaoqing, and Zhang Jing came to buy horses. Other buyers were commenting on the running horses beside the track.
"The price of an ordinary cart and horse is a little lower than that of a beef cow, no more than one thousand yuan."
Ding Jiaqi said, "Only racehorses, pedigree horses, or their parents or grandparents have performed well, and the price will go up."
Looking at the horses running by in the race, it is indeed very different. They are handsome, muscular, with long and powerful limbs and long strides.
Another characteristic is that knights are generally thin and small.
Regarding the price, Ding Jiaqi introduced.
“Horse racing, the more medals your parents have won, the more expensive it will be;
If parents and grandparents have won the grand prize, their prices are almost unlimited, such as 10 million yuan. "
Zhang Jing's heart was racing. He only had about three million yuan to spend.
"Don't worry," Ding Jiaqi comforted, "the horses here are not too expensive, and the foals are even cheaper."
"How do you know so much?" Zhang Jing asked curiously.
"Qu Xiaoqing and I once went to Xiangjiang to learn dressage equestrian, the kind that competes in the Olympics. Because I had no talent, I only learned a little bit in a year. Although I gave up later, I still love horses very much."
"It's amazing." Zhang Jing praised.
Ding Jiaqi raised her snow-white neck proudly.
"Good morning, sir and madam, my name is Malcolm, an employee of the Jotun Racecourse." A middle-aged African man with thick lips came over and introduced himself. He pointed at the running horse and asked, "Do you like it?"
"No," Zhang Jing demanded, "We want to see more, including mares, ponies and ordinary racehorses."
"Please come with me." Malcolm invited sideways.
There was a six-seater electric scooter next to it. Malcolm was sitting in the driver's seat, and Zhang Jing, Ding Jiaqi, and Qu Xiaoqing were sitting in the back seat. They drove along the straight road in the middle of the two independent racecourses toward the stable.
After traveling about a thousand meters, there are two independent small fences, each about twenty meters in diameter.
Malcolm pointed to the horses tied next to the fence and said, "There are seventeen mares here. They are being sold. The left fence is 30,000 yuan each, and the right fence is 45,000 yuan each."
It’s a very casual way of selling, and if it’s a good horse, the seller will definitely brag about it.
“These mares basically have shortcomings,” Ding Jiaqi chatted in Mandarin. “Most of them are over 20 years old and have passed their best reproductive period;
Either they are of ordinary appearance, or even injured or sick;
The advantage is that these are racehorses, of course only of ordinary blood, so the seller will not suffer any loss. "
"Isn't there a good horse?" Zhang Jing asked.
"Perhaps," Ding Jiaqi said helplessly, "but that is beyond my scope of knowledge."
Zhang Jing understands that a thousand-mile horse often exists, but a bole does not always exist.
Zhang Jing looked at all seventeen mares from a distance of about two or three meters. Goldfinger didn't give any hint. They were Yunyun, but not 'thousand-mile horses'.
"Take us to see the foal."
Malcolm nodded and got on the battery car again. A hundred meters ahead there were two separate fences.
"The fence on the left sells for 5,000, and the fence on the right sells for 7,000," Malcolm pointed to the eight ponies in the two fences. "They were all born between 5 and 7 months old."
The pony is tied next to the fence and can be viewed closely. It is best not to touch it unless you have a strong intention to buy it.
After a brief look, there was still no prompt from the treasure hunting system until a truck drove over from the direction of the stable not far away. Fifty meters away, Golden Finger gave a strong warning.
'Buy it! '
"What's going on with the truck that's driving over?" Zhang Jing asked casually.
Malcolm just looked at it casually and said, "There is an injured mare up there, which is about to be sent to the slaughterhouse."
