Zhang Jing was actually interested in a sick horse, which was beyond everyone's expectation.
"Brother Zhang," Ding Jiaqi urged, "it must be worthless to be sent to the slaughterhouse."
"That's right, that's right," Qu Xiaoqing followed, "The racecourse owner is not a fool. He will only deal with it if he has no other choice."
"How much?" Zhang Jing asked the racecourse employee directly.
"Sir, that's a sick mare." Malcolm reminded.
"It is precisely because of this," Zhang Jing said with a pitiful expression and a compassionate tone, "I can't bear to know that a beautiful creature was sent to the slaughterhouse."
Malcolm has worked at a horse farm for many years, and has encountered some people who are particularly affectionate towards horses, and even spend time and money to raise a useless horse until it dies of old age.
But the racecourse cannot be merciful because it has to make money and pay taxes.
In his heart, Malcolm admired, supported and liked caring people like Zhang Jing, so he stopped the truck and called his boss.
Only then did Zhang Jing see a maroon horse in the truck. It looked very poor, as weak as a tomato that hadn't been watered for three days.
After a few simple words, Malcolm hung up the phone and said to Zhang Jing, "3,000 yuan, delivered to your door within 100 kilometers. We won't sell it below this price."
"Brother Zhang," Ding Jiaqi stopped again, "This may be a scam. Some businessmen are taking advantage of people's sympathy to make money. The real value of this horse is not more than 1,000 meters, and it is only worth meat."
Ding Jiaqi guessed the truth and determined that there was no cure for the sick horse. The owner of the racecourse had been pulling the horse back and forth twice a day along the middle straight of the racecourse for two consecutive days, deliberately letting customers see it, until he met Zhang Jing, a "silly" man.
Zhang Jing patted Ding Jiaqi's little hand and said sternly: "I can't ignore death."
Then go to the office area to sign the transfer agreement, hand over the birth certificate, and pay the money.
The horses were sent directly to the championship horse farm 30 kilometers away, where Barbie and Ruth were waiting.
I have seen the racing horses, the mare with extraordinary grace, and the energetic pony, but I bought a sick horse.
There were no more surprises at Denton Racecourse, Zhang Jing and Ding Jiaqi left.
"Brother Zhang," Ding Jiaqi asked, sitting in the passenger seat, confused, "Can I know the reason?"
"Could not bear."
The explanation was unclear, so Zhang Jing could only attribute the strange behavior to good intentions.
Ding Jiaqi was silent.
Qu Xiaoqing saw what Zhang Jing did and remained silent.
After leaving Denton Racecourse, the three of them went to the St. Buddha Racecourse next door, which was larger. Zhang Jing hoped to find two other good horses here.
"I don't like it here." Ding Jiaqi suddenly said something.
Zhang Jing looked at the environment of the racecourse. The main road inside was lined with greenery, and his nose was filled with the fragrance of earth and grass. His first impression was not bad.
Occasionally, knights pass by, and tourists come and go. It turns out that a parent-child horse riding event is being held here today, and there are many tourists.
Zhang Jing comforted, "Just take a look around, we will leave soon."
Ding Jiaqi hummed softly.
"Is it difficult to keep a racecourse going?" Zhang Jing asked Ding Jiaqi while walking on the inner road of the racecourse.
"Maybe Denton Racecourse, it should be a lot easier here, the owners are richer."
"Have you ever been in contact with the St. Buddha Racecourse before?" Zhang Jing asked Ding Jiaqi.
"No," Ding Jiaqi denied, "This is my first time here."
The next second, a sarcastic voice came from behind, "Old friend is here, why don't you tell me in advance what are you afraid of?"
Looking back at Ding Jiaqi's angry gaze, a tall, fair-skinned woman with blond hair stood five meters away.
It was just a figure from behind, but now Aigis saw it was Zhang Jing, her expression was flustered for a second, and she said hello: "Mr. Zhang this morning."
Compared to sarcastic remarks about Ding Jiaqi, Aigis and Zhang Jing were obviously much more friendly in their conversation.
"You know me?" Zhang Jing was surprised.
"I know you. My grandma is friends with Mrs. Xu. I know your name from her. I've seen you come in and out of Manor 1032 many times."
"Do you know Ding Jiaqi?"
"know."
Zhang Jing and Ding Jiaqi stood very close to each other. Aigis naturally thought that the two were boyfriend and girlfriend, and felt quite unhappy. She turned away and said, "We have known each other for ten years, been classmates for four years, and have fought five times in total."
'fight? '
Zhang Jing looked at the white girl next to him in surprise, with a little flesh on her face, a good temperament and a cute girl, it was hard to imagine.
Ding Jiaqi protested, "Brother Zhang, don't listen to her nonsense. It was she who bullied Xiaoqing first, so I fought with her."
Aigis nodded without making any excuses, and added, "You smoked, drank, and smoked Big M when you were in school in Xiangjiang. Does Mr. Zhang know about this?"
Zhang Jing was shocked, Ding Jiaqi looked like a good baby, and couldn't tell at all. Not counting smoking and drinking, she actually smoked a big breast!
"Brother Zhang," Ding Jiaqi said with an aggrieved expression, "That's just because I'm young and ignorant. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, not to mention that I only smoke seven or eight packs, have only drank more than 20 bottles of wine, and Big M has only tasted a small sip."
The word 'just' is used well.
However, Zhang Jing won't mind. This Ding Jiaqi is more real and cute. Who doesn't have puberty?
Zhang Jing patted Ding Jiaqi's shoulder gently to express that it was okay, looked at Aigis and said, "We plan to go see the horses and say goodbye."
"Brother Zhang," Ding Jiaqi reminded, "Grandma Aigis is the owner of St. Buddha's Horse Farm."
Aigis' eyes moved back and forth between Zhang Jing and Ding Jiaqi, she smiled slightly and said, "I'll take you to see horses."
It's hard to refuse such hospitality, so Zhang Jing accepts it.
Aigis is wearing high heels, straight beige trousers, a white crumpled long-sleeved top, and her smooth blond hair. She looks quite - ladylike?
“Do you need a pony, a mare, or a professional racehorse?”
"Will reading them all cause you any trouble?" Zhang Jing asked.
"No," Aigis looked at Ding Jiaqi provocatively, "It is my honor to accompany Mr. Zhang to watch horses."
The so-called 'honor' is still related to Wen Li.
To avoid deepening the misunderstanding, Zhang Jing explained, "Miss Aigis, I have nothing to do with the manor at 1032 84th Avenue. I came in and out frequently because of work."
"Is it really?"
"That's true!"
Looking into Zhang Jing's eyes, she confirmed that it was true. The warm smile on Aigis's face disappeared, "Then take your time, I have other things to do, goodbye!"
"That's what she is," Ding Jiaqi introduced after watching Aigis leave, "a super pragmatist. If you have money and power, she will stick to you and become your friend;
If you have no money and no power, abandoning it is like throwing away your own clothes, just like this situation now. "
Zhang Jing haha, it’s a pity that Aigis won’t do Face Changing in Sichuan Opera.
