The naming was postponed as a guest arrived at the gate of the racecourse and was designated to meet Zhang Jing and Barbie.
A black Toyota Highlander parked five meters away from the gate, and the two Japanese people I had just met last Saturday got out of the car.
"Hello Mr. Zhang," the handsome Shibasaki greeted.
"Hello, are you okay?" Zhang Jing asked.
Shibasaki looked at Barbie and called her by her full name, "Barbie. Miss Mallory, do you know Little Matsubara?"
"Xiao Songyuan is my client, are you?" Barbie asked tentatively as he was thinking a lot.
"We are not friends little Matsubara, nor are we the police, but we need the gold and jade you took away."
As long as they are not the police, Barbie immediately became aggressive, "I don't know what you are talking about!"
"Miss Barbie," Shibasaki said with a gun and a stick, "That is just a dispensable thing to you, but it is very important to some big shots. Hand it over to avoid disaster."
"Ridiculous!"
"Miss Barbie, don't force us to tell the police about your killing of Matsubara," Shibazaki threatened.
"Mr. Shibasaki," Zhang Jing interrupted, "it's wrong to scare people. Don't make nonsense without evidence. This is not a Japanese country. You must be responsible for slander."
Shibasaki looked at Zhang Jing and asked, "What is the relationship between Mr. Zhang and Miss Barbie?"
"She's my employee."
"Mr. Zhang, you may have misunderstandings about Hengbin Sankui Co., Ltd. We are a regular company, not involved in gangs, pornography, pornography, and guns."
Zhang Jing's lips twitched. Was he threatened?
Barbie took out the revolver from her pocket and aimed the gun at Shibasaki and the two, "BOSS, kill them now, black and white, it's up to us."
Looking at Barbie, it's hard to believe that she is the mother of a three-year-old child. She pulls out a gun when she disagrees with her. How cool!
By the way, why are they all revolvers and not more handsome magazine-type pistols?
"Put down the gun," Zhang Jing advised. "We don't have what they are looking for, so we can't commit murder."
It was scary to be targeted by a gun. Shibasaki and his companions slowly backed away, hurriedly got in the car and left.
Barbie was panicked, looked at Zhang Jing and asked: "They seem to have a good background, what should we do now?"
Zhang Jing searched for 'Hengbin Sankui Co., Ltd.' on the Internet.
Public information shows that this is a Japanese machinery company.
Produces industrial machinery such as excavators, bulldozers, loaders, dump trucks, large presses, and cutting machines.
In addition, it is also a military industrial enterprise, producing more than a dozen types of military vehicles.
"Don't worry," Zhang Jing comforted Barbie, "There must be more solutions than difficulties."
While talking, Zhang Jing took out his mobile phone and dialed Xu Zehong's number.
At first, he didn't plan to keep the gold and jade, it would be great to exchange it for money directly, but Xu Zehong chose to be sensational and let the craftsman who had been wandering for four hundred years return home.
After a short phone call, Xu Zehong agreed and claimed to own the gold and jade to attract firepower for Zhang Jing.
"BOSS," Barbie asked worriedly, "will they have evidence of my murder?"
Zhang Jing chuckled, "If there is, they won't talk nonsense here, don't worry."
Barbie lowered her head slightly.
"By the way," Zhang Jing thought of asking, "What has Cindy been busy with these days?"
“Soak in the brewhouse.”
"She's not fishing, is she?"
"That's right, she's been maintaining the brewing equipment these days."
"When will the winery be open to tourists?" Zhang Jing asked with concern.
"It can be done at any time. The winery has wine in stock, and other minor flaws can be rectified while the business is running. The problem is that tourists don't dare to come because of the murder."
"Do you have any good ideas?"
"It seems that the only way to promote it is through self-media. It's best if someone can write soft articles, shoot videos, and promote it every day."
When it comes to small soft articles, Zhang Jing thinks of Irina Svitolina, a Ukrainian with brown hair, fair skin, and 1.65 meters tall, who was at the same table at the technical college.
She had studied abroad in Longguo earlier, and she had also been filming videos and writing soft articles on a certain channel and a certain website.
Originally everything was going well and she had a lot of fans, but because of the war, countless netizens asked her to take a stand and finally decided to stop updating.
Considering that he had 10,000 fans, Zhang Jing decided to ask Irina to run a certain account for him, and she could also do YouTube.
Irina took a risk to help Zhang Jing and stabbed the Eastern European man in the back, of course to make money. Finally, her bet was successful, and someone finally thought of giving her something to do.
Promise to arrive within two hours.
Everyone has something to do, even Ding Jiaqi and Qu Xiaoqing are not idle, helping Ruth take care of the three horses she just bought.
Zhang Jing drove to Baiyu Town to buy food and have a party at night.
After a busy day, a fire was lit in the stable after dark, and beef was sizzling on the grill.
There is an iron pot next to it, in which beef, carrots, and tomatoes are simmering.
The dining table is a wooden table with missing legs, with some bricks piled up to replace the legs.
There are several bottles of red wine, several pairs of bowls, chopsticks, knives and forks and wine glasses placed on the table.
Ruth filled all the glasses with a third of a glass.
Zhang Jingti gave a toast: "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. The champion racecourse has three horses today. I wish the racecourse and everyone a better and better future. Cheers!"
"cheers!"
"cheers!"
Zhang Jing, Barbie, Di Long, Cindy, Ruth, Irina, Qu Xiaoqing, and Ding Jiaqi raised their glasses and clinked their glasses together.
Dillon's four-year-old daughter Dilin, Barbie's three-year-old mixed-race son, and a little yellow dog who has just turned one month old must not drink.
There was no greed this time. Eight people drank five bottles, mainly eating meat and soup. It was a bit cold at night, and the hot dishes made people feel warm.
Suddenly, the little puppy, which had been quiet all this time, barked. He looked towards the stable door and saw a figure standing in the darkness.
Damn it, looks like a ghost!
Ruth took out a revolver, Barbie took out a revolver, Dillon also took out a revolver, and Ding Jiaqi also had a pistol, the most handsome M1911.
Including two children, ten people actually had four guns.
Although there are 1.2 firearms per capita in Citi, which is very common, Zhang Jing still feels that this is an exaggeration because the living environment is different from the past.
Visual problem, you can see bright places in the dark, so many guns, the person who came was frightened, and he immediately raised his hands.
"I have no ill intentions."
The speaker was a girl, her English was not very standard, and her voice was childish.
"I looked for a job based on the online address. I got lost, so I came here now, and because the gap in the gate fence was too big, I walked in directly."
Are the gaps in the fence too big?
"Raise your hands and come in." Barbie held up the revolver in her hand and said soothingly, "Don't make any unnecessary moves."
The other party did as he was told.
Slowly, everyone saw clearly that this was a child, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old and was about one meter six tall.
It is very thin, only about 40 kilograms, no wonder it can pass through the gap in the gate fence.
"You're too young," Barbie reminded, "to use child labor and get yourself into trouble on a horse farm."
"I am not a child laborer," the big-eyed girl introduced, "I am over sixteen years old."
"Do you have a nationality?" Barbie asked.
The girl answered the question, "I know how to feed horses. I have raised two descendants of famous Arabian horses worth more than 1 million yuan for rich people."
"Who would give a famous horse to a minor to feed?" Qu Xiaoqing asked curiously.
"This is a craft inherited from our ancestors. My grandfather and father both made a living by feeding racehorses for the rich."
Barbie looked at Zhang Jing. It was obvious that the girl had no nationality and was probably an illegal immigrant, but her skills were very impressive.
Although the name of Champion Racecourse is resounding, it is actually just a small bean sprout, and experienced nutritionists simply dismiss it.
There are big-name nutritionists who are clearly labeled on the market, but Zhang Jing cannot afford to hire them.
In the end, Zhang Jing had to bow to reality and compromised: "The probation period is half a year, guaranteed, and the weekly salary is two hundred meters."
Ding Jiaqi looked at Zhang Jing and hired an experienced nutritionist with a weekly salary of at least 2,000. This was to confirm the opponent's lifeline, so he only paid for food.
incredible!
Although the exploitation was severe, the girl was very happy and bowed repeatedly to express her gratitude.
"What's your name? Where are you from?" Zhang Jing asked.
"Haifa Vihara, Lebanese."
The first impression of Lebanon is that it is chaotic. Where are the opportunities to feed famous horses?
However, considering that Ah Mouhan, who had the most wars, owned the most powerful mansion in the world, Zhang Jing felt relieved again.
