There are more and more people, not to mention a strong army, but at least we have a team.
Now all that's left is the trainer and the jockey.
Good horse trainers and jockeys will not condescend to be lowered. Unlike other jobs, their main income is bonus.
The horse trainer takes 10% of the racing prize money and 10% of the horse buying and selling transaction.
The Cavaliers not only receive a fixed salary, but also receive 5% of the game bonus.
In the current situation, if the soldiers are not strong and the horses are not strong, there will be no talented people willing to commit themselves to the championship racecourse.
Just when Zhang Jing was at a loss, Aigis, who was full of foreign style and walked with her head raised 45 degrees, came to the championship racecourse.
Aigis is wearing white flat sneakers, ripped jeans, and a pink long-sleeved sweater. She looks very innocent, which is very different from her previous mature style.
"I'm here to apologize," Aigis explained. "I didn't abandon you and Ding Jiaqi on Saturday."
"It's okay, is there something wrong?" Zhang Jing asked.
"Nothing special. The Champion Racecourse is newly opened. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Not sure why Aigis suddenly became polite, Zhang Jing said, "I need a horse trainer and a jockey."
"If you don't mind," Aigis said generously, "I will be the horse trainer, and as for the jockey...isn't that girl a jockey?"
Following Aigis' line of sight, Haifa was entering the stable carrying a bucket of iron.
Zhang Jing was surprised. Haifa was 1.6 meters tall and weighed 40 kilograms. It seemed like he could do it.
No, Zhang Jing looked at Aigis, "Are you a horse trainer? Are you kidding me?"
"If you don't believe me, ask Ding Jiaqi."
Aigis raised her snow-white neck, her blond hair rippling in the sun, looking extremely confident.
Zhang Jingzhen didn't believe it, so he called Ding Jiaqi.
"She is very talented and is indeed an excellent horse trainer," Ding Jiaqi reminded on the phone, "but she is too selfish. There must be another reason why she is willing to help."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jing looked at Aigis and asked, "What are your conditions?"
"There are no conditions. We are friends and we should help each other."
Zhang Jing handed over his doubts. He needed a horse trainer, no matter what Aigis's purpose was.
Aigis stretched out her hand and held it with Zhang Jing.
"What is your goal?" Aigis asked.
"The highest local honor is the Seattle Cup and I hope one of them can run into the final."
Zhang Jing bought two horses from the St. Buddha Racecourse. Aigis had read the horse information. It was very stressful for them to run in the Seattle Cup finals.
Taking a deep breath of cold air, Aigis nodded her head and decided to give it a try. She was a horse trainer. The pedigree of horse racing was important, and training was also important. She had the magic power to turn ordinary things into magic.
Otherwise, why should the horse trainer get 10% of the race prize money, and why should he get 10% of the horse racing transaction?
Her personality is lean, but her work attitude deserves recognition. Aigis started working immediately.
In a double blessing, the seriously ill bay-red quarter horse recovered and got back on its feet.
Because of its tenacity, Zhang Jing named the maroon Quarter Horse 'Can't Die'.
With nothing else to do, Zhang Jing drove to the small town of Baiyu, seven kilometers away.
Because of its remoteness, the town has only about 200 people, and only a few shops are open on the street.
Zhang Jing walked into the grocery store. There was very little food available for purchase here, only chicken, beef, eggs, and frozen seafood.
There are slightly more types of vegetables, which are sold on consignment by farmers, including potatoes, pumpkins, tomatoes, sweet potatoes, carrots, and corn.
"Hello," the shopkeeper with a red nose chatted with Zhang Jing, "Everyone calls me Lao Lei."
"Hello Mr. Lei, my name is Zhang Jing."
"The arrival of you and your companions has made the town more vibrant."
Zhang Jing Haha, just a few people can make a town more energetic?
"This Saturday and weekend, there will be a second-hand goods trading event in front of the police station in the town. You can come and participate together." Lao Lei invited.
The small town police station is next to the interstate, just nearby. Considering that the winery and horse farm do have a lot of second-hand furniture that needs to be disposed of, Zhang Jing nodded.
After loading the food into the back of the pickup truck, Zhang Jing walked into the third store next to the grocery store, a special store.
Data shows that there are approximately 14,000 McDonald's stores in Citigroup and 35,000 gun stores.
McDonald's can be found everywhere, and it seems natural that a small town has a gun store.
"Good afternoon, what weapons do you need?" The shop owner is Aunt Susan, about fifty people, a kind of greaser, whom I have met before.
"Good afternoon," Zhang Jing put his elbows on the counter and asked, "Why do more people like revolvers?"
"Cheap, practical, reliable, and compared to a magazine pistol, it will never jam."
“Can I buy a gun without a gun license?”
Zhang Jing already had the answer in his mind when he asked this question, definitely not.
Without thinking, the aunt directly slapped a form on the glass counter, "Fill out the application form for a gun license. If you only buy one gun, the gun license will take about ninety days;
If you buy three, it only takes sixty days;
If it's six guns, it can be thirty days, and I'll give you a call when the gun license arrives. "
Obviously, this is a strange woman with a way out. Zhang Jing asked, "What if I buy ten of them?"
The woman chuckled, "Is about twenty days fast enough?"
I have my green card and driver's license, so I fill out the form first and then buy the gun.
The silver revolver used by Ruth costs 525 yuan in a gun store.
The price of the civilian version of M1911 used by Ding Jiaqi is 1,250 yuan.
It's amazing that an entry-level rifle that can't fire continuously and has a reduced range only sells for more than 200.
I originally felt that the rice dollar was worthless because it was spent quickly, but I didn’t expect that the value of the rice dollar increased in the gun store.
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There is a reason why revolvers are liked by others. If you buy four of them, they will come with an additional sixty bullets.
Buy four M1911s and come with eight magazines.
Two castrated rifles and six additional magazines.
Ten firearms cost 7500 yuan, and the bullets were less than 7600 yuan, which was surprisingly cheap.
“Because you don’t have a gun license,” the aunt reminded, “if the gun is separated from the ammunition, it can only be placed in the trunk, not in the passenger seat, or in your hands. This is a legal requirement;
After returning home, the gun can only be used at home. The firearm cannot be taken out before receiving the gun permit. "
"Thanks for reminding."
"You're welcome."
The aunt looks greasy, but her business attitude is surprisingly good.
However, something unfortunate happened. Before Zhang Jing could leave, a police car drove over and two police officers got out.
Wearing a police uniform, a police hat, a pistol on his waist, a walkie-talkie on his chest, and a law enforcement camera.
"Is Mr. Zhang planning to start a civil war?"
The policeman who spoke was a tall and thin man, about 1.9 meters tall and weighing about 70 kilograms. He was none other than Joe Taylor.
Zhang Jingyi, what do you mean by this? Are you planning to frame him?
"This is a joke." Greasy Aunt reminded from the side.
Zhang Jing was hehehe, what the hell kind of joke is this!
Feeling unhappy, he smiled and replied, "If I'm going to start a civil war, it will be to defend freedom."
The founding slogan of Citigroup is freedom, and then there is the so-called Freedom Declaration.
Of course, 'freedom' has been proven to be a false proposition, otherwise Old Boy's tens of millions of fan accounts would not have been blocked.
This answer was approved by the tall and thin man, and he invited: "The annual second-hand goods fair will be held in front of the small town police station on Saturday and Sunday. You are welcome to attend."
"I will come."
Living in a place requires some social interaction.
After chatting for a while, Zhang Jing said goodbye and left, driving seven kilometers back to the racecourse.
Zhang Jing has not yet imagined that a new treasure hunt clue is on the way, this time it is a special item.
