"Wang~"
Sensing that its owner was in a bad mood, the little yellow dog that Zhang Jing named "Smart Bean" barked.
"Your barking is unpleasant." Zhang Jing was in a bad mood, even the dog was angry.
"Wang~"
"What?" Zhang Jing seemed to be able to understand Smarties barking, "Are you going to tell the mistress? I will never give you a chance. Believe it or not, you will have dog meat hotpot tonight?"
Katie made rude remarks. Ding Jiaqi cannot let Ding Jiaqi know about this, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
Smarties was a little timid, with his tail between his legs and his head lowered with a groan.
"Haha~" Horse trainer Aigis stepped on her riding boots and walked in with a smile, "There is an event tonight. Bring your dog and come with you?"
"Why bring the dog?"
"There are always some people who are particularly leisurely and have unique hobbies. They like to play dog racing. Maybe they can make new friends because of dogs."
There’s no money to go to Florida to salvage statues, and it’s too cold to touch gold in Alaska.
Because of the illegal possession of an automatic rifle, Zhang Jing had to wait for the court appearance. Since he had nothing else to do, he simply agreed to Aigis and follow her to St. Buddha's Racecourse.
St. Buddha Racecourse is a large racecourse with an area of more than one thousand acres. It has extraordinary strength and does a variety of businesses, including leasing venues to external parties.
When Zhang Jing and Aigis arrived, a group of young men gathered together to discuss the competition. Various hard-core luxury cars they drove were parked nearby.
He was followed almost all by 'Howling Sky Dogs', the kind of racing dogs with thin legs, thin waists and streamlined bodies.
Most of them are accompanied by girls, so no need to guess, a lot of sexy things will happen at night.
"Good evening, Miss Aigis."
"Good evening Mr. Jack."
"Good evening, Miss Aigis."
"Good evening Mr. Ford, welcome to St. Buddha's Racecourse."
Like a socialite, almost everyone knows Aigis.
"I have a new friend today," Aigis introduced to everyone, "Mr. Zhang Jing, he is the owner of the Rose Wine Manor and the Champion Racecourse, and he is also my employer."
Everyone looked at Zhang Jing and gave him a polite fake smile.
As for Smarties, they were ignored by everyone. They had never seen a purebred Chinese garden dog and didn't recognize him.
Not only the owner is like this, but even Rhubarb's fellow species also disdain it.
This not only made Zhang Jing unhappy, but Smarty Dou was even more upset. It was a purebred pastoral dog that had a special chance.
The truth is that it is very helpless. Smart Dou is only three months old and is destined to just watch and not be able to outrun a professional racing dog.
"Old rules," Aigis stood in front of everyone, "Each person pays one thousand for each race, and the winner takes all the prize money for the 2,000-meter race."
With ease, someone came over to distribute numbered dog clothes, and at the same time took away a thousand checks or a thousand cash from each dog owner.
If you want to make money in this situation, unless you finish first, there will be no bonuses for other rankings.
Then again, there is not much money for running first, not to mention that the track is two thousand meters long. Running more times is like taking a dog's life instead of destiny.
It's mainly a group of young men who are bored and looking for a reason to get together for entertainment.
Before the start of the race, all greyhounds stand in a row, the leashes are removed, and the dog owners hold them down.
The decoy electronic rabbit started running, and as the whistle fell, everyone let go of the greyhound at the same time.
They move like rabbits, and racing dogs of all colors come out.
Two kilometers may seem like a long time, but for greyhound racing, the first place only took 2 minutes and 28 seconds.
It is smart and full of yearning, and it also longs to race. Unfortunately, its legs are too short and its age is too young, so its various abilities do not allow it.
At this time, a young white man about thirty years old approached and said hello, "Hello, your dog looks very special."
Zhang Jing thought it was a courtesy and responded casually, "It is indeed special."
"My name is Ryan, do you need a dog trainer?" Ryan introduced himself, "I train more than three hundred racing dogs and hunting dogs."
"Oh~" Zhang Jing was interested, "How much is the approximate cost?"
"Two hours of door-to-door training every day, 50 meters per hour." Ryan said.
Zhang Jing looked at Smart Dou. Its meat was not even worth fifty meters, but it was a golden finger reward and had a special opportunity as a pastoral dog.
In this way, spending some training costs is completely worth it.
With a decision in his mind, Zhang Jing said: "It is not good at racing. It is good at finding things. I need to train it into a combination of a hunting dog and a police dog."
"This is what I'm good at."
Cooperation reached, the two reached out and held each other's hands.
....
In the blink of an eye, it was time to appear in court. Faced with the aggressive accusations made by the public, Zhang Jing insisted that the gun was picked up.
Shen Mingming stood side by side with him in the dock and tried his best to defend.
"I believe this is God's will," Shen Mingming, wearing a suit and leather tie, with shiny hair, said righteously, "It is God protecting Mr. Zhang. Without the three automatic rifles, Mr. Zhang might have been killed."
"What does this have to do with God?" The judge felt that he was short of brains.
“Your Honor, gentlemen and ladies of the jury,” Shen Mingming stated, “Mr. Zhang has helped many poor people;
They include African-American veterans, students in debt, a helpless father and daughter, a girl pursuing her tennis dream, and a poor refugee who weighs only 40 kilograms;
He even spent 3,000 yuan to buy a sick horse that was about to be sent to the slaughterhouse and take care of it. "
The defense of a barrister sounds a bit retarded and stupid. Litigation has nothing to do with good intentions.
Generally speaking, as long as you are guilty, even if you have raised a hundred orphans or are currently raising a hundred orphans, you will go to jail.
The actual reason is that unlike the situation in Dragon Kingdom, there is a jury in the court, also called a temporary citizen trial.
Juries are divided into different sizes. The grand jury is only applicable to criminal cases and consists of 23 people. Its main responsibility is to decide whether to indict the defendant.
Petit juries generally consist of 6-12 people, and are mainly used in civil lawsuits to decide whether the defendant should pay compensation.
Juries sit in groups for one case and usually last for four weeks.
Members come from all walks of life, age and skin color.
Two straightforward points: First, the jury determines whether the defendant’s criminal facts are established (the greatest right).
Second, the judge convicts and punishes the person based on the criminal facts determined by the jury.
Theoretically, as long as the defendant is miserable enough or the defendant's lawyer can impress people's hearts enough, he will not need to go to jail or pay compensation.
Sometimes the jury is involved when a murderer is acquitted.
For example, the famous Simpson murder case.
Why was Simpson finally able to escape legal punishment despite sufficient evidence?
He was acquitted of two counts of first-degree murder in the stabbing deaths of his ex-wife and her boyfriend.
Mainly because Simpson's lawyer convinced the jury that Simpson was not the murderer because Simpson could not wear the gloves used in the murder.
Although it was obvious that Simpson killed his wife, the jury unanimously blinded himself and concluded that the facts of the crime could not be determined, so the judge could only acquit him.
The real reason is very simple. All 23 people on the jury sympathized with Simpson. He was so pitiful. He was an honest man who was forced to kill his wife and others. He was innocent.
Therefore, 23 people unanimously concluded that Simpson was not guilty on the grounds that "Simpson could not wear the pair of gloves used in the murder."
In fact, everyone knows that Simpson killed the person.
That's why Shen Mingming seemed stupid and actually brought God out.
As long as the jury finds Zhang Jing not guilty, he can go home without having to pay any compensation.
