When Zhang Jing mentioned the process of purchasing "Can't Die", his mood was so beautiful that he burst into tears, his expression pretending to be compassionate.
"It was seriously ill at the time and would have been sent to the slaughterhouse. Now this situation is very surprising to me."
"Kind rewarded."
Zhang Jing smiled politely.
"This must be Miss Ding," Meili looked at Ding Jiaqi, "Aigis told me about you, and you are indeed young and beautiful."
"Hello Mrs. Mei Li, thank you for the lunch party." Ding Jiaqi greeted politely.
"You're welcome," the old lady looked friendly, "I wish you good results in your horse racing."
He briefly chatted with Meili and went to greet other guests.
Then a handsome and stylish man in his sixties stood in front of Zhang Jing, "'Won't Die' looks great, are you going to sell it?"
Zhang Jing asked tentatively, "How much money do you plan to pay?"
"How about forty thousand dollars?"
"It can reach the finals, but it's far from worth 40,000." Zhang Jing retorted.
"No one can say what will happen after that."
Shaking his head and refusing, even if the old man offered 400,000 yuan, Zhang Jing would most likely not sell it. They were together during the day and slept together at night. The relationship was too deep.
"At two o'clock, someone has a lot of grievances against you." Ding Jiaqi reminded softly.
Zhang Jing turned his head and looked over. He was also an old man with a bald head and a fat head. He looked like he had a grudge.
"He's the owner of Chorton Racecourse."
Nayel came over and said hello, "I heard that you only bought it for three thousand yuan. This is a big mistake."
"The situation at that time was not considered a pick-up." Zhang Jing corrected, "A pick-up would not buy a sick horse back."
"This is God's reward for the kindhearted people." Jennifer admired Zhang Jing's caring nature.
Mentioning the 'good Samaritans', Nayel changed the subject and said: "Jennifer and I plan to form a horse racing club. The condition for joining is that we must make certain contributions to the cause of human justice."
Ding Jiaqi was about to say something, but Zhang Jing stopped him first, "Then I am definitely not qualified to join. I will only seize social resources and have nothing to do with justice."
"Mr. Zhang is so humble," said Jennifer, who has many freckles on her face. "If you are willing to save a sick horse, of course you will also be willing to help those in urgent need of help."
Zhang Jing was very conflicted in his heart. He hated donating money. Donating money would be better than spending money to treat the town residents to drinks. At least they sincerely cheered for "Unable to Die".
"Tomorrow at ten o'clock in the morning," Jennifer didn't know what Zhang Jing was thinking and thought he was being modest, so she formally sent out an invitation, "Welcome to the manor at 1042 84th Avenue."
"See you tomorrow morning," Ding Jiaqi promised on behalf of Zhang Jing, "We will come to your door on time to bother you."
After the buffet lunch ended, Zhang Jing and his girlfriend walked on the grass after leaving the racecourse restaurant, and asked Ding Jiaqi confusedly, "Why did you agree?"
"Brother Zhang," Ding Jiaqi explained, "the so-called 'just cause of mankind' is mostly sanctimonious. You will know if you go there tomorrow."
It was sunny and windy in the afternoon, with clear skies.
There are more tourists than in the morning, and the most interesting thing is the various women's hats, which are so colorful that they are sometimes even more beautiful than the horses themselves.
Observing horses and people are both interesting things.
At 2 o'clock in the afternoon, Haifa drove the General in the first round. The track was 3200 meters of grass.
The sprint speed is fast, and the general's endurance is even better, so Aigis arranged for him to run a long track.
Haifa stepped on the horse and kept his knees slightly bent. It was more like squatting on the horse's back than sitting on it.
As the electric gate opened, seven horses galloped out.
Horse racing is gender-neutral, and neither are riders.
Haifa was originally a horse nutritionist. Because of his young age and light weight, he became a champion racecourse jockey.
Amid the cheers, seven horses passed by in a flash, covering 3,200 meters and taking less than four minutes.
The general's performance was mediocre, he only finished fourth and did not advance directly.
It and Can't Die need to come to St. Buddha Racecourse next Saturday to compete with other unsuccessful horses for the last chance to qualify.
Even so, the residents of Whitefish Town were happy enough. After all four races were completed, the convoy returned home in great force.
Passing by a Walmart, Joe and the cheerleaders went in to buy party food and drinks.
The food is relatively simple, just two and a half slices of beef, weighing more than 700 kilograms.
Fast-selling wine is two liters per bottle, sixty bottles, seven yuan per bottle.
Forty proof whiskey, 500ml bottle, 60 bottles, 9 yuan per bottle.
Forty cases of beer and twenty cases of fruit drinks.
Ghost Claw energy drink, twenty boxes.
There are also steel cylinder gas tanks for outdoor barbecues, which cost 20 meters each, and you can get ten of them.
The party was held in the courtyard of the police station, and the oven, tables and chairs had been set up in advance.
When we returned to the town, we immediately entered the celebration mode. The carnival in the town continued until ten o'clock in the evening before gradually dissipating.
In the end, a pile of chicken feathers was left on the ground.
Di Long, Haifa, Milika, Ding Jiaqi, Qu Xiaoqing, and seven non-drinking women stayed to clean up.
It's hard work.
After cleaning up, Ding Jiaqi divided the remaining drinks and food equally between Dillon, Haifa, Milika, and the other seven people and took them back to the dormitory and home.
"Milica, has Mr. Dakin called you recently?"
Returning to the racecourse, at the door of the dormitory, Ding Jiaqi asked in a soft and caring voice.
Because Milica suffers from depression, everyone usually cares about her. Even Barbie, who speaks the loudest, is particularly gentle to her.
In the dark night, amid the barking of a group of dogs, Milica shook her head, "No, I don't know where he is now."
"It's okay," Ding Jiaqi comforted her, "If you want to go out for fun or need anything, just tell me."
"Thank you. I'm fine at the racecourse. I don't need anything."
Ding Jiaqi nodded and sat back in the car. In the back seat was her drunken boyfriend.
Qu Xiaoqing was sitting in the passenger seat and complained, "Sooner or later, your man will drink himself to death."
"'Can't Die' performed very well today, and Brother Zhang is happy."
"Brother Zhang from the left, Brother Zhang from the right. Didn't you say before that you won't marry anyone who is not in 985 or a world-famous school?"
"What should I do if fate strikes?" Ding Jiaqi drove along the cement road inside the racecourse, chatting while driving, "I'm afraid of regretting if I stick to my demands."
"Zhang Jing has an ex-girlfriend, how is she doing now?"
"How would I know?"
Qu Xiaoqing encouraged, "While he is asleep, check his phone."
"It's wrong of you to do this," Ding Jiaqi said seriously, "You can watch it if you want, and don't have anything to do with me."
When the car stopped at the door of the stable, Zhang Jing was put back on the stable floor to rest.
Qu Xiaoqing didn't look like he was looking at someone else's phone for the first time. He skillfully picked up Zhang Jing's finger to unlock the password, and then browsed it freely.
"Qu Xiaoqing, how can you check other people's mobile phones? This is impolite and immoral behavior."
Ding Jiaqi was criticizing her bestie softly beside her, feeling anxious like an ant in a hot pot. She was also very curious, but too embarrassed to look directly.
Qu Xiaoqing had no worries and went straight to Facebook first, but didn't find what he was looking for.
Then I clicked on VX and flipped through it, but nothing happened.
Just when she was about to quit VX, as if God was joking, Sun Ting, the owner of the backpacker hotel, sent a message and a picture.
Qu Xiaoqing's heart skipped a beat, and she didn't dare to show any unnecessary expressions. She first forwarded the picture to herself, and then deleted the message.
"What's wrong?" Ding Jiaqi asked concernedly.
"It's nothing," Qu Xiaoqing pressed the lock screen button, "Zhang Jing is quite reliable, there are no ambiguous chat records, it's very clean, like a blank piece of paper."
Ding Jiaqi felt relieved.
Qu Xiaoqing was restless and felt like the sky was falling.
