After finishing his busy work, Zhang Jing returned to the side of the field and stood with the town residents, quietly waiting for the game to start.
At this time, a white Chinese man wearing a gray suit and walking swaying came to Zhang Jing.
"Hello Mr. Zhang, my name is Jeffrey, an employee of the Seattle branch of Peck National Gaming Corporation."
"Hello." Zhang Jing greeted politely.
As if chatting, Jeffrey asked in a relaxed tone, "There are many people who are optimistic about the first place of 'Undying' and 'General', what do you think?"
"I believe it too." Zhang Jing said with certainty.
"Don't you think the probability of horse racing No. 25 being first is higher?"
Zhang Jing looked at the direction of the switch while chatting with Jeffrey, "What do you want to say?"
"Someone paid a lot of money for two of your horses to finish first in two events, and Peck National was concerned that someone was cheating."
Zhang Jing reminded: "Before the horse race starts, all horses will undergo drug testing. Without the situation you mentioned, do you suspect that Ms. Jennifer will deliberately underperform?"
"That's not true." Jeffrey quickly denied, "I just don't understand. No. 25 obviously looks stronger."
The competition was about to begin. Zhang Jing didn't want to talk nonsense with Jeffrey. He didn't cheat at all. He relied on his strength. He held his breath and concentrated, quietly paying attention to the direction of the switch.
At the same time, countless pairs of eyes are watching the direction of the switch, and countless lenses are watching the direction of the switch.
In two arenas, after three rounds of qualifying, nine powerful horses were selected to present a visual feast to everyone.
The arena was silent, a whistle suddenly sounded, and nine horses galloped out.
Zhang Jing stared at the immortal jockey Andy, clenching his fists tightly, his heart forgetting to beat, and his mouth and nose forgetting to breathe.
The ground shook more and more intensely, and the horse flashed past ten meters away.
"No. 25 is temporarily in the lead," the commentary echoed over the racecourse. "No. 19 secretary is half a length behind the leader. No. 7 cannot die and is temporarily ranked fourth..."
Everyone was very nervous, and the huge arena was completely silent except for the commentators.
"No. 25 continues to lead,"
At this time, the commentator suddenly became excited, "No. 7 couldn't die and started accelerating. Oh! Micah, it actually forced its way out of the way of No. 35, who was in third place. This is very dangerous! No. 35 was squeezed to the outermost track! "
"Secretary No. 19 was overtaken, and there are still 200 meters on the track," the commentator was excited. "It is still accelerating. It is overtaking No. 25. The time has come to witness history!"
Two hundred meters only takes a little over ten seconds, and the commentator speaks very quickly, telling him that the finish line will be the slower one.
"No. 25 and No. 7 advance together, the end point, the end point! They break through the finish line together!"
No commentary was needed to remind everyone. Everyone had seen it on the big screen. Only a small group of people cheered, and the vast majority of the audience was silent. They were waiting for the result.
There is only one 'first' and the referee is analyzing the HD camera.
Soon, in just two minutes, the results came out. 'Budie' won with a slight advantage of 5 centimeters and won the Seattle Cup 1600 dirt race championship.
When the results were announced, the Whitefish Town cheering team instantly burst into loud cheers.
Tourists also applauded 'Can't Die'.
There are also some people who are silent, no need to guess, they must have lost money.
Countless congratulations reached Zhang Jing's ears. Regardless of other things, the direct bonus was 1.5 million yuan.
I ran so many games before, and the prize money was either 5,000 or 10,000.
1.5 million yuan is different, it is a lot of money!
Then came the award ceremony, with flowers, horses, jockeys, trainers, owners and organizers taking photos.
Then came the reporter interviews.
"Mr. Zhang," a male reporter with glasses squeezed forward and asked: "'Can't Die' beat the No. 25 horse race worth more than 1.7 million yuan. Does this mean that 'Can't Die' is also worth more than 1.7 million yuan?" Woolen cloth?"
"No," Zhang Jing denied, "'Can't Die' is very lucky to win the championship this time."
"Mr. Zhang," a thin white female reporter interjected and asked, "I heard that 'Can't Die' was a sick horse you bought from the Denton Racecourse, right? It was about to be sent to the slaughterhouse at that time."
"This is true," Zhang Jing introduced. "At that time, I didn't expect it to be what it is today. I just wanted to buy it back and take care of it."
"After this competition, are you considering selling 'Can't Die'?" another reporter asked.
"No," Zhang Jing replied quickly, "it will never be traded. I love it like a girlfriend."
"Mr. Zhang, are you confident about another game?"
"Mr. Zhang...."
Zhang Jing did not evade and answered as many questions as possible.
At this time, Nayel and Jennifer came over. Jennifer was still wearing a knight uniform.
"Congratulations." Nayel extended his hand to Zhang Jing, "'Can't Die' is great."
"Thank you, the 25th is great too."
"Congratulations," Jennifer also extended her hand forward, "Before the competition, I thought the first place would be mine."
Zhang Jing couldn't answer this, so he stretched out his hand and held it with her.
"Mr. Nayel, Ms. Jennifer," a reporter asked, "The defeat on the 25th surprised everyone. Do you have anything to say?"
"'Can't Die' is a good horse," Jennifer introduced. "It has a good trainer, Miss Aigis, who is very talented;
And Andy the jockey, he's a good jockey. "
Zhang Jing excused himself to answer the phone to get rid of reporters.
"BOSS, congratulations." Barbie called from Xiangjiang.
Zhang Jing is in a good mood, and the odds of first place being 'can't die' are 1:1.7.
Seventy percent of fifty million is a full thirty-five million.
After calming down his excitement, Zhang Jing warned: "Don't stop the silver acquisition, complete the task, and come back as soon as possible."
Noticing the two beauties approaching, Zhang Jing took the initiative to hang up the phone.
Zhou Mansha's eyes were bright, she walked up to Zhang Jing and congratulated: "Congratulations, 'I can't die' is great."
"Congratulations." Liang Jieshu also expressed her congratulations to Zhang Jing.
"Thank you," Zhang Jing said politely, "This was an accident, just a slight advantage."
For the happiness of her friend Zhou Mansha, Liang Jieshu extended an invitation to Zhang Jing, "I will hold a small party at home tomorrow with only two or three friends. Do you have time to come?"
Looking at Liang Jieshu, she has fair skin, a tall figure, big eyes, and a delicate face. Even if she is wearing jeans, she still has a Republican style and looks very elegant.
Love at first sight.
However, Zhang Jing doesn't have time tomorrow. He has to see Wen Li tomorrow morning and then go to collect the house. He shakes his head and politely refuses.
Because Barbie went to Xiangjiang, the money had already been sent to the seller and the transfer had been completed, but the house in Manor 1049 had not yet been handed over.
Liang Jieshu glanced at her friend quietly, her meaning was obvious, "I have tried my best." '
Zhou Mansha didn't give up, "The day after tomorrow will do."
Embarrassed to refuse the second time, Zhang Jing agreed.
Coincidentally, Liang Jieshu lived not far from the house where Zhang Xinjing planned to leave Di Lin to study and find the raw materials for targeted drugs.
