At dawn, Haifa wore long rubber shoes and carried a bucket of prepared feed to feed the horses. From a distance, he saw the boss holding the big star's big head and mumbling to himself.
"Oss," Haifa's voice was very soft, "Did I disturb you?"
"No," Zhang Jing let go of the big star, looked at Haifa, who was already slim but still slim at the age of eighteen, and opened his hands, "Thank you, I didn't even come to watch your game in person."
Haifa put down the feed bucket and stepped forward to hug Zhang Jing gently, "It's okay, everyone and I know you are very busy."
As soon as the crowd broke up, Zhang Jing took out 2,000 yuan from his pocket and handed it out, "Take it to buy gifts."
"Barbie's manager has already given me the bonus," Barbie waved her hand, "No need to give me any more."...
The total bonus is 3.8 million yuan, and the jockeys share 5%. In other words, in addition to his weekly salary of 600 yuan, Haifa has also earned 190,000 yuan in bonus.
"Take it," Zhang Jing put the money into the girl's hand, "I'm sorry I don't even know what gift you like. Buy it for yourself."
Holding the money in his hand, Haifa began to shed tears, "If I hadn't met you, I might have been wandering outside or hanging out in the red light district. I am very grateful for the life I have now."
Haifa is a Lebanese refugee. The process of entering Citi was not easy. First he was smuggled to Morocco and then to Mexico. He was caught smuggling into Citi and was imprisoned in the Citi Border Refugee Center as an illegal immigrant. , one pass lasts four months.
The refugee center wanted to ask her for 15,000 yuan, but she really didn't have the money, so she was kept locked up until the refugee center determined that she really couldn't squeeze out the money, and then let her go.
After wandering for a while, she became skinny and skinny. When we first met, she entered the championship racecourse through a gap in the fence.
When Ding Jiaqi was at the farm, she cared about her and took care of her a lot, which deepened Haifa's feelings for the farm.
Touching the girl's head, Zhang Jing wiped away her tears, "I plan to let you go to school and let the horse racing go. I will let Barbie hire a jockey again."
"Ah?" Haifa was horrified, "Aren't you going to hire me?"
The girl shed more tears as she spoke, feeling very panicked.
"You can't race horses all your life," Zhang Jing explained. "Knowledge can fill your brain and make you wise, so you can learn to manage your own life; you are not just a machine that can ride horses and feed horses."
"I didn't understand." Haifa looked confused.
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand," Zhang Jing decided, "Just do this. Go to Barbie's manager at dawn and discuss which school to choose. Beverly is also fine. There are good high schools there. If you can't keep up with your grades, you'll have to spend the money. Pay for one-on-one personal training.”
"Oss, you must not let me go to school," Ruth slowly woke up from the recliner. "I have tried my best to graduate from veterinary school."
"I don't plan to let you go to school," Zhang Jing looked at Ruth. She was twenty-two years old. She had long legs, fair skin, blond hair and blue eyes, and her figure was getting hotter. "There are too many farm animals and pets."
"That's good," Ruth looked at the stack of green banknotes in Haifa's hand as she spoke, and said bluntly, "I want it too."
Finally touching Haifa's head, Zhang Jing took Ruth out of the stable, walked under the stars, and came to the central courtyard of the cowshed. He opened the rear door, pretended to take out 10,000 yuan from the car, and handed it to Lu. In front of Si, "This is your bonus."
"Why is it thicker than Haifa's?" Ruth asked confused.
The reason is simple. The trainers and jockeys get a share of the horse racing prize money, but the veterinarian gets nothing, so she is given 10,000 yuan, which is considered a six-month business trip allowance.
Zhang Jing didn't want to explain the reason, so he urged: "It's still early, go back and catch up on some sleep."
"Thank you, oss!" Ruth stepped forward to hug Zhang Jing, and then trotted away, jumping up and down with joy.
On the way back to the dormitory, Zhang Jing met old Dai Jin coming from nowhere and said hello: "Good morning, Mr. Dai Jin."
"Good morning, I saw that Mike added some equipment to the farm. It is very useful," Old Daijin chatted. "In fact, dogs are also very useful. It is best to buy some dogs and train them.
To continue. "
There are a few dogs on the farm. When Dai Jin joined, he brought eight sled dogs, and they bred six or seven litters, with an average of 5-6 dogs per litter. Because of concerns about inbreeding, most of them were given away.
Therefore, there are not many dogs on the farm, including Smarties, less than fifteen.
"Approximately how many more animals need to be added?" Zhang Jing asked.
"Twenty German shepherds," said Lao Daijin, "if you don't worry about them being too edible, forty is best."
When it comes to what the dogs eat, Zhang Jing is not worried at all. The farm has never bought dog food, not even a single grain.
There are two reservoirs on the farm, and there are many fish in them. The internal organs, scales and gills of the fish are caught and then smashed together with the washed beef offal and beef cattle to make minced meat, which is cooked to medium rare.
Then add amino acids, calcium tablets and other nutrients for horses to make dog food.
Even little bears, smart beans, and black beans eat this. Zhang Jing has also tasted it and it tastes good.
With a flash of thought in his mind, Zhang Jing decided, "Buy forty of them and let Barbie castrate them, otherwise the farm will be full of dogs over time."
Lao Daijin nodded, and before leaving, he suddenly asked: "Did you do that thing in Hondu/Las?"
"I don't mean anything else," Lao Daijin explained. "If so, we need to strengthen protection."
"That matter?" Zhang Jing asked, pretending not to understand.
"The Marquis destroyed the family."
"Ha!" Zhang Jing laughed, "You think too highly of me. I just have something else to tell you."
"Miss Charlene Amoya said that Milika is more suitable to become a boxing champion," Zhang Jing spread his hands, "I haven't told Milika about this yet, I don't know how to say it."
Milika initially weighed 260 kilograms, then lost weight to 230 kilograms, and now weighs 180 kilograms. Her whole body is covered with waistcoat lines. With her 1.9-meter tall man and a big golden braid, she looks very handsome, like she is in an enlarged version. The heroine of Tomb Raider is also like the female version of First Blood.
"Is this so?" Lao Daijin also felt strange. He could not see that his daughter had the potential to become a boxing champion.
"Not only that," Zhang Jing said with a headache, "she also said that Mattim and Zheng Bing are not suitable to become fighting athletes and that their future growth is limited. I don't know how to explain to them."
Lao Daijin sympathized with Zhang Jing for a second and chatted: "I have read information about Charlene Amoya on the Internet. Three generations of her family have been boxing athletes. She has three coaches. She herself has won various awards. You are soft-handed, I think the judgment is correct.”
"I also think she is right," Zhang Jing complained. "The question is how can I get three people to change their dreams? Besides, a rugby coach has been found and will enter the country as soon as next month."
"Milica, let me convince her, Zheng Bing and Mattim, you need to find a way on your own." Leaving these words, Lao Daijin passed Zhang Jing and left.
Zhang Jing stayed where he was, and someone else came towards him.
In the dim light of the morning, I couldn't see clearly until the other person came closer. It turned out to be Spanish teacher Willy Hernangomez, who was out for a morning jog with his son and daughter.
"Good morning oss." Willy Hernangomez greeted.
"Good morning, Mr. Willy," Zhang Jing looked at him. He was forty-five years old and looked more than fifty. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with a short beard, a thin face, and big, sunken eyes. "You and your family are on the farm. how are you?"
"Everything is fine," Willy said after hesitating for a second, "I just heard you and Mr. Daikin talking about Zheng Bing and Mattim."
"Yes," Zhang Jing felt that it was really troublesome to raise children. "Ms. Charlene said that they have a low upper limit for becoming combat athletes. I am having a headache about this matter. You must know that their ideal is to become excellent combat athletes."
"Why not send them to Spain's football youth academy to try out?"
"???"
"What are you talking about?" Zhang Jing asked confused.
"Ten years ago, I played for Barcelona," Willy Hernangomez said. "They might have talent for playing football."
Zhang Jing: "...."
