Then find an agent to apply for a visa.
In order to have a longer validity period and save unnecessary trouble, the agency recommended Zhang Jing to apply for an M-1 visa.
It sounds like high school is a vocational training visa, usually at Pheasant University, technical college, etc. The tuition is extremely expensive.
It took time to wait for the interview, so Zhang Jing took advantage of the opportunity to earn 4 million from selling the car and 6 million from deleting the video to sign. The total of 10 million was converted into Xiangjiang coins, which can be used after going out.
More than half a month later, I received the interview notice and took a taxi from the Leather City to the Magic City.
After a night's rest, we arrived near Dihua South Road the next morning. The specific address was No. 1469.
After waiting in line for about an hour, Zhang Jing met the interviewer with the information prepared by the agency in his hand.
"Married?"
The person who asked the question was a white female visa interviewer. She was plump, in her forties or fifties, and smelled of strong perfume.
"No." Zhang Jing replied.
"Do you have a job? How much is your monthly salary?"
Zhang Jing pushed the deposit certificate in front of the visa interviewer.
The woman's brows were twitching, and the number was eye-catching. Although it started with three characters, it had as many as eight digits.
"I have sufficient savings, but my passport has no record of traveling abroad. Can you explain why?"
"Europe is a museum, and Tu'ao is a large rural area. Where is it worth going?"
"Then why do you want to go to Citi Country?" the interviewer asked with a hint of sarcasm.
Zhang Jing retorted, "I want to see the beautiful scenery."
The old woman's eyes widened angrily and she muttered, thinking she was being refused a visa, but she was approved on the spot. The meaning was very obvious, and Zhang Jing was told that seeing is believing.
After walking out of the embassy, Zhang Jing called Ding Jiaqi.
"I just came out of the embassy and passed the visa interview. When will you interview me?"
"Brother Zhang," Ding Jiaqi sounded tired, "I have arrived in Seattle and I am getting jet-lagged."
Zhang Jing blinked. He used his money power and found a powerful intermediary. Why did he fall behind Ding Jiaqi?
After hanging up the phone, a well-dressed fat man in his twenties came up to chat with him. He raised his thumb and said, "Brother, you are so awesome. You beat the interviewer so badly, and yet you still passed. That's awesome!"
Zhang Jing chuckled, "It's just my feelings. Whether I go to Citi Country or not is irrelevant to me."
"Fearless, so fearless." A powerful-looking girl in a white shirt and neutral attire came up to chat, "Hello, you two, my name is Li Ye (the third sound of ye)."
"My name is Kangxi." Fatty introduced, "I have the same name as the emperor of the Qing Dynasty."
"My name is Zhang Jing."
"Add WeChat," Li Ye suggested. "We are strangers in a foreign land, so we can help each other."
Zhang Jing took out his mobile phone to add each other as friends.
Alone, with everything in his bag, Zhang Jing said goodbye to the two of them, and went straight to the airport, where he bought a direct ticket to Seattle-Tacoma International Airport on the spot.
Delta Air Lines, economy class, the price is 12,000 RMB.
After waiting for four hours and getting on the Boeing 737 MAXI, which had been restricted from flying by many countries, I felt a little uneasy.
'You won't fall, will you? Zhang Jing sat in his seat and thought wildly, "I heard that there is a higher probability of an accident during takeoff?" '
"Don't worry," the old lady with silver hair and a kind face sitting next to him comforted Zhang Jing, "The chance of it falling is less than one in ten thousand."
A stiff fake smile appeared on Zhang Jing's face.
The probability of winning 5 million in the lottery is one in 17.72 million. In this case, people often win hundreds of millions.
According to this ratio, the probability of one in ten thousand is extremely high! Extremely high! Extremely high!
In his heart, Zhang Jing was ready to crash.
The result was a quick slap in the face. It turned out that the probability of one in 10,000 was very low. Zhang Jing did not encounter a bad situation.
Time passed in boredom and waiting. About two hours later, the beautiful flight attendant who must have been beautiful when she was young began to distribute dinner.
"Sir, chicken rice or beef noodles?"
The aunt spoke naturally in English, her tone was stiff and robotic, without any unnecessary attitude, and she seemed cold-hearted.
Considering that he was very tired from work, Zhang Jing casually said, "chicken."
A box of chicken rice was handed over, followed by a glass of juice and a piece of individually wrapped bread.
Opening the small table, Zhang Jing discovered that the space between the front seats, the back seats, and the left and right seats was pitifully small, and the seats were so short that it made people want to stand up.
Fortunately, there is a quiet old lady on the left, and there should be an international student on the right. It would be very uncomfortable if there were fat people or children next to me.
The space is not as good as ordinary high-speed rail rides.
For a moment, the cabin was filled with the sound of chewing and the smell of food.
The taste is similar to that of takeout fast food. It is served with a piece of chicken breast, two pieces of broccoli, a little shredded cold cabbage, three or four grapes, and two or three slices of kiwi fruit.
I can't say it's good or bad, but it tastes good when I'm hungry.
The juice made Zhang Jing's eyes light up and his teeth were so cold that he pulled out his teeth.
Noticing that the old lady was frowning at the food, Zhang Jing placed two pieces of rice cakes bought from Leather City in front of the old lady.
"Thank you," the old lady accepted, complaining, "I really can't eat the fast food they provide."
Zhang Jing just smiled, thinking that the old lady had many problems. The chicken was obviously chewy and the juice was ice cold enough.
"Are you planning to stay in Citi Country and work illegally?" After dinner, the old lady took the initiative to strike up a conversation and asked Zhang Jing.
"Why do you ask?"
"This is obvious." The old lady seemed to have a pair of detective eyes. "You don't look like you are traveling abroad. You can tell from your skin color."
After two years of treasure hunting in the wild, my skin was deeply tanned by the sun.
"What about you?" Zhang Jing asked, "You don't look like you are traveling."
"My age does not allow me to travel. I want to find someone. I have to go out."
"Find someone?"
"My favorite grandson, he has been missing for five years."
This is a sad story, Zhang Jing stopped the topic in time.
It had been quiet for less than two hours. The plane was so boring that the old lady curiously asked Zhang Jing, "You haven't answered me yet. Are you planning to stay in Citi Country and work illegally?"
"No, the agency applied for me an M1 visa, which allows me to work legally."
"What do you do, carpenter? Bricklayer?"
"Professional treasure hunter."
Surprised, the old lady turned sideways and looked at Zhang Jing, "Maybe you can help me."
"Help you find your grandson?" Zhang Jing asked.
The old lady nodded.
"No," Zhang Jing refused, "There are differences between people and things."
"He is dead and his body cannot be found. If you can find it, you will get some considerable rewards."
"Do you have an approximate range?" Zhang Jing asked.
"It should be in the lake."
"Do you have any last photos?"
"There is a video."
The old lady had a video on her phone. The scene was a small dock with a yacht more than 20 meters long parked next to it.
A handsome young man, shirtless, wearing white shorts and flip-flops, passed by the camera while hugging two cool-dressed blond girls.
He didn't plan to bother at first, but when he saw the young man wearing a nose ring, Zhang Jing decided to give it a try.
