Finally, Zhang Jing got into the sports car.
Taking advantage of the free time in the afternoon, he decided to change his driver's license and buy another car. Taking a taxi was not an option.
Fortunately, Citigroup recognizes Longguo driver's license, so you just have to go through the formalities.
Qu Xiaoqing just had some free time and asked her to be his driver.
In the evening, Qu Xiaoqing returned to the rental apartment building with a tired body and a tired look.
Ding Jiaqi was cleaning. She looked at her friend and asked curiously, "What are you busy with this afternoon?"
"I was almost killed by Zhang Jing."
Qu Xiaoqing opened the refrigerator weakly, took out a bottle of water, and drank half of the bottle.
"Are you guys together this afternoon?" Ding Jiaqi asked in an uncertain tone.
Qu Xiaoqing nodded, "I wanted to test his character, but it turned out that his character is really not good!"
Ding Jiaqi had a ball of black thread, "How did you test it?"
"I wanted to seduce him, but I didn't expect him to treat me as a driver. He spent the entire afternoon without saying anything, or inviting me to eat or drink. There is such a person!"
Qu Xiaoqing's face turned red with anger.
"What are you talking about?"
"I just want to test for you whether unrequited love is worth it."
"Don't talk nonsense, it's nothing."
Qu Xiaoqing's expression turned serious and he advised again: "Don't get too involved in the drama, you are not suitable."
Zhang Jing didn't know the content of the chat between Qu Xiaoqing and Ding Jiaqi. Wen Li called in the evening, and he hurried to Manor 1032 again.
"How's it going today?"
Wen Li sat at the dining table, and Zhang Jing stood beside him, looking at the table of food, feeling shocked.
Are those bits and pieces of caviar?
Are the pieces black matsutake?
Remy Martin is a mouthwash?
With a lot of ideas in his mind, Zhang Jing replied, "I have money in my pocket and live a good life."
"Do you have money in your pocket?" Wen Li chuckled, "Is it more than 32 million RMB?"
Zhang Jing was startled and subconsciously suspected that his bank card was lost and the secret code was stolen.
Wen Li spoke neither too fast nor too slowly, "Meteorite is sold for 25.4 million RMB, 10% is other people's commission;
Opening cargo boxes at Donglun Port to pick up bulletproof cars that leaked, the profit after tax was 4 million, and he received extortion compensation of 6 million, for a total of 32.7 million. "
"Old lady, I'm a little scared."
Zhang Jing's liver and legs were trembling. He had previously suspected that Wen Li was a certain treasure, a certain dog, or an anonymous shareholder of a certain industry, but now it seems that he is even more awesome!
"Sit down," Wen Li invited slowly, "and eat."
"You'd better speak clearly first," Zhang Jing was timid, "otherwise I really wouldn't dare."
"Is it normal that you found my grandson's skeleton as soon as you arrived and investigated your past?"
Zhang Jing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He was upright and not afraid of the shadow, so he sat down on Wen Li's right hand.
The servant handed over plates, cutlery, chopsticks, and wine glasses.
With permission, Zhang Jing took a spoonful of fish eggs.
The particles look plump and smooth, and the color is transparent and clear.
It smells like a light fragrance.
When he put it into his mouth, it was chewy, chewy, and rich in texture. It was definitely the best food he had ever tasted so far, bar none.
"This is a fish egg from an 80-year-old white sturgeon in the Caspian Sea. It's best to drink champagne." Wen Li chatted in a relaxed tone.
The waiter held a bottle of champagne wrapped in gold and poured a third of the glass for Zhang Jing. The wine looked like it had fine bubbles and an attractive color.
"How much did I just eat in one bite?" Zhang Jing asked cautiously.
"It doesn't matter the price of the food. If you like it, just eat more."
Wen Li said this, Zhang Jing couldn't be so rude, just ordered it and took a sip.
"I heard you reported to the State Technical College today, right?"
"I thought it was a pheasant university, where you don't have to attend classes and just copy answers for exams, but I didn't expect that it was completely the other way around."
Wen Li chuckled, "Sounds fun. Have you met a beautiful girl?"
Zhang Jing nodded, Ruth was indeed a pretty girl.
"Did you take her into the bathroom?"
"Why the bathroom?" Zhang Jing asked unclearly.
"Convenient, fast, exciting and highly enjoyable."
Zhang Jing didn't know what to say. Is it bad people who grow old, or old people who learn to be bad?
"I'm afraid of getting AIDS," Duan said.
"Hey~" Wen Li said disdainfully, "It's just a small probability event."
Guessing that the old lady had other things to do, after dinner, there was indeed a show.
Following Wen Li, Zhang Jing came to the door of a secret room-type study hidden between the first and second floors.
"Go in and take a look as you like." Wen Li said in a nonchalant tone.
"What are you looking at?"
"Casual look."
"I get a headache from reading." Zhang Jing refused.
"Ten thousand yuan, as long as you stay in there for half an hour."
Zhang Jing is the kind of person who is quick to see money, so he said doggedly: "I'll go in right now."
Stepping into the study, the area is about fifty square meters, similar to the decoration style of the medieval vampire period.
It looks old, but the things used are all good, such as oak flooring, nanmu desk, mahogany bookshelf, solid gold globe, and even the ink and white paper are the best.
Continuing to look around, there are some picture frames hanging on the wall of the study room, and there are many old photos in them.
Looking at the annotation, the earliest photo is from 1842, and the owner’s name is Zhang Luo (1785-1855).
The black-and-white photo is very mottled and faded. It can be vaguely seen that the other person is a soldier, with sharp eyes and neat military uniforms.
There are five names in front of Zhang Luo's photo. The first one is Zhang Bixian (1656-1690), Zhang Wangting (1675-1735), Zhang Huiyuan (1701-1772), Zhang Qiyi (1728-1785), and Zhang Wensheng (1755-1831).
It is obvious that these are the names of generations of descendants of a family.
There are no photos in front of Zhang Luo, probably because of the time when the camera was invented.
Interestingly, after Zhang Luo, the heirs of this family were no longer named Zhang, followed by Xu Huang (1835-1895), Xu Hongzuo (1875-1945), Xu Tongmao (1915-1983), Xu Sike (1935-2015), Xu Lin ( 1997-2017).
Xu Lin was the last one and died five years ago.
No need to guess, Xu Lin must be Wen Li's grandson.
Zhang Jing looked back at Wen Li, who was standing at the door, and asked doubtfully, "This doesn't look like an ancestral hall."
"This is the study room." Wen Li said firmly.
"Why don't you come in?"
"The rules don't allow me in."
"It's okay," Zhang Jing advised, "Come in, I won't tell anyone else."
Wen Li remained silent.
Zhang Jing's heart went crazy, "Old lady, you're not going to use me as a sacrifice, are you?"
"No," Wen Li denied, "On the contrary, I plan to let you hang it on the wall in the future."
"You scared me." Zhang Jing's legs trembled.
"My favorite grandson is dead." Wen Li seemed much older. "You and Xu Lin are the same age. It may be God's will that you found his bones."
"What does it mean to hang it on the wall in the future?" Zhang Jing asked.
"You will own everything in this study, including the photos on the wall and the manuscripts on the bookshelf, and you will have the responsibility to pass it on."
"What's the point of doing this?" Zhang Jing asked.
"I don't know either."
"I disagree."
Zhang Jing refused. He is a treasure hunter who loves money and hates taking responsibility.
As if trying to stop Zhang Jing, under the dim light of the corridor, Wen Li said slowly, "As long as I live, I will help you to the best of my ability;
If you give up your responsibility after I die, the consequences will be disastrous. "
Zhang Jing said with a hint of ridicule, "At your age, how much more can you do?"
Being looked down upon by Zhang Jing, Wen Li slowly took out her cell phone to make a call, speaking slowly and in a strong voice.
"Hang Palmer in his home, including his dog."
