Zhang Jing was surprised when he looked at the white-headed old man who had photographed the winery with him last Saturday.
"What's up?"
"I saw on the Internet that you were recruiting winemakers," the thin old man said. "It said a weekly salary of 800. Do you want to miss a zero?"
Gui Shao wrote a zero. Zhang Jing sat in the cab without getting out of the car and denied, "It's 800, that's right."
The little old man retorted, "General winemakers not only receive high salaries, but also receive dividends from the winery. How can it be possible that they only have a weekly salary of 800?"
"Rosé Winery can only give the winemaker a weekly salary of 800 meters." Zhang Jingtai was determined.
"What do you think a winemaker earning 800 a week can produce?"
Zhang Jing knew that the 800 weekly salary was against common sense, and the real reason could not be known to outsiders. The little old man in front of him was quite rich, and his circle of friends should be very wide, so he could not let him know the reason.
With a lot of ideas in his mind, Zhang Jing was miserable. "All the money was used to buy a winery. I didn't have money to hire a high-paying winemaker, so I hoped to find a good intern."
"You're naive."
Zhang Jing shrugged and motioned to the old man to get out of the way.
Unexpectedly, the old man put his hand on the cab door to prevent him from leaving. Zhang Jing almost drove him down while driving.
"You want to touch porcelain!" Zhang Jing jumped out of the car and asked.
"I have a granddaughter who is working as a waiter in a restaurant. Can you give her a chance?"
Zhang Jing's jaw dropped. He wanted to pick up the winemaker professional intern, hoping that no poison would be brewed. Although he thought that the old man would be more awesome, he directly introduced the waiter to him as the winemaker.
"Does she have Citizen citizenship?" Zhang Jing asked.
The thin old man nodded.
"Can she make wine?"
"Taught myself for a while."
After getting the information he wanted, Zhang Jing made a backhand move and said: "The first year's weekly salary is 600, the second year's weekly salary is 700, and we will discuss it in the third year."
"I can afford to buy a winery," the old man said sarcastically, "but he drives a broken pickup truck and his salary is too low. He is really a money-loving guy."
Zhang Jing was unhappy, as the money was not brought by the strong wind, so he retorted, "You are so rich, why don't you buy your own winery and let your granddaughter practice and play?"
The little old man was very upset by Zhang Jing, but he was asking for help. He softened his tone and said: "She will come at two o'clock in the afternoon."
Zhang Jing did not give in, but solved another recruitment problem.
Send the little old man away.
Then, a black Chevrolet SUV.
A black SUV that looks like a Mercedes-Benz G but has the double B letter Peugeot.
A blue box-type heavy truck that looked brand new, three vehicles lined up and drove over.
Li Xing, Wen Li's assistant, got out of the Chevrolet and pointed at the truck: "That bookstore is in the cargo box."
Then he pointed at the Peugeot SUV with double B letters and said, "Brabus, this is a housewarming gift from the old lady."
Zhang Jing's brows twitched, always feeling that Wen Li was not serious.
I asked him before if he brought women into the bathroom, and now he sent him a hard-core car that looked very attractive to women.
What exactly does that mean?
No matter what Wen Li means, Zhang Jing has no intention of taking it. He has short hands when taking others and short mouth when eating others.
Besides, I can afford ten cars if I have money in my card.
However, living in a different place, Zhang Jing did not want to arouse the envy, jealousy, and hatred of others. What if he encountered a psychopath and was killed with one shot?
With a decision in his mind, Zhang Jing said politely, "Please drive back."
Zhang Jing didn't want it, so Li Xing could only drive back and changed the subject, "We will unload the things in the truck. You designate the place."
Zhang Jing originally planned to go to Huasheng Lake to fish for treasures today, but because there were many things to do, he might as well go tomorrow.
For the next three hours, Li Xing and three others worked together to move the items in the car into the master bedroom of the winery's main house.
Only the master bedroom is the largest, and the room in between cannot hold many things.
Mahogany bookshelf, pear wood desk, thread-bound diary-style autobiography, and a row of photos on the wall.
Except for the floor and walls, the entire study room was moved here.
"By the way," Li Xing reminded before leaving, "the old lady specially told me that women are not allowed to enter the study."
"Is there any reason?" Zhang Jing asked.
"There is no reason, that's what the old lady said."
Zhang Jing thought of Wen Li's refusal to enter the study at Manor No. 1032 that evening. It turned out that there was such a restriction.
He didn't realize it before and didn't think much about it. After Li Xing reminded him, Zhang Jing thought of an unknown celebrity - Sanbao.
There is a Sanbao Temple in Semarang, a seaside city in the east of Java Island. The temple is full of incense and crowded with tourists.
In the early days, women were not allowed to enter, but later it was changed to not allowing women to enter during their menstrual period.
It was difficult for Zhang Jing not to connect the two unrelated things, because few places had additional access restrictions for women.
With many associations in his mind, Zhang Jing asked curiously, "What would happen if a woman went in?"
"There is a high probability that it will bring bad luck," Li Xing shrugged, "I don't know either."
After seeing off the guests, Zhang Jing returned to the study, walked to the quaint bookshelf, picked up a book bound with withered yellow thread, and flipped through it.
The treasure hunting system sent a prompt.
'A new treasure hunt clue was detected and cannot be included (only one treasure hunt clue can be included at the same time). '
'Complete three treasure hunting clues to upgrade to II and obtain treasure hunting related rewards. '
Zhang Jing's expression remained unchanged, and he was surprised. He flipped through a book and found that there were clues to the treasure hunt!
Putting it back on the bookshelf, I picked up the second adjacent book, a diary-style autobiography written by the same person, and flipped through it.
The treasure hunt system sent the same prompt again:
'A new incomplete treasure hunt clue was detected and cannot be included (only one treasure hunt clue can be included at the same time). '
'Complete three treasure hunting clues to upgrade to II and obtain treasure hunting related rewards. '
When I pick up other books, more than half of them prompt that the collection level needs to be improved, and a small half of them do not.
Zhang Jing was stunned and extremely shocked. He was actually in a room full of treasure hunting clues! ! !
Looking more closely, among all the books, the longest one is 340 years old, and the shortest one is 5 years ago.
They are all diary-style autobiographies of characters. Most of the contents are plain talk, similar to narratives. If you don't read them carefully, you won't be able to find any clues to the treasure hunt.
"Boom! Boom!"
Barbie's voice sounded outside the door, "BOSS, a gentleman has come to apply for a job as a handyman."
"Handboy?"
