Time flies by and it’s Saturday in a blink of an eye.
Today and tomorrow are the days when Whitefish Town holds its annual second-hand goods fair.
Ding Jiaqi and Qu Xiaoqing came to the racecourse last night.
Because veterinarian Ruth called Ding Jiaqi boss lady, Ding Jiaqi herself did not deny it, and Zhang Jing did not deny it. The identity of the mistress was implicitly recognized, and everyone thought she was the mistress.
Zhang Jing wants to sell all the second-hand furniture in the haunted house.
Ding Jiaqi was convinced and very supportive, and started working early in the morning.
Zhang Jing, a 47-year-old third-generation immigrant from Feilai, 49-year-old African-American Jamie, and 30-year-old Dillon are four men doing manual labor.
Move sofas, wardrobes, TVs, tables and chairs, even lamps, range hoods, gas stoves, etc. onto pickup trucks and deliver them to the door of the town police station.
Two pickup trucks moved back and forth eight times before they were finally emptied.
Because he arrived early, after Zhang Jing set up his stall, the second seller drove slowly over in his pickup truck.
Then came the third, fourth, fifth... and soon it became a lively market.
"Brother Zhang," Ding Jiaqi asked awkwardly, holding a marker and cardboard in her hand: "How should they be priced?"
"The price is based on the size. A large sofa costs 200 yuan and a chair costs 10 yuan."
"Is it too cheap?"
"It would be great if they can be sold," Zhang Jing complained, "I don't want to move them back again."
Ding Jiaqi didn't want to, it was tiring to load and unload them into the car, so she just sold them at a low price.
Everyone was busy setting up the stall, which hadn't opened yet, until Lao Lei from the grocery store came over, glanced back and forth at Zhang Jing's second-hand goods, and said after a while: "Pack these and sell them to me."
No need to guess, the price must be too low.
Zhang Jing and Ding Jiaqi didn't care, so they packaged it for him directly, earning 2,100 yuan, enough to buy four revolvers~
It was still early, Ding Jiaqi and Qu Xiaoqing wanted to hang out more, and Zhang Jing accompanied them.
Not long after wandering around, I met Joe Taylor, a tall and lanky policeman. He was setting up a stall selling about twenty books, such as Wuthering Heights, Les Miserables, The Decameron, Faust, etc.
"Good morning Mr. Zhang, good morning ladies." Joe Taylor greeted.
"Good morning Joe, how do you sell your books?"
While talking, Zhang Jing habitually picked up a book, flipped through it, and then put it down again.
"Used books are sold cheaply, only fifteen meters each."
"How much do these packages cost?" Zhang Jing asked, pointing to all the books.
"Three hundred," Qiao asked, "Are you sure? There are twenty books here, are you going to finish them all?"
"I like classics," Zhang Jing introduced, since bragging is not taxed anyway, "I can read it for one hour every night, and I can definitely finish it in two years."
Joe Taylor packed the book to Zhang Jing and praised: "You are a person of great perseverance."
Zhang Jinghehehe, twenty books are quite heavy, so he carried them back to the car.
"Why do you want to buy these classics?" Qu Xiaoqing asked, "Doesn't reading give you a headache?"
"It's a headache."
Zhang Jing responded casually and clicked on the treasure hunt clues he had just collected.
'JOE TAYLOR: Phillip Johnson is dead, where are his ill-gotten gains? '
'The host needs to collect more information and supplement the missing clues to obtain the accurate treasure hunt address. '
Driving the pickup truck back to the racecourse, Zhang Jing searched for 'Philip Johnson' online.
You don’t know if you don’t see it, but you will be wowed once you see it!
This guy is actually a legend!
Philip Johnson is a cash truck driver making $11 an hour.
Time: March 29, 2005.
Location: Seattle.
Target: U.S. Bank.
After long preparations, Johnson discovered that the armored truck he was working on contained 18 million U.S. dollars, a huge amount of money that could make anyone's heart beat, so he took the risk.
He drew his pistol, locked his colleagues in the car, and hijacked the cash transport truck.
Then he drove away and handcuffed his colleague to a passing tree, and also handcuffed another colleague to the tree.
After that, Johnson continued to escape, and finally hid the transported cash. He only took 100,000 meters with him and entered Canada on foot in the undefended mountainous border area.
The above operations were well planned. The police did not arrest anyone and did not find the cash transport truck.
Until five months later, when the money was gone, he tried to come back to collect the money. When crossing the border, Johnson made a stupid mistake and used the same alias as the last time he committed the crime.
The police had already informed all parties, including border inspectors, of this pseudonym.
The border inspector recognized the pseudonym at a glance and immediately notified the relevant authorities.
Not surprisingly, Johnson was arrested.
What's even more unfortunate is that Johnson died in the escort vehicle returning to the police station. The whereabouts of the cash transport vehicle remain a mystery and remain unsolved to this day.
One man stole 18 million, but the police still couldn't find the money. No wonder the Internet calls Johnson a legend. He has been dead for 17 years, but there are still many people who remember him.
And Joe Taylor was probably just a cadet at the police academy in 2005. He casually wrote a few sentences in a book, which were included in the system as incomplete treasure hunt clues.
Zhang Jing decided to put down everything he was doing and concentrate on searching for the missing 18 million. Whether the bicycle can be turned into a motorcycle depends on whether he can find the cash transport truck this time!
The winery is destined to be without tourists for a while.
The framework of the racecourse has been set up, just continue to put small money in, and Zhang Jing can leave.
Over the weekend, Zhang Jing checked into the W Hotel in Seattle with his little yellow dog.
Then I bought a map, collected all the information about Johnson from the Internet, copied it down by hand, and drew a map of Johnson's footprints.
The Internet is a good thing. It remembers a lot of things, including Johnson’s residence, the school he went to, the girls he chased, the bars he usually went to, places he went hiking, etc.
Johnson lives in Everett, 40 kilometers north of Seattle, and 150 kilometers further north is the border between the two countries.
In 2005, when Johnson escaped, he did not go through the border crossing, but through the border mountains and forests.
From a side analysis, Johnson has good physical strength, or hiking experience.
In this way, if he wants to earn 18 million, it is very necessary for Zhang Jing to walk through Johnson's life trajectory, hoping to find clues and eventually find the cash transport truck.
After resting in the hotel for a day and sorting out the information, Zhang Jing first went to the United Bank that was robbed by Johnson. The building was very handsome and the billboard was very domineering.
USbank
The uppercase US has white letters on a red background, and the bottom is shield-shaped, which looks very safe.
Driving a second-hand pickup truck he bought, Zhang Jing set off from the bank gate and drove along the work route Johnson took every day seventeen years ago.
Once, twice, three times...seven times.
I gained a lot and learned more about the streets, alleys and traffic conditions of Seattle.
In the evening, Zhang Jing drove to Everett, a small city 40 kilometers north of Seattle. This is the small city where Johnson lived seventeen years ago. It is a smaller place than Yise Court, but the scenery is not bad and it has all the necessary facilities. Shi has it all.
Near the boat dock, Zhang Jing checked into the Hampton Inn.
Different from the fashionable positioning of W Hotel, the price here is cheaper and it is targeted at young people who love fun.
