"BOSS, when did you come back?"
Di Long and his four-year-old daughter Di Lin were making bunks in the stable. When they heard the noise, they looked up and saw Zhang Jing. They were surprised and surprised.
"I just arrived," Zhang Jing asked with concern, "Is it cold to sleep here?"
Three hours ago, at one o'clock in the morning, Zhang Jing finally got the money.
Never would you have imagined that Johnson would hide money in someone else's grave.
The graves were carefully selected. They were unclaimed graves that were easy to open. No need to dig soil, just lift the heavy stone slabs.
"It's not cold, it's warm under the hay mat," Dillon replied.
Zhang Jing exhaled with his hands, "I'm cold and scared."
It's scary to lift someone's coffin in the middle of the night, and it's also scary to drive and walk with 18 million yuan.
In addition, the temperature at night was only 3 to 4 degrees Celsius, and the previous 43 days of non-stop searching made it really difficult to make money.
Di Long put on his clothes, walked to the hot pot, filled it with new firewood, put the iron pot on the fire, poured water into the pot, and planned to stew some beef for Zhang Jing to warm up.
Zhang Jing first looked at his three favorites, and then sat next to the stove, feeling much warmer.
"How's the racecourse going lately?" Zhang Jing asked.
“Fele and Jamie built a greenhouse, grew some vegetables, and introduced wild bees, and then there were bees too;
Miss Haifa's riding skills are improving rapidly;
Miss Aigis plans to let 'General' and 'Undead' participate in the horse racing event next spring..."
"Wait a minute," Zhang Jing interrupted Di Long, "Who is the general?"
"The 12-year-old black Hanquart horse, Miss Aggies said it is worth 350,000 yuan."
Zhang Jing was at a loss for words. This name was definitely chosen by Ding Jiaqi. The general should be the general.
The reason why General is so expensive is because his father once ran the Seattle Cup 1600m championship;
The second is because it has a beautiful body, well-developed muscles and long strides.
Maybe he has other special qualities, after all, he is the horse chosen by Goldfinger.
"What about the others?" Zhang Jing asked.
"Miss Ding's mother came to visit the winery and horse farm."
Zhang Jing nodded and asked with concern: "Is anyone here to cause trouble?"
Zhang Jing has always felt insecure and worried about being bullied.
"No, the probability of such a thing is relatively small," Dillon said. "Compared to eastern and southern states, the security in Seattle is better. Besides, we have many guns. No one dares to cause trouble."
Zhang Jing nodded, "Help me protect the three horses. Whether you are rich or poor in the future depends on them."
"I will."
Zhang Jing reached out and patted Di Long on the shoulder, encouraging him: "Dilin will go to a good school, leave this matter to me."
Di Long was slightly stunned. He didn't expect the boss to promise such great benefits. He said gratefully, "Thank you, BOSS. I will definitely do my best!"
Zhang Jing looked at Di Lin, who was sleeping soundly. She was four years old, with a chubby face. Her mother was not around, so she looked really pitiful.
During the chat, the meat was gradually cooked, and the sky outside was getting brighter.
Sixteen-year-old Haifa came over early to feed the horses and greeted Zhang Jing, "BOSS, long time no see."
Haifa is a really capable girl, and she takes good care of the three horses.
"Long time no see. I heard that your equestrian skills have improved very quickly and are amazing." Zhang Jing praised.
Haifa said shyly, "Miss Aigis taught me well, otherwise I would only be able to feed horses."
Zhang Jing praised, "You are all great."
"BOSS, what you said is ambiguous," Haifa complained dissatisfied. "I am currently learning Mandarin. There is a joke on the Internet saying that you are all great, but the other meaning is that you are all great in bed."
Zhang Jingzhao directly rewarded Haifa with a millet shell. If Ding Jiaqi hears this, will his life be over?
When Ding Jiaqi was mentioned, Zhang Jing asked worriedly, "Did Ding Jiaqi and Aigis fight?"
"There was no fight," Haifa explained, "It's just that the relationship is not very good, especially Miss Qu, who hates Aigis."
Zhang Jing is helpless. The historical hatred continues to this day and is not easy to resolve.
There was nothing else going on, and the racecourse was generally smooth. Zhang Jing relaxed, had a good meal, found a corner, cleared the floor and slept.
I stayed up all day and all night, feeling extremely sleepy and sleeping until two o'clock in the afternoon.
I opened my eyes and saw Ding Jiaqi sitting next to the stove.
"Where's your mother?" Zhang Jing asked sleepily.
When Zhang Jingxing finally woke up, Ding Jiaqi introduced, "It's been five days since I went back. My mother praised you for running the racecourse well, that's..."
"What is it?" Zhang Jing asked nervously.
"There are just too many pretty girls."
Zhang Jing was speechless.
Barbie is thirty-two years old and not Zhang Jing’s cup of tea.
Ruth's dressing style is too hot. She can wear yoga pants without underwear, which makes men feel insecure and is not Zhang Jing's cup of tea.
Haifa is sixteen years old, 1.6 meters tall and weighs only 40 kilograms. He is dark and thin, and is not considered a beauty.
The so-called beautiful girl actually refers to Aigis, a classic Western-style beauty with not ugly features, flowing blond hair, tall figure, material on the chest, and long legs.
"Aigis is a horse trainer," Zhang Jing said in a helpless tone, "After a while, when she realizes that she can't get any value out of me, maybe she will leave."
Ding Jiaqi understood Zhang Jing's difficulty, changed the subject and asked, "Did you find what you wanted?"
Zhang Ding nodded and led Ding Jiaqi to the pickup truck parked at the door of the stable. He opened the tarpaulin on the back of the truck and underneath were four bank-specific metal cash boxes.
"I've checked it. It's dry and not broken."
"How many?"
"I don't know, probably 18 million."
"I thought it was just a legend, how did you do it?"
"Use the stupidest method to investigate the bottoms of ponds, lakes and rivers one by one."
Ding Jiaqi thought Zhang Xin was diving, but she shed tears when she thought about how much hardship she had to endure in such a cold weather.
In fact, Zhang Jing didn't dive at all, not even once. He just drove a pickup truck, pulled a fishing boat, and strolled along the lake or river.
The main reason why it took so long was that there were many big and small lakes, and what was unexpected was that the cash transport truck would be hidden so far away. No wonder it took seventeen years to find it.
Putting themselves into perspective, everyone thought that Johnson had planned in advance and hid the transport truck in a very close and secret place.
"The money needs to be laundered before it can be used. Do you have any idea?" Ding Jiaqi asked.
"No."
Ding Jiaqi chatted, "The best way is to take it out of Citigroup, deposit it in a bank in another country, and then exchange it into rice dollars. This method is the most direct and efficient."
"Isn't it difficult to take it out?" Zhang Jing asked suspiciously.
"Yes, the second way is to buy, buy, buy, buy high-quality land, buy yachts, buy luxury homes, buy antiques, and then sell them second-hand."
"Can you spend it?"
"Are you safe to let me handle so much money?" Ding Jiaqi asked.
This was a proposition. Zhang Jing’s tone was affirmative. Without thinking or hesitation, he answered: “Don’t worry!”
Their eyes met, Ding Jiaqi was defeated first, her ears were slightly red and she said: "This will go very quickly."
