After leaving Manor No. 1032, Zhang Jing drove about 2 kilometers due north along Avenue 84 and stopped outside Manor No. 1049, whose entrance resembled a community gate.
A tall blonde girl with wheat color, sweet appearance, blue eyes, slim face and slim legs, Lindsay Moore is waiting in black leather pants and white jacket.
Zhang Jing stepped forward and said hello, "Good morning, Miss Lindsay Moore, I didn't expect it to be you."
Small matters such as handing over a house are usually handled by an agent or lawyer, and the seller normally does not need to visit in person.
"I want to see the person who took away my grandfather's property again," Lindsay Moore said solemnly, looking directly at Zhang Jing, "remember his appearance!"
Zhang Jing touched his nose. If he didn't know the inside story, outsiders would think that Lindsay Moore was affectionate to someone.
"This is just an ordinary transaction," Zhang Jing said, worried that Lindsay Moore would go crazy, "There is no personal grudge between us."
Lindsay Moore said nothing, turned around, stepped through the small door on the big iron gate, and entered the interior of the manor.
Looking at Lindsay Moore from behind, her perfect figure can make a man's nose bleed.
Having learned too much from the past and worrying about frame-ups, unjust, false and wrongful convictions, and endless prosecutions, Zhang Jing called the woman from behind, "You don't need to accompany me, I can go in by myself."
Lindsay Moore turned around and said, "Aren't you afraid that the inside has been smashed?"
"I believe you," Zhang Jing added after a second's pause, "and your family will not do that."
"Of course not," Lindsay Moore said loudly, "because we will buy it back from you!"
"I'm afraid you don't have a chance. It has been listed for sale by a real estate company. I am willing to sell it at a low price and the transaction will be completed soon." Zhang Jing was not sympathetic at all. Nothing is more important than money.
Lindsay Moore was very angry and walked away.
Watching Lindsay Moore drive a BMW coupe to get lucky, Zhang Jing thought she was so cool and had no idea what kind of profession a woman engages in.
He turned around and looked at No. 1049.
After all, it is a 23-acre manor, so it cannot be empty. At this moment, there are ten gardeners and servants of African descent, Hispanic descent, and Asian descent.
They were standing in a row inside the gate, waiting for the new owner of the manor.
Because you don’t consider holding 1049 for a long time, there is no need to know them.
At this time, a black bent little angel drove up from outside the gate and stopped more than 20 meters away. A female driver got out of the cab and opened the door for the back seat.
I know the visitor, Zhang Jing, the housekeeper of Manor No. 1032. He is about sixty years old, has gray hair, and can speak fluent Mandarin.
Usually his presence is relatively low, but Wen Li's assistant Li Xing is impressive.
"Hello Mr. Zhang." The butler greeted with a slight salute.
It can be seen and guessed that the old man in front of him is a good and dedicated housekeeper, otherwise he would not be working with Wen Li now.
"Is there something wrong with the old lady?" Zhang Jing asked politely.
"No," the butler denied, "I came here for personal reasons."
"Please tell me." Zhang Jing said politely.
The old butler asked, "Do you need a butler?"
Zhang Jingzheng was about to refuse, but the old butler seemed to know someone well and said: "A good butler can make the manor more valuable."
After thinking for a while, Zhang Jing agreed.
If the value of a house exceeds a certain threshold, it can only be sold to a few rich people, and the rich often value added value, such as a good housekeeper.
Contrary to popular belief, traditional housekeepers do not follow the owner, but stay in the house all the time.
In other words, even if Zhang Jing sells the house, the housekeeper will still stay and wait for the next owner.
In order to get a good price for the house, Zhang Jing nodded, "Have you brought anyone here?"
"Yes."
The housekeeper lowered his head slightly, turned around and waved to the woman waiting next to the car.
It turns out that the female driver is the newcomer that the old housekeeper wants to introduce to Zhang Jing.
"Léa Binoche," the old housekeeper introduced: "She is 25 years old this year. She has been..."
Zhang Jing didn't hear what the old man said at all, his eyes and heart were on the woman.
Before this moment, Zhang Jing had never seen a woman who could combine the qualities of being beautiful, capable, principled, reliable, loyal, not promiscuous, and not promiscuous.
Is this professionalism?
Simply!
The old housekeeper handed a resume to Zhang Jing.
Léa Binoche, 25 years old.
Born in Lyon, France, he graduated from the Ann Arbor Conservatory of Music at the University of Michigan, and then went to Yinguo to receive three years of professional butler vocational and technical training.
Unlike ordinary resumes, where you can't ask this because it's also a matter of privacy, Léa Binoche's resume is very detailed and comprehensive.
Including her parents’ occupations and general experiences, as well as her relationship experiences, as well as physical examination reports and criminal certificates.
Her father was a theater manager and director, and her mother was a university literature teacher and theater actress.
In love, six years ago, she fell in love with her classmate Benoit Marchmore, but they broke up one year ago.
Four years ago, she fell in love with diving instructor Andre Hall and broke up after eight months.
Two years ago, Léa fell in love with actor Oscar Carax, but they broke up after six months.
Currently single.
Physical examination report, healthy, no infectious diseases, no signs of DP smoking, not pregnant, no signs of abortion.
No criminal certificate, I have no criminal record, and my parents have no criminal record.
Unlike most people who are messy in the past, Léa Binoche can be called a role model for Westerners.
Putting down his resume, Zhang Jing looked up at the old housekeeper and asked curiously, "Where did you find Miss Leya?"
"An old friend teaches at London Vocational College and he recommended Léa Binoche to me."
"Thank you," Zhang Jing praised, "The resume looks great. What is her salary?"
"How about a weekly salary of 1,500?" the old housekeeper tried to ask.
It was a bit too high, so Zhang Jing readily agreed.
The old man thanked him and drove away.
Looking at Léa Binoche again, she was still shocked. How could someone be so trustworthy just by their appearance?
'Trust at first sight' does not only refer to men. Even Ding Jiaqi, who always likes to check in, will most likely not have any associations with Léa Binoche when she sees her.
She is beautiful and reassuring, and her image and temperament are so special. This is why Zhang Jing is willing to pay 1,500 weekly salary.
When Zhang Jinghe's new housekeeper took over 1049, Lindsay Moore was only less than six kilometers away. She drove the car into the middle-class Clyde Hill neighborhood of Bellevue.
After twisting and turning, we finally stopped in front of an exquisite two-story villa.
It's very close to where she lives, less than a hundred meters in a straight line.
The straight line from the 'fire sale assets' that Zhang Jing spent 2.6 million to buy is only one hundred meters away.
I don’t know if it was a special fate, but all the houses Zhang Jing bought had people die, including the 2.6 million yuan house, which was sold by his children because the old man passed away.
Liang Jieshu walked out of the house and greeted Lindsay Moore who had just gotten out of the car, "Why are you here?"
Judging from their tone of voice and their movements, it was obvious that the two of them were familiar with each other.
Lindsay Moore was very angry, "I just want to see that hateful Asian again and remember what he looks like!"
"I am also Asian." Liang Jieshu said helplessly.
Realizing that she had said the wrong thing, Lindsay Moore stepped forward and hugged Liang Jieshu's arm affectionately, "Honey, I'm not talking about you."
"Is that manor coming back?" Liang Jieshu asked with concern.
"Yes," Lindsay Moore felt aggrieved, "That hateful man, I curse him! Damn it!"
Returning to the living room, Zhou Manmiao was naturally here, wearing a silk pajamas, with a large area of snow white exposed.
Zhou Manmiao didn't know what happened and asked curiously: "If you don't want to sell, can you still force me to sell? Will the police not care?"
"Things are a little complicated here."
Lindsay Moore and Liang Jieshu were good friends, so they knew Zhou Manmiao. He explained: "That person bought a piece of land behind 1049 Manor, which happened to be between 1049 and Lakeview, and then threatened to build a An ugly building blocking the view of the manor’s lake.”
Zhou Manmiao only wanted to marry a rich man, but she didn't have enough brain power. She didn't understand and asked: "What does it matter? He is covering for him. The worst is not to see the lake view."
Liang Jieshu explained for her friend, "Without the view of the lake, a manor worth tens of millions of dollars is just an ordinary house. No one will spend tens of millions of dollars to buy an ordinary house."
Lindsay Moore nodded and said helplessly: "The annual property tax + insurance is 1.4 million yuan. Including basic maintenance, the holding cost is 2 million yuan a year;
One year's holding fee can buy a nice house in a middle-class community, so my grandfather had to sell it. It would only hurt more if he held it in his hands. The 40 million estate could only be sold for 10 million. "
Zhou Manmiao was stunned for a moment as she listened, "What kind of cleverness is this?"
"An Asian man, I saw him on TV," Lindsay Moore said indignantly. "His two horses just won two championships in the two Seattle Cup events yesterday. What a piece of shit luck!"
Liang Jieshu: "...."
Zhou Manmiao: "...."
Lindsay Moore didn't know that the two of them knew Zhang Jing, so he said familiarly, "Didn't I say that there are new friends here today? Where are they?"
Zhou Manmiao subconsciously replied, "He will come tomorrow."
At this moment, Zhou Manmiao's mind was full of Zhang Jing. She thought that the winery, racecourse, and two horse racing champions had reached the ceiling.
I never expected that he is also the owner of a million-level manor. If you miss such a good man, you will regret it for three lifetimes.
Liang Jieshu looked at her friend and saw Zhou Manmiao clenching her teeth for a while, and looking ferocious for a while, as if she had made some important decision.
