Tacoma International Airport.
At six o'clock in the evening, Zhang Jing finally waited for Xu Zehong.
Xu Zehong, 64 years old, is slightly fat, of medium height, and wears a pair of thick glasses.
There is also his wife, Lin Jiangmeng, who is 62 years old, thin and has no job. Zhang Jingzhi has been out of shape due to illness for seven years. She looks older than her peers and needs a crutch to walk.
"Hello Zhang Jing," Lin Jiangmeng greeted Zhang Jing, "Long time no see."
Zhang Jing met Lin Jiangmeng once in the doctor when he was collecting meteorites in Western Xinjiang earlier. Xu Zehong was with her at that time.
I didn't expect her to be so polite, and she seemed very likable. She had an indescribable special temperament about her.
"Hello Aunt Lin," Zhang Jing stepped forward to take the luggage from Xu Zehong, "It's been a hard journey, so I'm really sorry to invite you and Professor Xu over."
"It doesn't matter," Lin Jiangmeng said with a relaxed attitude, "Thank you for giving me the opportunity to change the environment and experience rural life."
“Seattle’s urban environment is average, and the countryside is pretty good. It’s vast and sparsely populated.”
Lin Jiangmeng asked with interest, "I heard from Lao Xu that you have two champion horses?"
"Yeah, they're playing in Kentucky right now, coming back next week."
"I like horses," Lin Jiangmeng said in a good mood, "I can't wait to see them."
Zhang Jing and Lin Jiangmeng were particularly good at chatting, which made Xu Zehong feel uncomfortable. He was worried that his wife, who was forty years younger, would definitely be Zhang Jing's cup of tea.
Slowly walking to the parking lot, the three of them got into the pickup truck, started the car and left.
Soon Xu Zehong and Lin Jiangmeng saw scenery that was not available in Longguo, including street tents and scantily clad street girls.
I thought that was it, but it turned out to be just an appetizer.
Passing by the gas station, Zhang Jing drove the pickup truck in. Before he could stop, a gunshot rang out.
An African-American used a pistol to shoot at a Lincoln car. Unexpectedly, the other party took out an Uzi and charged, with a burst of fire.
Zhang Jing thought oh shit, greased his feet, and drove away quickly.
Xu Zehong and Lin Jiangmeng were shocked to see a gunfight as soon as they arrived.
"Why is it so chaotic?" Lin Jiangmeng asked in surprise.
Zhang Jing was embarrassed and comforted, "This is an accidental incident, it doesn't happen every day."
Please forgive Zhang Jing for telling lies. This kind of thing happens almost every day. I was unlucky and encountered him today.
When I returned to the racecourse at 7:30, the dormitory had been cleaned in advance.
At the entrance of the racecourse, there are six dormitories in a row, all with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. Only one dormitory is empty, which can be used by Xu Zehong and his wife.
Go to the stable in advance to take out the bronze dragon, and then invite Xu Zehong over.
When he first saw the bronze dragon, Xu Zehong's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets, and he was so excited that his whole body trembled, as if he was suffering from severe Parkinson's disease.
Shivering, Xu Zehong took out the white gloves from his pocket and put them on. Xu Zehong asked with a trembling voice, "Where did they come from?"
"bought."
"How much?"
"Four lives."
Xu Zehong almost clung to the bronze dragon and murmured: "It's worth it, it's worth it! It's worth it!"
Zhang Jing looked at Xu Zehong who was already crazy and asked, "What is its origin?"
"I can't tell you its origin now," Xu Zehong circled around the bronze dragon and looked at it. "If it is real, judging from the style, it should be a cultural relic from the Warring States period, or even the Shang and Zhou dynasties; the workmanship is very fine, the shape is very upright, beautiful! Wonderful! "
The Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period, more than 2,000 years ago BC.
"Do the Dragon Kingdom have the same bronze sculptures?" Zhang Jing asked curiously.
"No," Xu Zehong said heartbrokenly, "Not only is there not, there is not even anything similar. On the contrary, there is one in the Louvre. It is not as big and not as exquisite."
Normally, Zhang Jing would ask about the price next.
As expected, Xu Zehong would ask him to donate again. He would donate this and that. So what’s the point of hunting for treasure?
Zhang Jing didn't ask, but Xu Zehong took the initiative and asked, "Zhang Jing, this 'Bronze Divine Dragon' is a divine artifact. It must be sent back to the Dragon Kingdom. It must be sent back. It must not live abroad!"
At this point, Xu Zehong actually started to cry, "There are no similar bronze artifacts in the entire Dragon Kingdom, but they are found abroad. This cannot be explained."
According to Zhang Jing's temper, he originally planned to criticize Xu Zehong, "If you donate it, how will you get your salary?" '
Seeing that he was crying so sadly despite his age, I didn't have the heart to scold him.
"Please send it back!" Xu Zehong knelt down directly in front of Zhang Jing with tears in his nose.
Zhang Jing avoided it. He couldn't accept Xu Zehong's kneeling. He thought for three or four seconds and promised: "I guarantee that it will return to the Dragon Kingdom."
Xu Zehong cried with joy.
"You have to keep this matter secret. In order to get the bronze dragon, four people died, one was missing, and more than 20 people were injured. You can't be careless, and you have to keep your mouth shut even in your dreams." Zhang Jing solemnly warned.
"It's the Bronze Divine Dragon." Xu Zehong reminded.
Zhang Jing hummed, let’s just say Shenlong.
After finding out the general situation of Shenlong, Zhang Jing thought he could have a good sleep at night, but he didn't expect that the phone rang at around two o'clock in the morning.
Zhou Manmiao called and said the car had been stolen. Her voice was aggrieved on the phone.
After all, they had a one-night stand and worried about their safety, Zhang Jing put on his clothes, drove a pickup truck and left the racecourse, and forty minutes later arrived at the middle-class community where the two women lived.
Funny enough, Zhang Jing actually arrived before the police and saw two women at the entrance of the hospital from a distance, feeling depressed.
The pickup truck stopped and as soon as the people got out of the car, Zhou Manmiao rushed over, "Brother Zhang, the car you gave me was stolen, ah~ah~"
Her shoulders were shaking while she was crying, and she looked really pitiful.
"Don't cry." Zhang Jing said in a nonchalant tone, comforting Zhou Manmiao, "It's okay if you're fine. I'll buy it for you again tomorrow."
I have seen bullets tear off shoulders, leaving big holes in chests, heads broken into eight pieces, and being robbed of a car, just like a child playing house.
Zhou Manmiao stopped crying.
The police in Xusou arrived. Since there were no dead people and no gunfight, the police dispatch was very slow. They simply understood what happened and issued a police dispatch certificate for insurance purposes.
When the matter ended, it was already four o'clock in the morning. When Zhang Jing was about to leave, Zhou Manmiao grabbed his arm.
She didn't speak, just looked at someone with her pitiful eyes.
"I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?" After all, Zhang Jing relented and chose to stay a little longer.
Zhou Manmiao beamed with joy, and Liang Jieshu was relieved beside her.
Cooking a big meal at four in the morning can't be said to be non-existent, definitely rare. The three of them were busy in the kitchen until six in the morning, making a table full of food.
Toast, scallion pancakes, tortillas, juice, all kinds of delicious food.
Around the dining table, chatting about various topics, everyone seemed to be in a happy mood.
"Liang..."
At the dinner table, Zhang Jing suddenly didn't know how to address Liang Jieshu.
Is 'Miss Liang' too unfamiliar?
Is 'Jieshu' too close?
"Brother Zhang, you can call me Jieshu or Xiaojie." Seeing Zhang Jing's embarrassment, Liang Jieshu took the initiative to come to the rescue.
"Jieshu, what do you do?"
"Writing short romance novels and romantic drama scripts."
Well, it turns out she is a talented woman~
