evening.
Zhang Jing sent Zhou Manmiao back to Clyde Hill Community. Because Lindsay Moore's car was parked outside Liang Jieshu's yard, Zhang Jing sent Zhou Manmiao back and left.
Watching Zhang Jing drive away, Zhou Manmiao was still in shock. She just found out today that Zhang Jing was richer than she thought, so much that it was shocking and unbelievable.
Three customized ships with a total price of 1.3 billion yuan.
A building adjacent to Victoria Harbor in Hong Kong has a market value of 1.27 billion yuan, a floor area of 32,000 square meters, and a height of 95 meters.
These two alone were enough for her to look up to.
After standing alone for a while, Zhou Manmiao calmed down, entered the yard, knocked on the living room door and walked in.
"Coming back so late, does Brother Zhang have a lot of work there?"
At the door of the living room, Liang Jieshu asked with concern.
Zhou Manmiao nodded tiredly, "There are many contracts and agreements. He sent me back and has already gone back."
Liang Jieshu nodded, Lindsay was at home, Zhang Jingwei had to leave, otherwise there would be a quarrel or a fight.
In the living room, Lindsay Moore was in a good mood. While drinking beer, she twisted her waist and saw Zhou Manmiao chatting excitedly, "My dear, you must not know what I went through at the police station today?"
"What?" Zhou Manmiao asked absently.
"That Asian lawyer only took half a day to get the police to let me go. It was quite impressive!"
"The lawyer's fees must be very expensive, right?" Zhou Manmiao asked.
When it came to the lawyer's fees, Lindsay looked unnatural, "I have no money for the lawyer Zhang Jing hired, and he also paid the 30,000 bail."
Liang Jieshu and Zhou Manmiao knew that this was because Lindsay protected them, so Zhang Jing was willing to hire a lawyer for Lindsay and pay her bail.
But Lindsay didn't know, her expression was twisted and her tone was tangled, "Do you think Zhang Jing likes me?"
Liang Jieshu and Zhou Manmiao looked at each other. If they didn't know the inside story, this explanation was the most reasonable. Otherwise, why would they spend so much money?
"But I don't have feelings for him," Lindsay said to herself, "I only like handsome guys, or warm guys. Although Zhang Jing is rich, he is not my cup of tea."
Liang Jieshu and Zhou Manmiao looked at each other silently, feeling relieved at the same time. It was good that they didn't feel anything.
Zhang Jing did not know the content of the three people's chat, so he returned to Manor No. 1049 and locked himself in the master bedroom on the third floor.
This is a luxuriously decorated room of some age, including a bedroom, study room, cloakroom, and bathroom.
The bathroom has a large bathtub for swimming.
After dealing with the iron meteorite, there were still some special items that needed to be dealt with. With a thought, eighty-five gold ingots appeared on my bed.
One pound each, for a total of eighty-five pounds.
Because they were black gold, Zhang Jing was not sure of their value, but they were probably not cheap.
The deposit in his bank account is less than 1 million yuan, and he still owes Wen Li 700 million yuan. Zhang Jing is now so poor that he wishes he could catch a mosquito, squeeze out the oil, and then lick it.
Zhang Jing wanted to be an upright and good person and hand over the black gold; but his strength did not allow it, so he put the things into the silver secret space and lay on the bed slowly becoming sleepy.
The next day, Zhang Jing received a letter from the Bellevue Police Department, informing him that he had a gunfight with others on the street in June and was prohibited from leaving Citigroup.
The police still haven't found the murderer. All the license plates are fake and the murderer has not been caught. He is stupid and incompetent.
Of course, Zhang Jing can also understand that there are shootings every day. As long as no one is killed, it is considered a minor case and the police will not seriously pursue it to the end.
Fortunately, Zhang Jing never expected others to redress his grievances. There was no hope, and naturally there was no disappointment.
If he has a grudge, he will avenge it himself.
It's just that Lao Daijin has been to Bangzi Country for a long time and has not made any moves. What on earth is he busy with?
Lao Daijin and his two other friends just earned 2 million yuan in cash equivalent to Xiangjiang currency due to the Bronze Dragon mission.
I originally planned to retire and enjoy the rest of my life in South Asia, but Zhang Jing unexpectedly came up with another 2 million yuan task.
Zhang Jing clearly remembered the expression on Lao Daijin's face at that time. He was going to refuse forcefully, but when his words came to his lips, he changed to, 'As you wish'.
In particular, Zhang Jing had a one-way contact with Lao Dai Jin, and only after making sure that he had no electronic equipment on him did he dare to talk about things.
The money given was all in Xiangjiang currency. If he and his friends were caught, it would have nothing to do with Zhang Jing and there would be no evidence.
Even if Lao Daijin betrays, he still wants to consider his daughter.
Milika, 20 years old, 1.9 meters tall, originally weighed 260 kilograms, but is now a little thinner, about 230 kilograms. She suffers from depression. Because her life on the racecourse is too happy, her condition has been reduced a lot.
...
"Ah!"
Lao Daijin rubbed his nose, feeling that someone had ill intentions towards him.
It was midnight in Bangzi Country, and Lao Daijin and his two old friends were partying in a private room of a nightclub in Guro District, Seoul. Each of them was holding a soft girl with a thin waist and long legs. They were so happy.
At this time, the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside, and a young and middle-aged man with a somewhat plump figure walked in.
Lao Daijin waved the woman away, looked at the plump young man, looked at her for a while, and said to the point, "You have no weapons."
"Yes, I didn't," the chubby young man admitted readily. "It's too difficult to get what you want. I tried but failed."
"It doesn't matter," Lao Daijin didn't seem to care, "return the deposit to me."
"I have already spent the deposit," the plump young man said, as if he had committed three people. "Think of it as my hush money. No one else will know about your purchase of weapons."
Old Daijin looked angry and wanted to beat someone up, but was stopped by his friends Shannon and Roland.
Shannon is a greasy old man in his fifties with a bald head and a thick waist. His name symbolizes the liveliness and cuteness of little girls and is a very popular name for boys.
Rolando is also in his fifties, a little greasy, and his name symbolizes popularity and reputation in the neighborhood.
The three people's weak display earned them ridicule from the plump middle-aged man, and then they left gracefully.
The moment the private room door was closed, Lao Daijin regained his composure, and his previous impulsiveness was just a disguise.
Then Lao Daijin picked up the handbag placed next to him, which contained plus-size women's clothing and cosmetics. Ten minutes later, Lao Daijin turned into an old woman with heavy makeup and left the nightclub.
Before buying weapons, Lao Daijin made a detailed investigation of the plump young and middle-aged people, drove a rented car, and came directly to his door in the middle of the night.
News reported the next day that a murder had occurred in an apartment in Guro District, and the deceased had been stabbed in the heart and died.
Everything was ready, but the only thing left was Dongfeng and he couldn't get weapons. Lao Daijin had no choice but to fly back to Seattle and discuss it with Zhang Jing.
At Rose Red Winery, when meeting Lao Dai Jin, Zhang Jing found that he seemed to have gained weight. He was already greasy, but now he looked even more greasy.
As usual, Zhang Jing extended his hand forward and said, "Give me the phone."
The metal detector at a distance of five meters can clearly see that there is no micro-equipment hidden on Lao Daijin. The purpose of checking the mobile phone is to ensure that there is no recording.
Lamenting Zhang Jing's caution, Lao Daijin handed over his phone.
Holding the old man's mobile phone in his hand, Zhang Jing asked with concern: "What's going on? Is the mission completed?"
"No," Lao Daijin complained, "We have figured out the trajectory of the person you want to kill. The problem is that we can't stab him with a knife if we can't get a long-range firearm, right?"
Zhang Jing was thoughtful, this matter was very simple for him, he just had to go there in person.
"Do you have weapons?" Zhang Jing asked the old man.
"Yes," Lao Daijin introduced, "it is stored in a private warehouse."
"Send it to the racecourse," Zhang Jing ordered, "Then you go back to Bangzi Country and wait for news. It will take about a week."
Lao Daijin didn't believe it, "You have a way to airlift weapons to Bangzi Country?"
"Any method has risks," Zhang Jing pretended to be angry. "As punishment, the commission must be paid in another way."
"What?"
Zhang Jing made a surprising statement, "The 85 pounds of black gold will be sent to Bangzi Country together with the weapons. You need to find a way to cash it in yourself."
85 pounds of gold is worth about 2 million yuan, which is enough to cover the commission.
Lao Daijin raised his thumb and praised, "Awesome, Lu Ziye, awesome!"
The air transport of weapons is already very powerful, and even black gold can be transported by air. Lao Dai Jin's admiration for Zhang Jing has reached a new height.
