At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, Zhang Jing was having breakfast slowly, and the housekeeper Leya informed him that a guest was visiting.
At the door of the villa, Zhang Jing looked at Mike, whom he had met on the plane, and said enthusiastically, "Long time no see."
On the passenger plane flying to Kangaroo Country, Mike was upgraded to business class for free because he was a soldier, and Zhang Jing got to know him.
The man is about 27 or 27 years old, about 1.8 meters tall and weighs about 90 kilograms. His skin is dark purple. His body is full of strength, but his expression is calm. His eyes are like the eyes of an old buffalo, humble and unassuming.
Mike got straight to the point, "Yesterday at 3:07 pm, you were walking outside the boutique hotel parking lot when a bullet should have hit you."
"Are you there?" Zhang Jing was confused.
"I'm a gunner."
Zhang Jing was horrified, "Who wants to kill me?"
"I don't know," Mike shook his head. "The business was introduced by a middleman. I didn't even know the name of the person to be assassinated beforehand until I saw you in the scope."
"How much does the middleman pay you?"
"One hundred thousand dollars."
"Why didn't you shoot me?" Zhang Jing asked the biggest doubt.
"I don't like the upgrade service," Mike expressed his inner thoughts. "This society is full of classes. Respect is only superficial. Soldiers are a joke in the hearts of the rich."
Zhang Jingshen thought so, but still didn't understand, "Why didn't you shoot me?"
"You gave me chocolate, and I felt treated equally." Mike confided the truth, "Also, thank you for giving my wife 2,000 yuan."
Zhang Jing met Mike's African-American wife who was making extra money at the entrance of Bellevue Stadium. At that time, he sponsored the woman with 2,000 yuan.
Zhang Jing's heart dropped. This guy had a pistol stuck in his waist.
As for the chocolate that Mike mentioned, the reason was that Zhang Jing was too bored on the plane and just found someone to talk to. The round chocolate was just given away casually. There are dozens more in the Mithril space. When he is hungry, Eat one.
"You are a soldier, why do you work as a killer?" Zhang Jing asked in a relaxed mood.
"If I can't support my family with my income, I might as well go home and spend time with my wife and children," Mike said in a helpless tone, "I didn't expect that the middleman would be killed in the first task."
Pretending to take out 20,000 meters from his pocket, Zhang Jing handed the money to Mike, "Give me a job from now on, with a weekly salary of 1,200 meters, accommodation included, and you will be assigned a three-bedroom apartment."
The accommodation package was very attractive, so Mike asked excitedly: "What is the job content?"
"As a handyman, driver, bodyguard, or assistant, there is no fixed content, but there are also no fixed working hours."
After taking the money, Mike immediately changed his words, "Good morning, oss."
After calling Barbie on the phone, Zhang Jing handed 28-year-old Mike to her, signed a contract, and assigned her to a dormitory.
With nothing else to do, Zhang Jing came to the study and recorded on paper the process of finding pirate gold on Adak Island, buying a farm, and discovering the Minute Man statue.
After spending a quiet day in the quaint study, another guest came to the door in the evening. It was the marginalized James Gibbon who found Manor No. 1049.
James Gibbon was born into a distinguished family. His ancestors made their fortune by making wine. His grandfather was a member of Kangaroo North Province and his father was a mine owner. The family ran two grape plantations and two large brewing factories.
Considering James Gibbon's special status, Zhang Jing greeted him at the entrance of the hospital and invited him to sit down in the living room.
The housekeeper Leya served the coffee and left.
"Those two idiots are causing trouble for me," James Gibbon complained to Zhang Jing, "I can't stand it anymore."
"What does it have to do with me that you can't stand it?" Zhang Jing thought to himself, "I'm not happy enough, I just kicked one of them off."
As if he guessed what Zhang Jing was thinking, James Gibbon passed the two pieces of information through the coffee table and asked for help, "Here are the detailed information of those two guys. See if you can help me kick one of them out."
"Your family is prominent, why don't you do it yourself?" Zhang Jing asked.
Gibbon looked mournful, "Andris Pretor's fiancée is too good to kick."
Lose;
Uncle Graeber Henry George is a mine owner, his aunt is a politician, and his grandfather once served as the mayor of Orlando. I have tried it. They are monolithic and there is no place to put pressure. "
Andris Pretor is about 1.7 meters tall and has a medium to fat build.
Graeber Henry George is about 1.8 meters tall and has a brown beard.
Zhang Jing looked calm and quickly looked through the information. The content was very detailed, including the life resumes of the two great-grandfathers.
Because of his limited ability, Zhang Jing had no hope, but when he saw the information about Graeber Henry George with a brown beard, his eyes lit up!
Gibbon noticed the change in Zhang Jing's expression, as if grasping at a life-saving straw, and asked for help: "Brother, do you have any idea?"
"What good does it do me to help you kick one out?" Zhang Jing asked straight to the point.
"Chromite ore is jointly invested and developed by three companies. The investment ratio is equally divided. I can give you 10% of the profit. The people who support you will be responsible for managing the mine. The equipment procurement can also be handed over to your people."
Zhang Jing did not expect that there were so many benefits. 10% profit was very attractive. Managing a mining plant was also very attractive, as he could train his own technicians.
Equipment procurement is nothing, the main thing is to support Longguo manufacturing.
Because he never trusts anyone, Zhang Jing asked Gibbon, "How can you guarantee that your promise will be implemented?"
"A deposit of 100 million yuan," Yoshimoto said without thinking, as if he had been prepared for it. "We can sign the contract."
After confirming that James Gibbon was serious, Zhang Jing called the manager Barbie and asked her to handle the contract as meticulously as possible, and to standardize the contents of the contract without missing anything.
It took two hours to sign the contract, and James Gibbon was impatient because his father and grandfather were under pressure, forcing them to let Gibbon give up participating in the development of Kazakhstan's chromite ore.
"Brother, the contract is ready, hurry up!" Gibbon urged.
Zhang Jing took out a bank card from his pocket and said, "I want Xiangjiang coins for the deposit."
When it comes to transferring money, Yoshimoto becomes cautious, "Who can you kick out, and what is the method?"
Zhang Jing pretended to take out another mobile phone from his pocket, found the short movie that Old Dai Jin had shot earlier, and clicked on it to play it for Yoshimoto to appreciate.
Before this, Zhang Jing never imagined that the politician aunt of Graeber Henry George, who had a brown beard, was none other than Martha Black, a Tennessee congressman.
Gibbon's eyes widened for a second, and his two eyeballs almost popped out. He muttered for a while and sighed, "You really know how to play!"
Zhang Jing put away his phone and said, "Transfer money."
Gibbon nodded happily, called his old father and asked him to transfer 100 million yuan worth of Hong Kong dollars to Zhang Jing's bank account.
This money is just a deposit that will be repaid in the future, mainly to ensure that Gibbon carries out his promise in accordance with the contract.
Taking money to do things, Zhang Jing called Xu Zehong. At that time, the small movie had been sold, and the buyer was introduced by Xu Zehong. It was best to obtain the other party's consent for this transaction. .c
The process went smoother than expected.
The small film buyers, the small film owners, were willing to dole out favors, forcing Martha Black to withdraw her nephew George from the chromite joint development.
