Last night, Lao Daijin captured a live one and kept it to confirm the identity of "Krichay".
When Shannon brought back the photos of the corpse taken at the mission site to confirm whether he was alive or dead, the man knew that he would not survive, so he lied to his life and claimed that Krichay was dead.
Zhang Jing didn't know that he had been deceived, and he didn't know that the Indy people were still evil. He called lawyer Shen Mingming back and found out that he had already bought Whale Mountain, a ten-kilometer land centered on the tombs.
Because he was not his ancestor, there was no point in keeping the tombs, and the land was even more useless. It was all business, so he called Thorpe, an aborigine with a casino background and a pentathlon athlete.
Thorpe was very interested when he learned that Zhang Jing had a group of Aboriginal tombs about 6,000 years ago.
For the aboriginal bosses, their pursuit of the return of their ancestors' things is actually exactly the same as the Longguo people's desire to return cultural relics lost overseas. There is no complicated thinking.
Because he had the photo in his hand, Zhang Jing asked Thorpe to go to the farm for an interview. To put it bluntly, it was to negotiate the price.
If the price is right, then go to the site to see the real thing. Otherwise, it will be too far to travel back and forth and it will be too much trouble. If you have that time, it is better to be tormented by your girlfriend at home.
Thorpe came very quickly, arriving in two hours. Just like before, he had an S600, five X5s, all bulletproof cars, and 12 bodyguards.
Although this is not the first time I have seen him, Zhang Jing feels that it is exaggerated every time.
The bodyguard stayed in the courtyard. In the reception room, Zhang Jing pushed a thick stack of photos that had been printed in advance in front of Thorp, "You take a look first."
Thorpe, who looked handsome, clean and tidy, reached for the photo and looked at it quietly.
"This..." Thorp was shocked by the scale of the tombs. "How could there be so many?"
The photo Thorp was looking at was of the front of the tomb complex, with more than a hundred stone caves densely distributed along the knife-like edge.
"These are real," Zhang Jing said. "At first I thought they were modern tombs. After measuring carbon-14, I determined that they were left by ancient people about 6,000 years ago. The higher you go up the cave, the more stone tools and bone tools are buried with you."
Thorpe flipped through the photos faster and faster, and after about five minutes, he put down all the photos.
Knowing that Zhang Jing was a treasure hunter, Thorpe went straight to the point and asked, "What is the current situation of this tomb group? How much do you plan to sell it for?"
"I have purchased ten kilometers of land around the tombs. You can quote the price yourself. The old rule is that you only have one chance to make an offer. There is no justice in the transaction." Zhang Jing looked sincere and a little timid, "I can't afford to offend you."
Thorpe, who has handsome features and a slicked back hair, understood that Zhang Jing wanted to maximize his profits without getting into trouble, so he set up the "one quotation opportunity" rule.
Therefore, if he is not satisfied with the price he gives, Zhang Jing will decisively abandon the transaction and find another buyer.
After thinking for a while, Soputi said righteously, "I have two quotes, one: 25 million yuan, and two: 1 yuan, plus a permanent 10% handling fee to help you launder money."
"I choose..." Zhang Jing was stuck. He originally wanted to choose money, but found that the second condition was also very good, or even better.
After thinking for seven or eight seconds, Zhang Jing chose purely, "I choose the first one."
Thorp understood that Zhang Jing was worried about being exposed, so he simply took the money directly. He could see it, touch it, pay the taxes honestly, and don't have to worry about not being able to sleep at night.
Thorpe paid the check on the spot, and Zhang Jing immediately took the client to the tombs to hand over the work without any ink.
Just when Zhang Jing asked Lao Daijin to drive, Thorpe pointed to the S600 bulletproof car he was riding in and invited: "Take my car, we can be friends."
Zhang Jing did not refuse and sat in the back row with Thorpe.
It is indeed a high-end car. The interior, space, and grade are three or four levels higher than the x5 bulletproof car.
Then the convoy set off, with Thorpe's six-car convoy leading the way and Old Dakin driving behind.
"I'm following the Seattle Derby," Thorpe chatted in the car. "Your horse performed very well. It will do well in the finals."
The Seattle Cup final is the day after tomorrow. "Big Star" is taken care of by trainer Aigis, veterinarian Ruth, jockey Haifa, video operators Irina, and Dillon. Zhang Jing is very
Don’t worry, you should eat and drink as you should. ..
What's more, the Seattle Cup is only the first of the four major horse racing events. He will be busy until the end of August. Zhang Jingcao is worried that he can't help, so he might as well lie down.
"Don't insist on results." Zhang Jing has already looked away whether he can get good results in the finals. As long as the big star is safe and free from injuries, "Mr. Thorpe is a pentathlon athlete, so he must be very good at equestrian."
"I'm not a racing jockey, dressage, or jumper."
"Wow," Zhang Jing said in a nice way, and continued the conversation, "Then the requirements for horses must be high, right?"
"Yes, thoroughbred horses are best, as they have better jumping power."
I feel envious. How rich do you have to be to treat a thoroughbred horse as a toy? So far, Zhang Jing has never seen anyone with a purebred horse, and there is none in Jennifer's stable.
Then again, Jennifer's horses are all racing horses, and she probably thinks that purebred horses are not cost-effective. If they fall and break a bone, one or two horses are fine. If they lose one every year, The landlord’s family can’t afford to be hurt, right?
As Zhang Jing and Thorpe chatted, the motorcade drove out of the farm and onto the interstate heading south.
The farm was still being watched, five cars had arrived and six had left, Krichay soon learned.
After being lucky enough to survive last night, Krichay reconvened his manpower to conduct surveillance on Kanfan Farm again. Because of the heavy losses, he became more careful this time, using multiple cars and changing people frequently for surveillance.
In this way, even the old Dai Jin did not notice it.
At the new command point, the big-eyed Krichai, who had dark brown skin, seemed to have had his head pinched, and looked like he hadn't showered for three days, drew the convoy's route on paper.
"Are they going to the city, to San Diego, to Mexico, or somewhere else?" Krichaj asked a group of his men, pointing to the map.
There were seventy-seven people under Krichay. Seven died on the first night, and seven more died on the second night. It seemed that there was a fight with the seven bars. There were still seven people in this warehouse, including himself. .
"Boss, what if Zhang Jing is not in the car?" someone asked suspiciously.
After thinking for two seconds, Krichay's gloomy face showed a confident expression, "One thing is certain, six vehicles drove into Kanfan Farm, and seven vehicles left. Except for the S600, the other six were all black x5. This It just shows that there is something wrong in Zhang Jing’s heart, he is afraid of us, that’s why it’s so troublesome to go out.”
Regardless of whether the logic was correct or not, a group of people accurately analyzed that Zhang Jing was in the motorcade.
Determine the target, then guess where the convoy will advance, and plan to intercept it in front, but because there are too many optional routes ahead, the debate is endless.
At this time, a small Indian who looked like a Dalit came up with an idea and said, "What's the use of guessing Zhang Jing's route? If you have to prepare for an interception in a hurry and risk being arrested by the police, why don't you wait?" Will he lay an ambush on his return journey?"
A word woke him up, and the space became silent for an instant.
