Back to the farm it was dinner time and also a party to celebrate the addition of three new friends to the farm.
Zhang Jing met three new employees in the canteen of the Cowshed District.
"Willy Hernangomez, Spanish teacher, and his daughter and son," Barbie introduced, "Mr. Zhang Jing, our oss."
Spanish teacher, Barbie said he was 45 years old, looked over 50, about 1.8 meters tall, with a beard, a thin face, and big, sunken eyes.
"Hello oss, nice to meet you." Willy Hernangomez extended his hand forward as he spoke.
"Hello," Zhang Jing stretched out his hand and shook hands with the man, "Welcome, I hope you like Kanfan Farm."
Then Zhang Jing shook hands with Willy Hernangomez’s son and daughter respectively.
The next person, Barbie extended her hand and introduced, "Miss Sharon Ann Holt, Chinese teacher."
Looking at Sharon Ann Holt, she is actually thirty years old, but she looks about thirty-six or seventeen years old. She has three-dimensional facial features, big eyes, a medium-sized mouth, short brown hair, and is wearing a white round-neck shirt and black trousers. The image is very teacher.
"Good afternoon, oss, just call Ann." Sharon Ann Holt held out her hand to Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing reached out and shook hands with the woman, "An, welcome to join Kanfan Farm."
Next, we introduce the strong female warrior from Samoa.
"Miss Charlene Amoa, fighting coach" Barbie introduced.
Looking at Charlene Amoya, Zhang Jing didn't know how to describe her. She was about 1.75 meters tall, but she looked like a winter melon. I didn't mean it as a curse, it was really similar.
The woman was wearing a large gray vest, with both shoulders exposed. A normal woman would describe her shoulders as "exposed." Her shoulders were like a pig's butt, very wide, with a lot of flesh, and her arms were thicker than Zhou Manmiao's waist.
Another characteristic is that she has a large tattoo on her left shoulder, extending from her neck to her arm, like some kind of cultural totem.
Then there is her body, which looks like a beer barrel and has a "wide" feeling. new
Finally, back to the head, she has a big head, like a big pig's head. It's not a curse, it really looks like it.
The highlight is that she has a black instant noodle hairstyle, which reaches her back and is not tied up, just hanging loose.
Overall, Charlene Amoah doesn’t look like a woman, even though some people believe her when they say she is a man.
"Good afternoon, oss," Charlene Amoa said as she held out her hand carelessly, "I hope you won't fire me because of my appearance."
"No," Zhang Jing's words were polite and his image was kind. "Zheng Bing and Mattim are always very naughty. I hope they won't cause you any trouble."
Charlene Amoa quickly entered the role, "No, I love my job."
Zhang Jing believes that because Charlene Amoya has rich resume and outstanding achievements in the past, hiring her is not cheap.
Then dinner started. Because there were so many people, there were three staple foods: noodles, rice, and bread; the dishes were boiled vegetables, steak, beef balls, and offal; the drinks were freshly squeezed juices, and most of the food was produced on the farm.
Including rice and flour, even water and electricity.
Liang Jieshu and Zhou Manmiao were not at home, and Zhang Jing did not return to the dormitory after dinner. He took a car with pets to the third villa, planning to go to the basement vault to pour out the gold ore to make room.
On the way, I met Xu Jiu, who was running at night, with two bodyguards following her.
Slow down, change the headlights to smaller lights, and Zhang Jing drives to the front and stops.
"Good evening, Mr. Xu." Zhang Jing got out of the car and greeted the woman.
Wearing a gray sports suit, white running shoes, and long hair tied behind her back.
"Good evening," Xu Jiu looked like he had been running for a long time. His skin was pink and he was sweating a lot. "Manager Barbie said you were on a business trip in Thousand Island Country. When did you come?"
"afternoon."
"As I said before, I will give you a gift," Xu Jiu introduced. "It will arrive tomorrow. You can go directly to downtown Los Angeles to pick it up in person, or you can deliver it to the farm."
"No, no, no," Zhang Jing was surprised.
At that time, I thought she was just saying politely, "You don't need to give me a gift."
"Thank you for the Game Translation Station stock matter," Xu Jiu looked friendly, "I did make money, and it's not just a small amount. I want a gift to express my gratitude."
Unable to refuse and not wanting to owe a favor, Zhang Jing had an idea and said, "I also have a gift for you, it's in the car."
Xu Jiu didn't expect Zhang Jing to give him a gift, and watched the man return to the car to get it.
Zhang Jing did not prepare a gift for Xu Jiu in advance. He had to find it temporarily from Mithril Space. It was a piece of gold ore shaped like the moon, the size of a textbook. Because it contained gold and had a special shape, it looked like a work of art.
Bringing the gold ore to Xu Jiu, Zhang Jing introduced it, "It comes from an abandoned mine in Thousand Island Country. I picked it up by accident. It looked beautiful, so I brought it back and gave it to you."
"Wow," Xu Jiu opened his mouth in an O shape, "This is gold ore, it's naturally formed and looks very beautiful."
Taking the gold ore, Xu Jiu looked at it back and forth, up and down, and seemed to like it. "I plan to make a bracket for it and put it in the study. What do you think?"
"Good idea." Zhang Yi praised.
Guessing that Zhang Jing had something else to do, Xu Jiu didn't bother him much, and finally asked: "The gift I gave you will arrive tomorrow. Where should I send it to you?"
Zhang Jing guessed that Xu Jiu's gift could be delivered to his door or picked up by himself. He thought for a second and said, "Tomorrow at noon, help me deliver it to the Hilton Hotel north of the track."
Wang Sisi had already sent a message in the morning, and he had to go to Fan Simin's birthday party tomorrow night.
"Okay, go and do your work," Xu Jiu spoke smoothly and calmly, "See you next time."
Zhang Jing got in the car, drove along the cement road to the front yard of the third ruined villa, walked straight to the basement, and entered the safe.
The gold ore began to be poured out from the depths of the vault, retreating all the way to the door. There was so much gold.
He was too tired from flying, had not recovered from jet lag, and had no energy to drive back to the bullpen area. Zhang Jing chose to spend the night under a broken wall, taking out a sleeping mat and sleeping bag to make a bed on the floor.
Smarties, peas, black beans, little bears, and little sea lions gathered around and slept next to their owner.
Zhang Jing grew up with his grandfather when he was a child. As a child, he liked to sleep on straw piles and wheat straw piles.
After two years of treasure collecting experience in Xijiang, I have been sleeping in the wild for a long time. I prefer to sleep on the ground more than sleeping on the bed.
Pets seem to be the sustenance of the soul. Being next to them is a bit smelly and dirty, regardless of habits. For Zhang Jing, it is mainly for peace of mind, as if it can purify stress.
It can be thought that Zhang Jing has neurosis or neurasthenia. The cause is probably related to his tragic experience as a child and his fear of loneliness.
Of course, Zhang Jing's situation should be normal. He is under great pressure at work and envies those who eat delicious food.
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