Zhang Jing did not go far, fearing that he would be picked off.
Quickly turn back, slow down the vehicle, place the muzzle on the car window, use the Aka 47 automatic rifle, kill the three unlucky guys from behind, then step on the accelerator and drive away, heading straight to the airport.
Although the car was stolen and although he was wearing a hood when he killed someone, Zhang Jing was worried about being arrested because he was not a professional, so he left simply.
Arriving at the airport later, the flight to Mexico City took off immediately, regardless of location, and landed five hours later.
Coincidentally, they were buying gun and bomb-making equipment, and Mike was also on a business trip to Mexico City. Zhang Jing stayed there for five days, and then the two flew to Houston.
The direct distance from Mexico City to Houston is only 1,200 kilometers, and it takes six hours to drive back to Ranch 666 after landing.
Everything else was fine, but Zhang Jing couldn't stand the faint smell of cow dung in the air. Imagine it was late November, and the temperature in the evening was only 4 or 5 degrees. Wouldn't it be fatal in summer?
City of Guthrie, Kings County.
Standing in front of the large building of the ranch headquarters, Zhang Jing complained, "It is indeed a city of cow dung. My nose feels itchy."
Carter, the head cowboy, introduced Zhang Jing from the side, "There are about 13 million beef cattle and dairy cows in Texas. Each cow produces about 10.4 tons of manure every year. The cow manure problem has always been a big problem."
"Fortunately, it is winter now, so the cow dung problem is not too serious. In the summer, the cow dung all over the mountains and fields will be exposed to the sun and trampled by the running cattle, and the cow dung dust will fly in the sky. I can't imagine that scene. .”
Zhang Jing was speechless. As expected, California was the most comfortable place.
California is the city with the largest number of Chinese people and one of the cities with the largest number of homeless people in the country. These are not accidental.
"Actually, the biggest feature of Texas is not raising cattle," Barbie was also at Ranch 666, composing for Zhang Jingke. "Aerospace and oil are the business cards of Texas. Maybe everything flowing down the ranch is black gold."
Zhang Jing: "..."
What are treasure hunters most sensitive to?
"Gold" is definitely one of the sources of sensitivity, whether it is yellow or black.
"Is there oil down here?" Zhang Jing asked uncertainly, pointing to the land under his feet.
"During the time of the previous rancher, there was no oil company that came to check, but it was probably not there," Carter said. "On the contrary, oil was discovered at the King Ranch next door. They had debts before, so they leased part of the land to the oil company for exploration."
He is a treasure hunter, loves money as much as his life, and has been crazy about poverty recently. When he heard that he was rich, Zhang Jing's mind was spinning like a supercomputer, and he had bad ideas in his mind in half a second.
"Establish an oil exploration company!" Zhang Jing's idea seemed to be wild and imaginative. "Apply for a mining license and let's give it a try."
Barbie:"..."
Mike: "..."
Carter: "..."
The boss's words were an imperial edict, and Barbie immediately went to implement them the next day, register an oil company, and apply for a mining license.
"Carter," Zhang Jing was having breakfast with the wild cowboys in the cafeteria, "How many cows are there at the King Ranch?"
"About 70,000 Simmental cattle they raise."
Zhang Jing was working on the steak while talking: "Prepare two and a half fans of beef for me. I will visit the King Rancher later."
"Oss, it's hard to talk to them," Carter Shanyi reminded, "you may come back without success."
"That's what's wrong with you," Zhang Jing blamed Carter. "People's hearts are made of flesh. As long as you do enough and be sincere enough, I believe you can get along well with them and even fall in love with each other."
Carter: "..."
"Beef is not allowed," Carter explained when he saw that the boss was serious. "All ranchers do not allow raw meat to enter their ranches for fear of infectious diseases."
"What does King Rancher like?" Zhang Jing inquired.
"I heard from the old cowboys that King Rancher Bean likes to drink. He hardly eats, so he is very thin."
"Prepare some more wine and a car," Zhang Jing decided. "We will set off after dinner. You go with me."
Carter should be.
Both ranches are partially located in King County, and it takes about 80 kilometers to get there in a winding way.
A very beautiful farm gate, with "kngrnch" written in large letters on an iron frame like an arch bridge, behind which are a large number of pasture area buildings.
"It's a very beautiful place," Zhang Jing spread his hands, and snowflakes fell in the air. He said lyrically, "I didn't realize before that besides money, I also like land."
Looking at the boss's back, Carter didn't know what to say. He knew that the boss was a noble person, but he didn't expect that he would be so noble that he would come to visit him with gifts after being robbed of five hundred cows.
Carter never dreamed that Zhang Jing not only brought gifts, but also brought D medicine.
At the same time, Bean, who is 1.9 meters tall and as thin as a hemp pole, learned that the owner of 666 Ranch came to visit with gifts.
This made him a little confused, thinking that the other party was going to cause trouble, but he had to meet him, otherwise he would think he was weak.
Unexpectedly, he was not that smart at all. Before Bean could reach the door, he saw an Asian waving to him from a distance with a warm smile on his face.
They don't look like enemies at all, but like old friends and long-lost brothers.
"Hello, Mr. Bean," Zhang Jing's image makes people feel friendly as he approaches, his smile makes people feel like a spring breeze, and his voice makes people feel good. "My name is Zhang Jing, one of the shareholders of 666 Ranch. Nice to meet you!"
"Hello," Bean stretched out his hand to hold Zhang Jing's hand in confusion, "Do you have a problem with me?"
"As a newcomer, it's normal to visit neighbors. In addition, I also want to ask you about how to raise cattle." After saying this, Zhang Jing walked to the back of the pickup truck and opened the tarp. "I asked Carter to prepare some wine. See if you like it?"
Bean was a heavy drinker, and he could tell at a glance that they were all good wines, and each bottle cost more than 50 yuan.
Seeing that Zhang Jing was not here to cause trouble, Bean, who was as thin as a hemp pole and looked a bit like a mouse, put on a fake smile on his face and said, "Please come in and drink coffee."
There are still more than two hundred meters from the gate to the ranch buildings, and there is a drive behind.
Entering the King Ranch headquarters, there are two rows of as many as 20 huge storage tanks, about thirty meters high and about four to five meters in diameter. They look nothing from a distance, but they are spectacular up close.
There are some conveying equipment installed under the storage tank, which can automatically take the material, pour it into the feed truck for mixing, and finally feed the cattle.
666 Ranch also has these, but not so many. They are mainly used for snow disasters in winter and can save the lives of cattle when there is no green grass. At other times, they are mainly used for grazing.
It seems that King Ranch is half-free range and half-captive, otherwise there would be no need for so many storage tanks.
However, these feeds will soon be no longer needed...
Bean didn't know that Zhang Jing was thinking something bad, so he invited the guests into a reception room of the ranch headquarters building and made him some steaming coffee.
The reception room is not big, about the size of an ordinary room. There is a strong smell of cigarette smoke. The ashtray is full of cigarette butts. The floor is dirty. There are several posters of beautiful women and bikinis of beach beauties hanging on the wall. The atmosphere is very cowboy.
"Why did Mr. Zhang buy the 666 Ranch?" Bean asked in chat.
"Help a friend," Zhang Jing introduced himself, "666 Ranch is not cheap. He doesn't have enough money alone."
"I also plan to buy the 666 ranch, but I don't have the money," Bean complained, "but that bastard Sheddan doesn't want to give me more time."
"So I keep destroying it so that others don't dare to buy it. It's really bullshit." He cursed in his heart, but Zhang Jing could still maintain a smile that was just right on his face. "It's just a coincidence."
"If you can," Bean shamelessly requested, "in a few years, when I have money, please sell me the 666 Ranch."...
"No problem," Zhang Jing looked unconcerned and pointed to Carter. "This is Mr. Carter, my cattle-raising technical advisor. We want to see how cattle are raised at King Ranch."
"This..." Bean immediately became hesitant, worried that Zhang Jing would cause damage, but after thinking about it, he nodded again, "Okay, it's just a little troublesome. I need to take a bath, wash my hair, change clothes, and disinfect. I hope you can able
understand. "
"Of course, they are all cattle farmers," Zhang Jing readily agreed, "I understand."
Bean nodded and personally drove the guests to the cowshed area deep in the pasture, where he saw a large gray building from a distance.
This makes Zhang Jing's legs a little shaky, and he is a little nervous for the first time. If successful, 70,000 beef cattle will be - collectively culled!
