Zhang Jing did not enjoy the four colors provided by Dateji Naru. After experiencing the tower incident, although that desire has not been reduced, it can be suppressed.
Afterwards, Kangxi was called, and the three of them went to the Cyclehotel&csno Casino in Bell Gardens to play from day to night.
Zhang Jing only made a small bet, betting a few yuan or a dozen yuan, and lost more than 3,000 yuan when he left at midnight.
Although I lost money, I had a lot of fun, eating, drinking and having fun, everything was available inside the casino.
Datejiru was very generous and lost more than 100,000. He was also very happy because when he left, he took away two girls who recognized him as their sugar daddy.
Kangxi and Zhang Jing were in similar situations, and seemed a bit stingy in spending money.
Watching Dateji Ming leave first, Kangxi, who weighs 200 pounds, looked envious, "The difference between me and Xiao Benzi is that we don't have a rich father."
Zhang Jing chuckled, changed the topic and asked, "How about you flip the house?"
Kangxi's job was to buy missing properties at low prices, renovate them partially or completely and then sell them. With hard work and good vision, he could earn an average of about 500,000 yuan a year.
Talking about the house, Kangxi looked around to make sure there was no one else around, and worried: "I bought a house last month, and there might be a body buried in the backyard."
"Why didn't you call the police?" Zhang Jing asked.
"Calling the police will cause the price of the house to drop," Kangxi said with a firm expression, "I plan to pretend I don't know and sell the house as soon as possible." New
Zhang Jing didn't say much. He could kill two strangers for a Gui weapon of unknown value. Kangxi's behavior was reasonable and there was nothing wrong with it.
"Let's go," Kangxi invited, "come to my house to have something to eat. I have a gift for you."
Zhang Jing nodded and accepted.
Kangxi had already sold the villa originally owned by Omar at 2455 Hannaford Avenue in Oxnard and now lives in a middle-class community in Irvine with a concentration of Asians.
Because the city is like a flat cake, the drive from Dragon Phoenix Casino to Irvine is about 70 kilometers, and it was already 1:30 in the morning when we arrived.
When he arrived at the place, Kangxi parked the car at the door and skillfully opened the living room door.
The classic rice-style wooden building is built in layers, and the interior is also a classic rice-style layout and decoration style.
"The previous landlord was a white man from the United States," Kangxi turned on the small light in the corridor and introduced Zhang Jing. "Because all the people living nearby are Asians, I sold the house and moved out."
Zhang Jing nodded to express his understanding.
Irvine is where the Asian middle class and rich people are concentrated, Humbigan is where the nouveau riche are concentrated, Orbital North is where white rich people are concentrated, and Orbital South is where successful people gather.
There are also Mexican-American concentrated areas, Bangzi City, Nanyue Street, African Street, Indian District, Needle Park, etc. There are many groups with distinct distinctions.
The above places are all in urban areas, and some of them are very dangerous, such as the Mexican-concentrated areas, so you have to walk around them.
The safest place is Beverly, which has the highest density of security police in the country. It also has the highest salary for security police in the country, with an average annual salary of more than 100,000 yuan.
The police will be dispatched within three minutes from both sides of the track at the latest, and most of the time it will be faster.
As for the Mexican area, as long as no one is killed, the police are lazy to deal with thefts and robberies, and they are too lazy to investigate. They only have a police certificate when they arrive, and they are left to find the insurance company.
"Come to the backyard with me, be careful of dogs." As he spoke, Kangxi picked up a metal detector.
"Woof! Woof!"
As soon as Kangxi finished speaking, a dog barked from the other side of the living room.
Following Kangxi through the living room, he came to the backyard corridor. There was a big dog here, so big that Zhang Jing was slightly surprised.
It stands more than 80 centimeters tall and weighs about 170 to 180 pounds. It has black, white and brown hair. Its body looks strong and it looks docile.
"This is a St. Bernard dog with a gentle personality. It is a companion and assistance dog," Kangxi hugged his pet dog. "I just gave birth to five babies before Christmas. It is a pity to sell them. If you want them, I will give them all to you."
"Yes," Zhang Jing readily agreed, "there are many on the farm.
Food, they can eat enough and run freely. "
After talking about dogs, Kangxi took Zhang Jing ten meters to the right of the backyard door at midnight, pointed to the underground and said:
"I accidentally detected metal underneath and thought it was something good. So I dug out the roof of the car and then backfilled it. I didn't dare to dig it out. There might be bodies inside."
Metal is visible, there are cars underground, pistol components, metal shoe buckles, and metal zippers.
"It's most likely a corpse," Zhang Jing analyzed from a normal angle. "I guess the car was the murder scene, otherwise the car wouldn't have been buried together."
"I think so too, so I don't dare to dig for fear of getting into trouble."
"Maybe there are good things in it," Zhang Jing reminded Kangxi.
"Please," Kangxi thought clearly, "even if there are good things, can my 200-pound body digest them?"
Zhang Jing Wan'er, he doesn't want to cause trouble, forget it.
Time flies to Thursday evening.
After being carefully dressed by Ding Jiaqi and wearing a relaxed suit, Zhang Jing, who is as handsome as the sea, drove to Bellaire.
Bel Air is located in west Los Angeles, a luxury residential area in the mountains.
Unlike the richest people in Beverly and the richest people in Humbigan, the people who live in Bel Air are very mysterious.
Each house is hidden behind high walls and woods, creating endless reverie.
Along the winding road up the mountain, Zhang Jing arrived at No. 638 Siena Road, where more than 20 luxury cars were already gathered at the door.
"Welcome," the wheat-colored Candela came to Zhang Jing in a blue dress, "How are you doing lately?"
"Fortunately," Zhang Jing said as he handed over the birthday gift prepared by Ding Jiaqi, a bottle of white wine produced on the farm, "Happy birthday."
"Thank you," Candela took the gift and handed it to the assistant beside her. "I will introduce you to new friends later."
Zhang Jing doesn't need new friends, but Candela means well and says sincerely: "I'm looking forward to it."
"Let's talk later."
Another guest arrived, leaving these words behind. Candela greeted a sky blue Lamborghini SV that had just arrived.
A woman got out of the car, a wheat-colored woman, about 1.68 meters tall, wearing a black sequined dress, evening gown, and black high heels.
The difference is that her dress is quite bold, with slits all the way to her thighs, V-chests all the way to her belly, and a large area of flesh-colored flesh in the air, which is very eye-catching.
Look again.
Black eyes, neck-length black hair, Western face, skin...not white nor tender, just average.
Judging from their appearance and skin alone, Ding Jiaqi and Wang Sisi both dumped strange women.
What can't be compared is that her clothing style is very sleek. If a man is not confident enough or rich enough, such a woman is really unstoppable.
Like a socialite, all the guests looked at the strange woman.
