Because there is no one to accompany you.
Zhang Jing had been away for a week, and there were more than fifty people chatting with Silan. If someone with a bad conscience kidnapped her, it would be even more troublesome.
We originally planned to stay in Cyprus for a few days, and also planned to take Slan to Berlin for treasure hunting.
Now I have decided to go back to Los Angeles.
While Zhang Jing was flying in the sky, the German-born Aher followed Thomas and landed in Berlin.
"Dear," Aheldessi asked her boyfriend during the immigration process, "Why did you come to my home country?"
"Before the persecution of World War II, a famous painting hidden by a wealthy Jewish man was somewhere in Berlin." Thomas liked the young, beautiful and perfect Acher, and he basically didn't hide anything. ..
soon.
Less than three hours after Zhang Jing landed in Los Angeles, he had just sent Silan home when he received a Facebook message from Ahel.
Know that Thomas is looking for "Prince Carlos and a Dwarf" by Diego Velazquez in Berlin.
Search for a certain song.
Diego Velazquez was a Spanish medieval painter who was born in 1599 and died in 1660. At the same time, the Dragon Kingdom was in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.
His main achievements are: the first great painter in the history of Spanish painting.
There is no need to hesitate, no need for more information, just follow behind to pick up the missing items, Zhang Jing sets off immediately.
This time there is no need to fly around, just go directly to the place.
It felt a bit cold when I landed, and it was only 14 or 15 degrees at 1 o'clock in the afternoon.
It should be fate.
Because there was a strike going on at Brandenburg Airport, Zhang Jing was not supposed to meet Tyler Ortiz, but he was forced to go through immigration together.
Surprisingly, the 1.85-meter-tall Penelope, an elementary school teacher she met in a Madrid nightclub, was also there, following Ortiz.
"Good evening," Zhang Jing took the initiative to greet Penelope, "Long time no see."
Penelope did not expect to meet Zhang Jing. She put down her backpack, spread her arms and hugged him, "Why are you here?"
"Traveling," Zhang Jing explained, "I just have time."
"Didn't you say you raise cattle at home?" Penelope, who is 1.85 meters tall, looked at Zhang Jing and asked interestingly, "Why do you have so much time?"
"The ranch is in Kings County, Texas," Zhang Jing said, half truthfully and half falsely. "He went bankrupt due to mad cow disease, and now he is picking up treasures instead."
"Collecting treasures?" Tyler Ortiz interrupted unconvinced, "To say you are grabbing treasures is putting it mildly."
"Don't slander me," Zhang Jing looked at Taylor Ortiz, a girl who looked exactly like Hepburn. "I am a serious treasure hunter. When I pick up treasures, I just do whatever comes my way. I never fight or grab them."
"What are you doing in Berlin?" Tyler Ortiz asked seemingly unintentionally.
"I have too much money to spend," Zhang Jing looked swollen, "I plan to buy a castle."
It's actually bullshit.
He earned 800 million yuan from selling the 666 ranch and paid a deposit of 500 million yuan to buy a boat.
The remaining 300 million yuan will be earned from gambling. The 600 million yuan will be used to acquire two or three pharmaceutical companies. If there is any leftover, it will be used to inject capital into the trading company.
In addition, he still owes a loan to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China.
However, generally speaking, Zhang Jing now has a lot of debts and has no worries. The bank will also give gifts during holidays and festivals. If he gets sick, the bank will help make an appointment for a specialist clinic.
However, although Zhang Jing has no money, Tyler Ortiz believes that Zhang Jing is a rich man.
At least richer than the Madrid royal family.
Feeling envious in his heart, Tyler Ortiz said, "I'll sell you some information in exchange for an oil painting of the Thirteenth Generation."
"Tell me about it." Zhang Jing looked casual.
"A bronze vessel in the shape of a dragon and a phoenix, about two meters high and one meter wide, in the hands of a private individual."
"You always get one thing wrong," Zhang Jing corrected him, "I am a treasure hunter, not a bad person;
What you said is a good thing. If I want to exchange it, the other party will definitely knock my bones and suck out my marrow. "
Tyler O
Ertis was slightly startled and realized that their butts were different and their stances were also different.
The simple understanding is that she works for the country and Zhang Jing works for himself.
"Let's do this," Zhang Jing changed the topic, "You give me that phoenix-shaped bronze vessel, and I will pay you 1-3 oil paintings depending on its specific value."
If someone else said this, Tyler Ortiz would be dismissive, but Zhang Jing is famous for his good reputation.
Thinking of the three oil paintings in Zhang Jing's hands, they were not only painted by her ancestors, but also painted by Picasso himself. It's not a loss in any case!
However, it was also not easy for her to trade the phoenix-shaped bronze.
After thinking briefly, Taylor Ortiz extended his hand forward, slightly raising his beautiful chin and white neck, "That's it!"
Zhang Jing stretched out his hand to hold her hand, and looked at Penelope, who was 1.85 meters tall next to him, "Why are you together?"
Penelope, who had long dark brown hair, introduced, "I work for Miss Taylor now."
Zhang Jing nodded.
"By the way," Tyler Ortiz seemed to have thought of something, "Which hotel are you staying in?"
"not decided."
"Let's take a ride together," Tyler Ortiz invited, "We've booked the Hans A Boutique Hotel."
"Well."
Zhang Jing disliked it, saying it was a boutique hotel, but in fact it was a mid-range hotel. He usually stayed at the Dushu Hotel.
"What's wrong?" Taylor Ortiz asked.
Zhang Jing shook his head, "It's okay."
Tyler Ortiz certainly has it.
Because there was a strike going on, the immigration process was very slow and tedious, and it took a full three hours to clear customs.
Take a taxi for about ten kilometers and arrive at the hotel in the evening.
The hotel is built near a football training camp, only ten kilometers away from the city.
Because of the advance reservation, Taylor Ortiz and Penelope, who is 1.85 meters tall, went back to the room first.
Zhang Jing was slow and needed to book a room on the spot.
There is a room on the seventh floor. This is a standard room with two 1.5-meter large beds.
After a brief tidying up, Penelope, who is 1.85 meters tall, asked for leave from her boss and said, "I'm going to find Zhang Jing. If anything happens, call me."
"It's not worth it," Ortiz advised his old classmate. "He has many girlfriends. You have also seen the news about him in Bangzi. He is really a playboy."
"It doesn't matter," Penelope, who is 1.85 meters tall, shook her head slightly, "Everyone gets what they need."
Seeing that he couldn't persuade him anymore, Ortiz said: "Please do something for me..."
Zhang Jing lives on the fifth floor. He just put down his backpack when there was a knock on the door. It was Penelope who was 1.85 meters tall.
No need to say anything, the sword is sheathed!
From evening to midnight, the moon rose high outside the window, and Zhang Jing called the front desk to order food.
The result was embarrassing. The hotel did not provide food delivery to the room, and there was no food at all.
"Forget it," Penelope advised thoughtfully, "I'm not hungry. Eat more for breakfast tomorrow."
Zhang Jing nodded and could only do this.
The moonlight shone on the bed, and as they hugged each other, Penelope asked Zhang Jing slowly, "Do you want to know who the private person is who owns the phoenix-shaped bronze?"
Zhang Jing was slightly startled.
Of course he wants to know, but if Penelope tells her, doesn't that mean she's betraying Taylor girl?
Think about Taylor chick, although she is annoying, she has always had a straight ass, working hard for the Madrid royal family and never slacking off.
I want three oil paintings pitifully, and I would give everything except money, even the poses, but I have always been unable to get them.
The hard work paid off, and now I finally have the opportunity to exchange for three oil paintings.
But if Zhang Jing were to know who owns a phoenix-shaped bronze vessel that is 2 meters high and 1 meter wide, Taylor Girl might not have a chance.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jing shook his head, "Forget it."
It’s impossible to reap all the benefits, and you can’t push others into desperation, otherwise the consequences may be disastrous.
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