After staying in Paris for two days, Zhang Jing returned to Los Angeles with his new employee Aher.
Under normal circumstances, Zhang Jing would not have any disputes with employees.
Aher is the exception.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhang Jing drove from the airport to Manor No. 1501 on the north side of the track.
After simply saying hello to Ding Jiaqi, Zhang Jing knocked on the door of Yunique's room on the second floor.
All rooms are suites, including the one used by Yunique, including a bedroom, bathroom, cloakroom, and study room.
Although they are not big, they have everything you need.
"Brother, are you okay with the injury on your face?" Yunique's voice was as calm as water. It had always been like this, a bit cold.
Looking at the girl, I really like her natural lantern bangs, which look earthy.
"It's okay, how are you doing?"
"It's okay," Yunique invited sideways, "Come in and sit."
Yunique is 17 years old this year and is not a little girl. Zhang Jing stood at the door without moving and asked with concern: "How is the Harlins Iron Mine?"
"Because I have offended the Dragon Kingdom, and the demand for iron ore is now low, the price cannot be increased, so I can only reduce production."
Offending Long Guo was a matter of his predecessor and related to commercial espionage.
It has nothing to do with Zhang Jing, so it seems that Wen Li has to be asked for this matter.
No matter what, Zhang Jing must be one of his own. Although he is outside, he has never cheated on his birthplace.
Not only was he not cheated, but he also sent back a lot of good things - although they were all paid.
"I will find a solution for this matter," Zhang Jing asked, changing the topic, "What about the acquisition of pharmaceutical companies?"
"Yang Jie is in Indy and is looking for high-quality pharmaceutical companies that are interested in selling."
Zhang Jing nodded and talked about the key topic: "Are there any projects that can be legally robbed recently?
"No," Yunique explained, "Harlins Iron Mine has just completed its privatization and owes a lot of loans to the bank, so I dare not move."
"Dare not move" means not daring to do things, not dare to act, not daring to gamble.
"Ahel is downstairs. She is a new employee," Zhang Jing introduced in detail. "She is of Germanic descent. She is beautiful. She likes an exciting life. She is loyal and available. She may be helpful to you."
Looking into her adoptive father's eyes, Yunique tilted her head slightly. As smart as she was, she didn't understand.
"What do you mean?" Yunique asked.
Zhang Jing directly reminded his adopted daughter: "She doesn't mind mistreating the sheets with others. She has good looks and can get business intelligence."
"...."
In one second, wonderful ideas came to Yunique's mind one after another.
The space was quiet for seven or eight seconds, and Yunique asked her adoptive father, "Are there more like this?"
Zhang Jing thought of Shibazaki, "I'll try."
Shibazaki is a tall and lanky guy who was originally Narumi Date's lackey.
He was said to be an assistant, but in fact his main job was to make pimps, find women in advance, and send them for medical examinations in advance. Later, he was tricked by someone into working alone.
At the same time, Shibazaki was watching TV at home in the Little Tokyo community just five minutes' drive from San Gabriel.
talk show.
Including the host and two experts, they are analyzing the case of an African family of three and their dog being hanged.
It was also mentioned that the family's missing 17-year-old son was a school bully.
The three people had various discussions.
What is certain is that because they were shot first and then hanged, this imitated the tradition of the Western Development Period and told people who did not know the truth that the family had offended someone they could not afford to offend.
The focus of the dispute is who is responsible for the destruction of this family of four.
The reason for the argument is that this family is all troublemakers, starting with the old father, a member of the Gray Gang who came ashore clean.
The old mother, an extreme Asian hater, was once videotaped innocently attacking Asian strangers on the street.
The 20-year-old daughter, whose autopsy was found to be poisonous, may also be selling flour for making bread.
The 17-year-old son, a school bully, collected protection money, beat classmates, and was confirmed to be selling flour.
They argued and argued, but no one could convince anyone. Instead, they came to a discussion: the family's death was not unjust.
However, Shibazaki had his own ideas. There were four members of the family, three died at home and one was missing.
He believed that it was most likely the missing 17-year-old school bully, someone he couldn't afford to offend, so he was kidnapped and tortured.
At this time, the phone rang, and Shibazaki picked up the phone to answer it.
"Good evening Mr. Zhang."
"Good evening," Zhang Jing invited, "Are you in Los Angeles?"
"Here I am."
"Do you have time now?" Zhang Jing invited, "Let's have a drink together."
"Yes," Shibazaki agreed readily, "How about Iccho Japanese cuisine in Melrose Place?"
"I'll go over now, it will take about half an hour."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jing quickly took a warm bath, changed his clothes, and drove out in the champagne-colored bull.
Just as Zhang Jing rushed to drink with Shibazaki, Thomas, who was in his sixties this year, returned to his residence at No. 2571 Wallingford Avenue in Beverly Hills.
His blood pressure spiked just after arriving home.
A group of more than 40 people were having a party in the backyard of his villa. The music was loud, wine bottles were everywhere, and there were men and women lying directly by the swimming pool doing exercises.
"Bang!" Thomas stepped forward quickly and kicked the speaker over.
The music stopped and everyone looked at him.
The young man who was lying on the side of the swimming pool and exercising put on his pants and hurriedly came ashore, "Dad, why are you back suddenly?"
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Thomas slapped his son in the face.
The others saw this and left.
"You are five years older than Zhang Jing," Thomas said angrily. "They pushed your father to the ground and beat him, but you only know how to play with women while drinking and drinking. What's the difference between you and a pig!"
"Are you scolding yourself?" the young man asked, covering his face.
Feeling like he was about to be pissed off, Thomas felt more and more that he needed to exercise. Women were unreliable, his son was unreliable, and he could only rely on himself.
But treasure hunting is not a one-person affair.
First, ten people died on Coco Island, and then Ahel was lost. He was in urgent need of a right-hand man.
There is no hope for the good-for-nothing son in front of him, and it is too late to have another child.
He can only look for the illegitimate son or daughter he once abandoned and see if he can find one who can beat him.
Zhang Jing didn't know Thomas was troubled and returned to Kanfen Farm the next day. Xu Zehong and Steve Nash were already waiting.
Steve Nash, 70 years old, white, with white hair, medium height, slightly fat.
I have appraised the scriptures of Constantine the Great and the horror sculptures. The advantage is that I have a strict mouth.
"His!"
Standing at the door of the garage, Xu Zehong gasped, "The big eagle emblem of the mustache!"
2 meters high, of course it's big.
Zhang Jing looked at the two experts and asked, "How much is it worth?"
"In 2006, an eagle emblem from a warship was salvaged off the coast of Uruguay. It was made of bronze and was two meters high. It had been soaked in sea water for more than 70 years. The auction price at that time was 55 million yuan."
Steve introduced: "This one is also about two meters long and is better preserved. If its provenance can be determined, its value may be higher."
Zhang Jing nodded and pointed at two oil paintings.
Looking at the two oil paintings, Steve grinned, as if he had encountered something weird.
