"Did you sell 'The Prince and the Dwarf'?" Ortiz asked on the phone.
"it's me."
"I thought..."
Zhang Jing intercepted Ortiz's words and said, "The price offered by Mr. Hamad is too high to refuse."
There was silence for a long time, only the sound of breathing could be heard, and then Ortiz hung up the phone on his own initiative.
Ignoring Ortiz, Zhang Jing drove back to Gate 1501 from the airport. At this time, he felt more and more something was wrong, so he called Penelope, a 1.85-meter-tall primary school teacher.
"Miss Penelope, what's going on with your boss now?" Zhang Jing asked worriedly.
Penelope said with a worried tone: "She is packing her luggage and plans to go to Netal."
"Don't waste time," Zhang Jing complained, "She has no money."
"Hamad hinted that she planned to trade her body."
"Haha..." Zhang Jing smiled happily, "She is worth 6 million yuan??"
"Hamad thinks she's worth it," Penelope said in a weak and helpless tone, "Can you help her, at least don't take advantage of others."
"Ortiz's character is too paranoid," Zhang Jing complained. "If it doesn't matter just once, I'm afraid she will treat me like a cash machine endlessly from now on."
"No," Penelope explained, "I know Ortiz."
It hurts to give him money, but if he doesn't help, Zhang Jing is worried that he will regret it. "The oil painting sold for 6 million yuan, please send me Ortiz's account number."
Thanks, Penelope hung up the phone excitedly.
He looked at his immediate boss and old classmate and said, "You guessed it right, Zhang Jing is willing to help."
Ortiz smiled and still remembered that when he met Zhang Jingyi in the parking lot of Dahua Supermarket in Long Beach, he actually let out a dog to snatch her bag.
Then someone performs the hero's trick of saving the beauty.
"This is not a long-term solution," Penelope worried. "I'm worried that you will take advantage of his kindness. This is the first time, will there be a second time?"
Ortiz was silent.
"There are many cultural relics scattered outside Madrid," Penelope advised with good intentions, "you can't bring them all back."
"This is my responsibility," Ortiz defended.
Penelope retorted, "You know in your heart that this is not your business alone, and you can't be perfect."
Ortiz had a tangled expression on his face.
Zhang Jing didn't know that Ortiz was convinced that love at first sight was true, and Hepburn's reappearance was too stunning.
Received the bank account number and forwarded it to Barbie, asking her to transfer 6 million yuan.
Because he knew Ortiz and knew that she was reluctant to part with oil paintings and had no money, Zhang Jing was mentally prepared to lose 6 million yuan.
Shaking his head and not thinking about stupid things, Zhang Jing pushed open the black iron door No. 1501.
Behind the gate is a green brick pavement, followed by a ten-meter-diameter pool and fountain, with gardens on both sides.
In a place where there is drought and water shortage, having such a fountain at home is both luxurious and extravagant.
However, this is not Zhang Jing's fault. There is a fountain when he bought it. It can only be said that the previous owner had no morals, no humanity, and wasted water resources.
Around the fountain, twenty meters behind is the main house of the villa.
"Miss Edgar, please take Jin Zhou's wife and children to the dormitory."
Like all residences north of the tracks, No. 1501 has employee quarters.
The employee dormitories of large-sized houses are usually located at the edge of the backyard; the employee dormitories of small-sized houses are usually located on the negative floor with a patio. .z.br>
Edjia Ying left with Kim Wednesday's 15-year-old wife and eight-year-old son.
Zhang Jing led his adopted daughter to push open the high hall door of the main villa.
In early June, Ding Jiaqi was already on vacation. When Zhang Jing arrived, she and Katie were practicing yoga in the gym.
Ding Jiaqi didn't know that Zhang Jing and Yunique were back today, so she put away her stretching exercises and stood up from the floor mat.
First, hugs, hugs to my boyfriend, and hugs to my adopted daughter.
Katie wanted a hug too, but only a gentle one, very sensible.
"Did it go well?" Ding Jiaqi asked with concern.
"smoothly."
Zhang Jing thought about the Solomon land dispute, the car accident in the Xiangjiang Tunnel, Yunique's injury in Melbourne, and the Japanese wastewater trip, and he said with relief, "Everything is fine."
Then Ding Jiaqi looked at Yunique, knowing that she was injured, and hugged the girl again.
Just when Zhang Jing was celebrating his return with a full load, the person standing opposite him was in bad luck.
First, Huang Youfeng and Yang Wei couple.
Ever since they learned that their partner, Qiandao State Senior Police Inspector Feidi, was shot dead in front of their home, the two of them had been terrified, afraid to go out, and were stuck at home every day.
Worried that they would be next, I learned from the experience and after a period of consideration, decided to move to Los Angeles to avoid the limelight.
Followed by Liang Jieyang.
After a period of observation and testing, she determined that Zhang Mingyue was not the mastermind behind the plot against her.
The question is, who tricked her?
Just when I thought I would never know the answer, a video of Zhang Jing smashing a window to save someone went viral, and I watched someone bravely break the windshield with his fist, regardless of his own safety.
Although there is no evidence, it feels like it is someone somewhere.
The third one is to use Yunik to catch Zhang Jing’s stick.
Jin Zhou is in Melbourne. Because he has not fully recovered yet, this matter needs to wait.
The fourth wastewater trip.
One thousand tons occupies most of the mithril space. I originally planned to use it to cause destruction, but after getting it back, it was no longer needed.
It's miserable now. It only takes up space and has no place to throw it away.
You definitely can't dump this thing in your own land, right?
In addition to the above four things, Hetuo also already knew that because Harlins Iron Mine was obstructing them, their acquisition of Northern Mining failed.
But because they condoned the assassination of Zhang Jing, this incident was considered tit-for-tat.
at the same time.
Just when Zhang Jing arrived home, Tong Di saw the middle-aged woman who had put a gun to his head at the Long Beach Pier.
"Zhang Jing is back," Tong Di, who is 1.76 meters tall and has a smooth appearance, reported to the woman wearing big sunglasses. "I have been guarding the airport and saw him driving away from the car."
The middle-aged woman nodded, "This matter is over. You don't have to follow him anymore."
"Uh," Tong Di was dumbfounded. Didn't he agree to cooperate and kill Zhang Jing? "Then what should I do?"
"You are free." As she spoke, the middle-aged woman stabbed a ten-centimeter-long steel stick into Tong Di's heart.
Holding his chest and looking at the woman who passed by him and left, Tong Di opened his eyes in disbelief and decided to take revenge!
Yes, Tong Di was born with his heart on the right side and he did not die.
Accompanying Ding Jiaqi at home, Zhang Jing received a strange phone call two days after landing.
Half an hour later, I saw Tong Di in a guest room on the seventh floor of the Orbital South Garden Hotel.
After making sure there was no danger in the room, like he was sizing up rare species, Zhang Jing asked Tong Di, "What's going on? You actually asked me to meet. Do you know you're playing with fire?"
"I know," Tong Di said weakly, "I have information for you."
Zhang Jing was speechless, "I don't dare to ask for any information you have. Do you know all the grievances between us?"
"I know." Tong Di looked a little tired when he spoke.
Zhang Jing reminded Tong Di, "You and Sean Hu planned to kidnap Wang Sisi. This matter cannot be solved."
"It's okay," Tong Di insisted, "I'm willing to exchange information."
"We can't get married," Zhang Jing said, slapping Tong Di, "I swam with Fan Simin."
Tong Di felt strongly insulted, but still shook his head, "I have nothing to do with her."
Zhang Jingju was confused, what on earth had Tong Di experienced, could he tolerate this?
