The farm was too far away. After leaving the airport, Zhang Jing returned to No. 1550 on the north side of the track.
Because of the summer vacation, Wang Sisi was as energetic as if she had taken morphine all day long.
Either singing, watching movies, working out, going shopping, checking out gourmet restaurants, no leisure during the day, and no sleep at night.
She's just a problem girl.
No, Zhang Jing came back at midnight, and Sansi (Wang Sisi, Fan Simin, Silan) was playing skewers and watching TV.
I don’t know what I’m looking at, but the cutting table cuts very fast.
"Uncle," Wang Sisi jumped up from the sofa and hugged Zhang Jing warmly, "Why are you here suddenly?"
"I came to see if you stayed up all night."
Wang Sisi stuck out her tongue, "I'm very good. I come back as soon as the sun goes down. I don't dare to hang out outside at night."
"Go to bed early," Zhang Jing urged, "don't be too late."
Sansi looked at each other silently, wanting to ask: "How to sleep?"
Zhang Jing ignored them and went straight to the underground spa room. He wanted to steam himself and take a shower.
While Zhang Jing was enjoying the spa treatment, some people interested in Shepsut's mummy and funerary objects were trying to figure out how to get it.
First of all, eliminate robbing, because in Xiangjiang, it is really impossible to rob.
The rest can only be purchased, but how many people can afford it?
The answer is a bit surprising, many people can afford it.
When Xu Zehong announced his quotation in Xiangjiang, he immediately received many strange quotations.
Someone quoted a small target of 8 billion yuan, and the money was transferred from Credit Suisse, but they requested that it be announced as a donation and that the true transaction price be kept secret forever.
Some people can only give half the price, but promise the seller's children, children's children, for five consecutive generations, Ivy League schools to choose from.
There is also a model that can only be given half the price, and the bonus is that a certain young model comes to your home, who refers to who, and can be replaced every month, with a service life of up to fifty years.
The toughest person is Lao Sha. He gives me a small target of 100 meters for real money. He is a real person without any fuss.
For Zhang Jing, of all the various offers, his favorite is of course Lao Sha, and the others are all false.
Xu Zehong called at three o'clock in the morning, and Zhang Jing made a reservation directly for Lao Sha.
Less than half an hour after hanging up the phone, Xu Zehong called again, "The mysterious rich man is willing to bid 10.1 billion yuan, but the condition is to keep the transaction price confidential."
Zhang Jinghehe, someone has grabbed it, "Tell Lao Sha, someone has a small target of 11 billion yuan."
"Isn't this too greedy?" Xu Zehong asked on the phone.
Zhang Jingsleep complained in a daze, "To them, money is just paper. We are poor, and we can only take it once."
Xu Zehong understood. He made a temporary appearance as an auctioneer, causing trouble on both sides. The final price was set at a small target of 130 meters.
Successfully sold to a mysterious rich man in a big country.
The money was transferred from Credit Suisse Bank to the head office of China Commercial and Industrial Bank, just in time to repay the loan.
Shepsut's mummy and all the burial objects were not left behind, and they all landed on the Xiangjiang River.
At the same time, Xu Zehong announced in a high profile that this transaction was a free donation, a friendly gift, and no money was required.
Donating means no tax.
Before this, Xu Zehong never dreamed that he had been urging people to donate, but he did not expect that the "actual" donation would be successful, which would be regarded as fulfilling a wish.
The night passed.
After learning that the deal had been reached, Zhang Jing felt that the burden on his shoulders suddenly lightened, and the loan was finally paid off.
Talk.
The mysterious rich man who bought Shepsut’s mummy is really rich, and that’s a small target of 130 meters.
This made Zhang Jing doubt for the first time whether the rich list was reliable? ? ?
Without thinking about troublesome things, Zhang Jing decided to go to the Valley of the Kings again.
Previously, I was searching for the sixth pharaoh of the 18th Dynasty, and unexpectedly found the female pharaoh Shepsut whose historical traces had been erased. Chinese website
The treasure found in the tomb of a female pharaoh can make you rich. If you find the uncle who killed you
, the sixth pharaoh who loves money as much as his life, must be quite surprised, right?
Just when Zhang Jing got into the car and was about to go to the airport, the treasure hunting system suddenly sent a prompt.
"The tomb of the sixth pharaoh of the 18th Dynasty has been found, and the mission is over."
Zhang Jing: "..."
There was a news report three hours later.
An archaeological team headed by Harrison Jones, an archaeologist from the Wuji Kingdom, announced that they had found the tomb of the sixth pharaoh, and that the property in the tomb was initially estimated to exceed 100 billion yuan.
After seeing this news, Zhang Jing was stunned on the spot. He was in a good mood, but suddenly he felt bad.
But there is nothing we can do. According to the news introduction, Harrison Jones found the tomb of the sixth pharaoh largely by chance.
It's like a tomb within a tomb, very well hidden.
The point is, Zhang Jing couldn't enter the area where he found the tomb within the tomb. It was a construction site with many cameras.
With a calm mind, Zhang Jing chose to comfort himself by eating and drinking with his girlfriend.
After pushing the door open and getting out of the car, Qu Xiaoqing called when he was about to leave the garage.
On the phone, Qu Xiaoqing went straight to the point, "There is a second-generation African-American rich man who is pursuing Leiya."
"Falling in love is Leya's freedom." Zhang Jing reminded Qu Xiaoqing.
"The other party follows her every day and deliberately creates various encounters. It was nothing at first, but now Leya feels that she is being harassed and she needs help."
"Where is Leia now?"
"She and I were in the Hermès store on Rodeo Drive, and that guy came again and was waiting at the door."
Zhang Jing got back into the bulletproof car and walked along the winding road inside the community. Fifteen minutes later, he arrived at the entrance of the Hermès store on Rodeo Drive.
A very energetic African-American guy was leaning on his red Chevrolet convertible on the roadside.
Holding a large bouquet of pink roses in her hands, she was waiting for Leya to come out of the store.
"Brother," Zhang Jing stepped forward to say hello, "your behavior already constitutes harassment."
"Who are you?" the African-American boy looked into Zhang Jing's eyes and asked.
"I am Miss Leya's friend. She asked me to come over and she has already explained everything. Give up."
Hearing what Zhang Jing said, the African-American boy refused and shook his head, "I truly love Miss Leya. No one can stop me from pursuing her, not even you."
"This is not courtship," Zhang Jing reminded, "but harassment."
"I'm not harassing anyone," the second-generation African-American rich man denied, "but it's you who is harassing me here."
It's over, it's over, good words can't persuade you to die.
"Who is your father?" Zhang Jing asked, worried about offending someone he couldn't afford to kill.
"This is private," the African-American young man refused to answer. "If you still harass me here, I will call the police."
Zhang Jing took a step back and turned around to enter the Hermès store, where Qu Xiaoqing and Leiya were trying on clothes.
I secretly sigh that these two chicks are rich.
The prices here are very high, the price is clearly marked, and any piece of clothing costs more than 1,000 yuan.
"Is that guy gone?" Qu Xiaoqing asked.
"No," Zhang Jing shook his head, "Still at the door."
Qu Xiaoqing was speechless.
"He is the grandson of the Los Angeles County judge in charge of traffic violations. His father is a building materials businessman."
Leya said with a helpless expression, "I just came back from the underworld, and he started following me and creating all kinds of scary surprises. One of them was pretending to be a robber to confess his love."
Although I don’t want to curse, I have some non-ape brain circuits, really! What the hell! very special!
"I don't want to fall in love with a psychopath," Leya said distressedly, "It's too dangerous. Please help me find a way."
Zhang Jing nodded to express his understanding. Normal people are fine, but when encountering someone like this, all he can say is - unlucky.
