Because of the grounding, the affairs of Ocean Slope can only be left to the girlfriends and employees.
Zhang Jing stayed in the hotel with peace of mind, waiting for Barbie to come back in the evening.
"Boss," Barbie poured herself a sip of ice water, "The property rights of the riverside castle belong to the local government, and the price is 280,000 pounds;
The condition is that in the next five years, at least 2.8 million pounds will be invested in maintenance and renovation; the sale and purchase agreement has been signed this afternoon, and the formal property rights will be obtained after paying taxes tomorrow. "
Zhang Jing wondered, "Why do local government officials take off their pants and fart like this?"
"This is for home buyers," Barbie said. "Not only does it save a lot of taxes, but the renovation cost of 280 pounds can also create many jobs."
After thinking for three or four seconds, Zhang Jing understood that rather than giving profits to house buyers, it would be better to give profits to ordinary people, so that everyone can have a job and allow commercial building materials and household appliances to circulate.
It's considered well-intentioned.
"Boss," Barbie asked curiously, "Why did you buy a house in London? Do you plan to live there for a long time in the future?"
"I don't know when the ban will be lifted," Zhang Jing said nonsensically. "If the ban is ten or twenty years, I have to make my stay more comfortable."
Barbie nodded, "After I get the property rights tomorrow morning, I'll find a renovation design company."
"Need not."
Zhang Jing has no intention of decorating or renovating at all, and he has no intention of asking for 280,000 pounds. He made an excuse:
"I plan to find an excellent design company from Citi. You don't have to worry about this matter. After you get the property rights, you can just go back to Los Angeles."
Barbie didn't know what her boss was thinking. She finished the work the next morning and flew away at noon.
After obtaining the property rights, Zhang Jing quit the chef team, drove a rented luxury car, and brought the temporarily purchased tools, tents, food, and water to the old castle by the river thirty kilometers north of the city.
An old military castle built three hundred years ago to guard a strategic location on the river bank.
When it rained heavily, Zhang Jing parked the car in the yard and jogged into the castle.
Because it was in disrepair for a long time, the interior was severely rotted, with moss growing on the floor, walls, and ceilings, and spider webs hanging in many places.
Passing through the front hall, the space behind is the main hall.
It is similar to the place where military meetings were held in the Middle Ages. It is sunken and has three steps.
This kind of architectural structure continues to this day, such as the classrooms of open classes and the places where some Western parliamentarians meet.
Putting out smart beans to look out for the wind, Zhang Jing walked to the center of the rotunda.
The metal is visible, and there are good things fifteen or six meters below my feet, and there are a lot of them.
If you knock against the floor and there is no hollow sound, it means that the entrance is very thick, otherwise things will not be hidden under the floor.
Not wanting to destroy the original appearance, Zhang Jing tried to find the mechanism and then quietly took away the valuable items.
He lay on the ground and searched back and forth, but there was no result for an hour, and no result for two hours, until Smarty Bean barked, and Zhang Jing jumped up from the ground.
moment.
A woman wearing a raincoat came to the courtyard of the castle, stood behind the car, and shouted towards the entrance of the castle, "Is there anyone there?"
Zhang Jing stood at the door like a ghost and looked at the woman in the rain quietly.
"Hello," the woman said looking forlorn, "I was riding by here, can I take shelter from the rain and stay here for a day?"
"no."
The woman was slightly startled, she didn't expect Zhang Jing to be so cold.
"Ah," the woman rubbed her nose, "I've caught a cold and can't continue walking. Please take me in for a day."
Zhang Jing didn't know whether the woman had a real cold or a fake one. Considering that it was raining, he agreed to allow her to come in and rest.
The woman was excited when she got permission, "My car is outside, I'll ride it in."
The woman was riding a lady's version of a pink Harley motorcycle, carrying a lot of luggage, and looked like she was professionally wandering around for a long time.
After carrying her luggage indoors in the rain and thoughtfully putting on a raincoat for her motorcycle, the woman finally stopped busy and had a chance to talk to Zhang Jing.
"My name is Faye White, are you the castle owner?"
Zhang Jing has a ball of black hair. Barbie said before that there is an African-American tongue-twisting singer named "Kanye", and here comes another "Master".
Deliberately taking advantage? ? ?
"Jack, I am the castle owner," Zhang Jing inquired, "Where do you plan to go?"
"I started from Edinburgh and planned to cycle around the British Isles.".z.br>
At the head of Zhang Dingding, the main island of England is very small. Compared with riding in Dragon Kingdom, a trip around the island is not worth mentioning.
"Wow!"
Faye White's eyes brightened when she learned that Zhang Jing was the castle owner, "Reforming this castle owner is a time-consuming and expensive job. You are great."
A fake smile appeared on Zhang Jing's face, "You go to the tower to set up a tent and rest, and don't disturb me."
Faye White pointed to the inside of the castle, "Is there a staircase to get there?"
Zhang Jing nodded.
After Master Fa left, leaving Smart Dou guarding the stairs, Zhang Jing moved his daily necessities from the car into the main castle hall, and then continued to look for the entrance to the secret room.
Zhang Jing didn't want to use a bomb just in case. There might be valuable porcelain underground, and it would be a pity to shatter it.
If it is a rare vase used by Qianlong or Yongzheng, it can turn your intestines green.
The rain stopped from morning to evening. Standing in the middle of the huge main hall, Zhang Jing felt desperate. It seemed that he was only qualified to do menial work and use bombs.
At this time Smart Bean barked twice.
Then, when he was about thirty years old, he changed his clothes, his brown hair was neatly combed, and he was in high spirits, and he found Zhang Jing again.
"Would you like to prepare dinner together?" Faye White looked into Zhang Jing's eyes and asked tentatively.
Zhang Jing agreed, he just needed a rest.
"I'm going to the yard to collect firewood." Faye White took the initiative to take on the tiring work, then turned around and ran out.
Zhang Jing picked up a few stones and simply built a stove around it, with a wooden frame built on top.
Faye White brought a kettle to boil water for coffee; a small pan fried eggs and heated pork chops and slices of bread.
A simple dinner is quickly prepared.
"Where are you from?" Faye White held a lunch box and chatted while chewing bread.
Because he wanted to do bad things and could not embarrass a big country, Zhang Jing pretended that his English was not good and said vaguely, "I am Asian."
"I am from the Yin Kingdom. I grew up in Edinburgh and worked in London for two years." Faye White looked talkative. "Do you like the Yin Kingdom?"
"It's neither like it nor hate it. There are good people and bad people in a place," Zhang Jing said with a smile on his face, "I've met both kinds of people in London."
Faye White was slightly startled, "I'm sorry, my compatriots gave you a bad experience."
"It doesn't matter," Zhang Jing smiled and shook his head, looking open-minded, "I usually don't make enemies with others."
I added in my mind: "If you have a grudge, you will always avenge it on the spot."
Faye White nodded, and like a magic trick, he took out a small metal pot from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Jing, "Whiskey."
"I do not drink."
When she first arrived in Seattle, Ding Jiaqi emphasized not to drink from strangers; even people she knew should remain appropriately vigilant.
As a result, Zhang Jing turned a deaf ear to these words, and was soon fascinated by Zhou Manmiao.
Fortunately, Zhou Manmiao didn't ask for much. If he had his intestines cleaned or his kidneys cut, the consequences would be disastrous.
Zhang Jing refused to drink, so Faye White unscrewed the lid and took a big sip himself.
While Zhang Jing and Master Fa were having dinner together, Luke Xiao, the head of the security police who was responsible for investigating the murder of the black referee and Big Beard, was in his garage at this moment.
Look at the six friends in front of you.
Luke Xiao, who had fought in Ah Mou Khan, said angrily: "Those officials don't care, we can't care. Jack Zhang is in the castle by the river now, what do you think we should do!"
"Crush his little bird!" A fat man about two meters tall clenched his fist loudly.
A tall and thin one
A man licked his lips frantically, "cut his trachea and drank his blood."
"Even if a Yin countryman is at fault, a foreigner cannot bully him," a strong woman said fiercely, "Break his bones into pieces one by one!"
