Zhang Jing did not know the content of the chat between Ding Jiaqi and Liang Jieyang.
After enough thought he decided to go out and relax.
You don’t have to worry about things on the farm, you can just leave and drive a black BMW x5 bulletproof car from the garage.
The x5 looks ordinary on the surface, not ostentatious, not eye-catching, neither low-key nor high-profile.
However, less than three hours after Zhang Jing drove out, he just passed through Long Beach. After no contact for a long time, Noleta, a saggy-skinned treasure hunter, called.
"I found some good stuff," the woman asked seductively, "Are you interested?"
Zhang Jing was not interested in Noleta, but in good things. It happened that Long Beach was not far from her residence.
The engine roared, and an hour later Zhang Jing arrived at the door of Noleta's house.
A total of four luxury cars, two hard and two soft, were parked on the roadside and in the garage.
It can be seen that Noleta has been doing well recently.
Before opening the door and getting out of the car, Zhang Jing took out a box of chocolates as a gift from Mithril Space.
heard movement.
Noleta, whose skin was deeply tanned, was wearing a yellow vest and brown shorts. She came out to greet Zhang Jing with a cigarette in her hand.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
While speaking, Noleta opened her hands and wanted to hug Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing also opened his arms to hug each other, and they broke up immediately.
"Where did you find the good stuff?" Zhang Jing asked with concern.
"It's a good idea."
"What is it?"
Noleta put out her cigarette, remained mysterious for the time being, and waved to Zhang Jing.
Following the woman into the living room, her son was playing with toys in the living room. When he saw Zhang Jing, he happily jumped up from the ground and said hello, "Hello, brother."
"Hello to you," Zhang Jing handed the chocolate to the child, "How are you doing?"
"It's not good," the eleven-year-old boy complained. "I like living on the Kanfan farm instead of being fostered with someone's boyfriend while she's on a business trip."
Zhang Jing was speechless.
Noleta shrugged her shoulders and had nothing to say.
After briefly talking to the child, Zhang Jing followed Noleta to her tool room in the backyard.
After a brief look around, Noleta bent down and pulled out a safe from under the table, entered the password in front of her and opened it directly.
As the cabinet door was opened, Zhang Jing saw some cash, gold ingots, a pistol, and something wrapped in red cloth.
"You are looking down on me," Zhang Jing complained, "Aren't you afraid that I will rob you?"
Noleta shook her head seriously, "If there is one person worth trusting in this world, it must be you."
Zhang Jing applauded himself in his heart, Yue Buqun did a good job.
Nairobi Duxi Hotel, Indy Dharma Pillar incident, luckily we didn’t deceive the other party.
As she spoke, Noleta took out the object wrapped in red cloth from the safe, placed it in the palm of her hand and opened it.
Underneath the true face of Lushan Mountain turned out to be "book pages".
There are some ancient books that are yellow, withered, loose, and seem to break if touched lightly, with a total of about thirty or forty pages.
"What is this?" Zhang Jing asked.
"Part of the travelogue of Marco Polo written by Rustich has never been published," Noleta introduced. "Marco Polo once visited the East." Chinese website
Zhang Jing's brain immediately started working. Marco Polo seems to have died around 1324. Before that, he arrived in the capital of the Yuan Dynasty in 1275 and established a friendship with Kublai Khan, the founder of the Yuan Dynasty.
Genghis Khan died in 1227, with a gap of a hundred years, which may or may not be long, but he understood the situation at that time better than modern people.
However, Zhang Jing looked at Noleta with a puzzled expression, "Have you been deceived? This is obviously not an Italian text."
"You can't go wrong."
Noleta explained, "Although Marco Polo and Rustichian were both Italians, the travel notes of Marco Polo were originally written in Provence, the dialect of southern France. I have asked experts to sign it."
"As for why Rustichian wrote in French dialect," Noleta shrugged, "This person is not famous. There is no record of the time of his life and death, and his life experience is not known."
After briefly understanding the story, Zhang Jing pointed to the broken page and asked, "How much do you plan to sell it for?"
"The market price is about 400,000 to 500,000 meters," Noleta explained. "This is the price quoted by experts."
"The content hasn't been circulated, has it?"
"The top page has been reviewed by an expert."
"Did you keep a copy or take a photo yourself?"
"No."
It wasn't a lot of money. Zhang Jing stretched out his hand and said, "500,000 yuan, I bought it."
Noleta handed Zhang Jing the forty-five fragmentary pages wrapped in red cloth.
After getting the things, leaving the house and getting back in the car, Zhang Jing called Xu Zehong.
"Does anyone on the farm speak French?"
In one sentence, Xu Zehong immediately guessed that Zhang Jing got something good, otherwise he would not have been so excited that he would have forgotten that the housekeeper Leiya was from the Wuji country.
"Miss Leya," Xu Zehong couldn't help but asked curiously, "What did you find?"
"It's said to be part of the travelogue of Marco Polo."
Xu Zehong drooled, "I want to see it too."
"North of the tracks, No. 1550, drive over here."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Jing called Leya, who was at number 1550.
After Ding Jiaqi went to Temasek, Silan temporarily lived in No. 1550. There were also rooms in the house for Liya, Yunique, Qu Xiaoqing, Milika, and Katie.
The city is like a pie. It takes about 1.5 hours to drive from Santa Ana to the north of the track, about 70 kilometers away.
Housekeeper Rhea is drinking coffee and chatting with tennis star Katie in the living room.
"Good afternoon you two."
The indoor temperature and humidity are turned on 24 hours a day, 365 days a year, making you feel comfortable.
"Congratulations," Zhang Jinghe said, looking into Katie's eyes. "Eight Open championships in two years and two Grand Slams. I'm proud of you."
Just this past August, Katie won the last open event of the year, the Citi Tennis Championships.
Achieving a Grand Slam for the second time, super strong.
corresponding.
Her income has also risen with the tide, reaching 800,000 yuan just from the bonus share.
Coupled with the Leopard Beer endorsement fee of one million yuan per year, his income exceeds that of many Wall Street elite executives.
Katie hugged Zhang Jing again, her joy beyond words.
After saying hello and leaving Katie alone, Zhang Jing called Leya to the study room attached to the bedroom.
Women are not allowed to enter the study room converted from the collection room. The rules were set by the ancestors of the Xu family. I don't understand why.
Zhang Jing vaguely felt that it was related to Zheng He's voyages to the West. Looking for an opportunity, he needed to go to Semarang, a city on the eastern coast of Java.
Zheng He once landed there, and the city was named after him. There is a Sanbao Temple in the city, and women were not allowed to enter it in the early days.
Later, due to pressure, it was changed to not allow women during menstruation to enter.
With his mind racing for a second, Zhang Jing gently placed the red cloth bag in his hand on the desk.
Slowly lift the red cloth, revealing the true face of Mount Lu.
"Please help me translate." Zhang Jing asked the housekeeper, pointing to the broken page.
Leya, who was born with a trustworthy image, took a step forward, stood in front of the desk, and started stumbling to translate.
"The Khan ordered me to serve as an official in Yangzhou and be responsible for managing the local salt affairs. Someone told me that this was a lucrative position, but I, a Semu man, could not take away a lot of money because they were too expensive... too heavy?
. . . Regarding the salt-producing areas, under the protection of the great Khan's noble light, the three places of Changlu, Haimen and Zhenzhou produce the most. . . "
Because it was a local dialect of French spoken seven hundred years ago, Leya stuttered when translating, and Zhang Jing was also confused when he listened.
Where is Zhenzhou? ? ?
Does a great country have a true state?
focus.
Translation of the first sentence, Marco. Is Polo serious about becoming an official in Yangzhou?
There is no record in the history books.
Could it be "Khan asked me to travel to Yangzhou?"
Simply confused!
