Don't treat others as fools, otherwise you will only be the fool.
However, Zhang Jing really doesn’t want to develop new people.
Under the streetlight, Zhang Jing deliberately made an excuse and said, "I made an appointment with a friend to have supper together tonight."
"Is that so?" Liang Jieyang combed her long hair, "There was an accident on the way to the copies of the thirty-seven ancient books. I guess they won't arrive tomorrow."
Zhang Jing: "..."
It was obvious that Liang Jieyang did not let go of the eagle when he saw the rabbit, and Zhang Jing's idea was too beautiful.
The scheming was useless, Zhang Jing could only show his cards again, "I will not get married, never. I am willing to spend money to buy thirty-seven copies of ancient books from you."
"So," Liang Jieyang let go of Zhang Jing's arm, "you've been pretending for the past two days, right?"
"No," Zhang Jingjian denied, "I'm serious, as long as I don't get married."
"Then what can I get?" Liang Jieyang asked.
"I have a pharmaceutical company in Indy with a market value of about 600 million yuan. You take care of it," Zhang Jing promised. "In two years, if you can double its market value, I will give you 20% of the equity. "
Liang Jieyang fell into deep thought. She thought she could achieve it from 600 million yuan to 1.2 billion yuan in two years.
Also considering that Zhang Jing has Wen Li behind her, and she has the Liang family behind her, she will definitely be able to turn this pharmaceutical company into a large enterprise worth tens of billions or even tens of billions of dollars in the future!
With a 20% shareholding in such a company, it doesn't seem to matter if you only fall in love but don't get married.
After thinking about this, Liang Jie said softly, "The copy of the ancient book you asked for will arrive tomorrow morning. Now let's go drink champagne."
Anyone who knows this will understand.
"Is it still necessary?" Zhang Jing asked.
Thinking of Wen Li, Liang Jieyang nodded heavily.
Considering the future of the pharmaceutical industry.
Wen Li’s attitude must also be considered.
Thirty-seven ancient books can be obtained.
Finally, considering Liang Jieyang's appearance, she would not wrong Zhang Xiaojing.
Killing four birds with one stone, Zhang Jing couldn't refuse to drink champagne.
Return to the historic hotel, close the door to your room, and something interesting happens.
Liang Jieyang is particularly shy. She almost didn't open her eyes after entering the door. She is somewhat similar to Liang Jieshu.
As for the so-called French Champagne, there is none.
Of course, in this case, no one would drink.
Unexpectedly, but within reason, when Liang Jieyang's brows knitted together, Zhang Jing received a flash of red.
Of course, there is no happiness at all.
Zhang Jing didn't taste the meat, but Liang Jieyang felt enough and was sweating profusely.
The next day, copies of thirty-seven ancient books arrived.
Ancient books originate from big countries.
First from Xining to Zhencheng, then from Zhencheng to Xiangjiang, and the third stop is Seattle-Tacoma International Airport.
Finally, rent a private plane from Tacoma International Airport and land at Kanfan Farm.
The various procedures were complicated and the journey was slow, but luckily we arrived safely.
For the first time, Zhang Jing personally drove Liang Jieyang back to his base camp, Kanfen Farm.
Sitting in the passenger seat of her boyfriend for the first time, Liang Jieyang asked out of curiosity: "Why did you buy Kanfan Farm?"
"The reason is not complicated." Zhang Jing was driving on the highway out of the city while chatting while looking at the road. "At first, it was for a green card. I bought a small horse farm in Seattle and planned to get ten jobs.
Later, he moved to Los Angeles. In order to provide jobs for his employees and a place to stay for himself, he bought the Kanfan Farm. The farm you see now has undergone an expansion. "
"It has a large area," Liang Jieyang asked with concern, "Can it maintain a balance of income and expenditure every year?"
"Yes, maybe?" Zhang Jing shrugged, "I don't know either."
"Huh?" Liang Jieyang was slightly surprised, "Don't you know?"
"I'm a treasure hunter," Zhang Jing explained. "I don't care about the farm, and I don't care about it. I just live there."
"Is Manager Barbie responsible?"
Zhang Jing was surprised again, because Barbie was not responsible for managing the farm, "You met the old lady in Perth, what did she say to you?"
"Grandma Wen said you were the discoverer of the famous female pharaoh, and she also said she would always support you."
"Any more?"
"Gone."
Zhang Jing was greatly surprised. It was obvious that Liang Jieyang believed in Wen Li and handed him over with just these two words.
You won't be cheated, right?
Obviously, because Wen Li didn't say anything, Liang Jieyang didn't know that Kanfen Farm belonged to Leopard Beer, let alone that Leopard Beer belonged to Zhang Jing.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jing did not intend to banish her until the novelty wore off. . . No, send her to work in Indy.
However, the details need to be handled a little better.
Passing by the gas station, Zhang Jing did not answer Liang Jieyang's farm management question on the pretext that he needed to refuel.
While refueling, he sent the information to Ding Jiaqi, asking her to completely separate the Blanche Experiment, which has more than a hundred researchers, and three pharmaceutical companies from Leopard Beer.
Just hang naked in your Temasek passport, Jack. Under Zhang's name.
It was midnight in Temasek, and Ding Jiaqi did not see the message for the time being.
After refueling was completed, Zhang Jing took Liang Jieyang and set off, taking two hours to reach Kanfan Farm.
At this time, thirty-seven ancient books in Xixia language had already got off the plane and were moved into Xu Zehong's studio.
Xu Zehong's studio is a reddish-brown warehouse on a farm with an area of about 300 square meters. The roof is covered with transparent tiles, providing ample natural light and ventilation.
After briefly looking around the spacious space, Zhang Jing walked up to the old man and asked, "Are you ready for the information I want?"
Xu Zehong has a heavy workload now, so he handed Zhang Jing the information he took the time to write.
I took the information but didn't open it to read it. The treasure hunt system sent a prompt.
"Including a new incomplete treasure hunt mission, please ask the host to find more clues and complete the clue supplement."
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"Xu Zehong: Genghis Khan's tomb is probably underground somewhere in Ulaanbaatar."
"There is a historical legend that the tomb of Genghis Khan was buried deep, trampled by thousands of horses, and the tomb was planted into a forest to prevent future generations from robbing the tomb."
"It is also possible that it is buried somewhere in the Altay Mountains. Legend has it that a place called Chaan Valley is the birthplace of Genghis Khan."
"According to the travel notes of Marco Polo, the body of Genghis Khan was buried in the Altai Mountains."
The information was very mixed and messy, and it was obvious that Xu Zehong was also confused.
The same goes for Zhang Jing, who said lightly that he might be "underground somewhere in Ulaanbaatar."
The problem is that Ulaanbaatar is very big. On the surface it only looks like a small part of the city, but in fact it is a large area.
What's even more silly is that "it might be buried somewhere in the Altai Mountains."
If Zhang Jing had not stayed in Xijiang for two years, he would have been tricked by the Japanese.
The Altai Mountains run from northwest to southeast, diagonally across the four countries of Daguo, Kazakhstan, Damao and Outer Mongolia, stretching for more than 2,000 kilometers.
You should know that the distance from Jiguan to Wanwan is only about 3,500 kilometers.
If you look for it this way, it will be more exaggerated than looking for a needle in a haystack.
Unwilling to gain nothing, Zhang Jing walked around to the bookshelf where the array of information was arranged and touched all the books one by one.
