In order to establish the gold theft case, Zhang Jing flew to Xiangjiang fifteen hours later, which happened to be evening time.
The entrance of Dahua Hotel.
As soon as Zhang Jinggang got out of the taxi, a young girl wearing high heels and walking in a hurry knelt down in front of him with a plop.
The girl was wearing a printed three-quarter long skirt. Although it did not fall directly to her knees, it was very painful and she would not be able to stand up for a while.
Zhang Jing was confused when he was protruded and kowtowed. He took out a green note from his pocket and handed it out within a few seconds.
The girl, whose expression was twisted in pain, subconsciously reached out and took the hundred-yuan green note.
I thought the matter was over, but I didn't expect that two passing girls saw this scene and reacted quickly. They knelt down and looked forward to begging for reward.
Zhang Jing feels that his liver hurts. Do you want to give him some?
Give it, reluctant to part with it.
Not giving it, but reluctant to live up to their expectations.
After hesitating for a second, seeing that they were kneeling in such a standard manner, I felt sorry for them, so each of them gave them a green banknote.
When more passers-by saw this scene, some of them were bold and knelt down in front of Zhang Jing.
Without hesitation, Zhang Jing walked around the kneeling crowd and left decisively, entering the hotel to rest and recover from jet lag.
At the same time, Ding Jiaqi made an appointment for her boyfriend to meet Li Zhongzhi.
Ding Jiaqi is Han Xin's daughter and knows Han Xin's background. Even if Li Zhongzhi has something to do, he must make time to see Zhang Jing.
Just like the small target event of losing a hundred meters.
Ding Jiaqi called, and Li Zhongzhi thought he could delay it for a day; Han Xin called in, selling iron, children, and daughters, and collected the money before 11 o'clock that night.
The point is that until now South Asia Bank has not found the missing hundred small targets, and the loss is too large to accept.
Worried about being crowded out, I dare not publicize it, which is quite tragic.
Zhang Jing didn't know that Li Zhongzhi was worried.
At nine o'clock in the morning the next day, according to the agreed time, Zhang Jing came to the 3rd floor of the South Asia Bank Building, Tsim Sha Tsui, 82-84 Nathan Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon, and met Li Zhongzhi, who was 47 or 18 years old and had a slicked back hairdo.
Zhang Jing looked at Li Zhongzhi, and Li Zhongzhi also looked at Zhang Jing.
He was so envious in his heart. It would be great if his son could catch up with Ding Jiaqi.
"Good morning, Mr. Li," Zhang Jing politely interrupted the other party's distraction, "Excuse me, why did you invite Mr. Su to send her 9,000 pounds of antique gold to Xiangjiang?"
"Um?"
Li Zhongzhi was surprised. He already knew that Su Su's antique gold was stolen at sea, but he did not expect Zhang Jing to investigate the matter.
Because the matter was so important and he didn't want to make a fuss, Li Zhongzhi explained truthfully, "Our bank has encountered a little trouble and needs gold to support its treasury."
"Is this your idea," Zhang Jing asked, "or is it someone else's?"
"this..."
Li Zhongzhi was stunned, because this was indeed not his idea, he was just the executor.
In hindsight, Li Zhongzhi realized that the matter might be more complicated than he thought, and excused himself, "I need to make a call."
"Mr. Li," Zhang Jing looked directly into Li Zhongzhi's eyes and urged, "give me the answer now. In return, Leopard Beer will deposit a small target of 5 meters into the South Asia Bank."
Li Zhongzhi, who had a slicked back hair, bargained excitedly, "Can 10 be okay?"
"7."
After getting the bargaining chip he wanted, Li Zhongzhi decisively betrayed: "Thousand Islands Financial Bank holds 6.12% of the shares of South Asia Bank, and they have a director seat on the bank's board of directors;
The other party’s surname is Xu, and his full name is Xu Zhixiang, from the Xu family of Thousand Islands Kingdom. He suggested that I persuade Su Su to send the antique gold from Magic City to Xiangjiang. "
Zhang Jingjing nodded and was about to leave directly when Li Zhongzhi called him from behind.
"what are you planning to do?"
"Do nothing," Zhang Jing stopped and shrugged, "I can't afford to offend the Xu family."
"That's right," Li Zhongzhi breathed a sigh of relief, "money is important, life is also important, I will pretend I haven't seen you today."
Zhang Jing grinned slightly and stiffly
Leave with a smile.
The gold theft case was more than half understood at this point. Zhang Jing did not expect that he would snatch the "Tiger-eating Man-Eater Bird" worth as much as one meter yuan from Xu Qingcheng's hands.
The Xu family snatched antique gold worth as much as 5.9 rice yuan from his mother-in-law.
Before the matter was over, Zhang Jing called Lao Daijin and asked him to fly to Hong Kong for a business trip.
Vow to find out the whereabouts of the lost gold.
at the same time.
Bruce Lee, who works for Metropolitan Insurance Company, bit the bullet and found Susu.
The reason why I say "bite the bullet" is simple. Su Su and her daughter Wang Sisi are now the largest creditors of Metropolitan Insurance Company, with a small target of 11.8 meters.
According to the contract, after the insured property is lost, they need to pay compensation within seven working days.
Bruce Lee's mission is to find the lost gold within seven working days + Saturdays and weekends, a total of nine days, to avoid losing money.
"Ms. Su," Bruce Lee asked, "why did you send antique gold from Shanghai to Xiangjiang?"
"This..." Su Su didn't seem to want to answer.
"Please tell me the truth," Bruce Lee requested. "This is related to whether we can recover the stolen gold."
"Because I like to show off," Su Su said, looking embarrassed, "so I plan to send the gold to Xiangjiang to show to my friends."
"..."
Bruce Lee investigated Su Su before entering the house and knew that she was a show-off person. Unexpectedly, the answer was as expected.
Then Koshiro Mori, who worked for Mitsui Insurance Company, also met Susu and got the same answer.
Here's the key point. Neither Bruce Lee nor Koshiro Mouri suspected Susu was lying.
Because Su Su gives the impression to outsiders that she loves to show off.
After sending away investigators from two insurance companies, Su Su probably guessed that Zhang Jing wanted to secure insurance compensation.
Compared with the lost 7,000 pounds of antique gold, the small target of 23.8 meters is obviously more attractive.
As for the distribution of compensation, Su Su was not worried. It was not the first day they met, and she knew that Zhang Jing would not eat alone.
Zhang Jing didn't know how Su Su would respond to the investigation of the two insurance companies. It would take time for Lao Dai Jin to fly over. He walked into a small noodle shop in the narrow alley behind the South Asia Bank Building, intending to reward his stomach.
"Hello, what do you want to eat?" The boss, a middle-aged man wearing a yellow apron, asked.
Judging from the accent, the other person sounds like a mainlander.
Zhang Jing glanced at the sign and ordered, "A bowl of beef brisket noodles."
"Inheritance of 55 Hong Kong dollars."
Zhang Jing handed over 10 meters, "No need to change, give me some more beef brisket."
"Please take a seat." After accepting the money, the middle-aged man immediately started cooking noodles.
The store is very small, only about 2 meters wide and 5 meters long. There are three narrow tables lined up from the cashier to the entrance of the noodle shop. Behind the cashier is a simple kitchen.
Zhang Jing sat down at the dining table only 40 centimeters away from the cashier.
Soon, in about five minutes, the boss brought over a bowl of extra beef brisket noodles.
Smell it gently and it smells fragrant.
It smells good and tastes good. The beef brisket is soft and tough. Overall, it can be rated eight points.
Big mouthfuls taste better. After a few mouthfuls, Zhang Jing ate half of the noodles and pork belly.
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap and carrying an old-fashioned military green schoolbag walked into the noodle shop.
"Hello, what do you want to eat?" the boss asked the customer.
Instead of ordering, the visitor asked the shop owner, "Do you know Zhang Liang?"
Zhang Jing noticed that the noodle shop owner was obviously stunned for a moment, and asked the customer doubtfully, "We know each other. We are comrades in arms. He fell ill and died three years ago."
"Did he borrow 20,000 yuan from you?"
The noodle shop owner nodded, "With his absence, the business has also declined. His comrade-in-arms is in trouble, and his family is also having a hard time, so... forget it, who are you?"
"I am his brother. Before he left, I promised him that I would repay all the debts he owed;
In the past three years, I have worked during the day and run takeaways at night. Because you are in Xiangjiang, this is the last payment. Please accept it. ".c
While talking, the visitor took out two stacks of r from his schoolbag and brought them to the noodle shop owner, "I want to thank you on behalf of my brother."
Leave the money and the visitor will leave.
The noodle shop owner took the money with both hands and looked at a loss.
Zhang Jing saw all the interactions between the two at close range, and felt mixed emotions in his heart. People cannot stand without trust, and only with trust can one have dignity.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jing stretched out his hand to stop the middle-aged man who was carrying an old army green schoolbag to pay off his debt.
"Is there something wrong with this brother?" the middle-aged debtor asked, looking at Zhang Jing.
He had been irritated to the heavens and the earth, but facing such a man of love, justice and trust, Zhang Jing suddenly didn't know what to say, so he simply took out a stack of 100-dollar Franklin from his pocket and placed it on the dining table.
"Take it and use it, you don't have to pay it back," Zhang Jing waved his hand, "before I regret it."
The middle-aged man was obviously taken aback. Unexpectedly, Zhang Jing actually gave him a stack of 100 yuan in rice dollars. Franklin could easily identify it.
"Don't waste time," Zhang Jing urged, "I can earn millions every second just by eating a bowl of noodles."
After confirming that Zhang Jing was not joking, the middle-aged man took a step back, bowed deeply, then took the money and left.
After finishing the noodles, Zhang Jing left the same amount of tip to the restaurant owner.
If you don't meet someone, don't care. If you meet someone, give him a helping hand and sleep soundly at night.
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