The cabin was quiet for six or seven seconds.
Tao Qian looked at Zhang Jing and asked first, "Daddy, which of us do you think is right?"
Sitting in first class and having the same buttocks, Tao Qian thought Zhang Jing would agree with her point of view.
This is true. Zhang Jing looked at Tao Qian and said with certainty, "I support your point of view, no matter what, even a hairpin in our hands must pay consumption tax and value-added tax;
Property taxes should be paid to local people. We cannot lower the scores because African Americans are not smart. We cannot use our money to support African Americans because they are playful and do not like to work. "
Tao Qian clapped her hands together, "Well said!"
"Brother," Hu Lei with blond hair asked Zhang Jing, "compared to corporate tax, fuel tax, etc., real estate tax is also a big tax. The consequences of local tax collection for local use have already appeared. It will cause social division. .”
"Pah," Zhang Jing snapped his fingers, "Isn't this bad?"
“Let it tear apart,” Zhang Jing said with an expectant expression and a hopeful tone, “If we wait another ten or twenty years, we might see the civil war break out again;
Missiles are flying in the sky and bullets are flying on the ground. Just thinking about it makes me look forward to it. "
Hu Lei: "..."
Tao Qian: "..."
"You have a beautiful idea," Li Maitian responded quickly, "As long as the rich are not stupid and the poor are not hungry, what you expect will not happen for at least a hundred years."
Zhang Jing did not deny that rich people are indeed not stupid.
It is true that homeless people do not starve to death.
This eliminates the possibility of hunger causing trouble.
In addition, regardless of the highly exposed extreme wealth and extreme poverty, the large middle class is the ballast of Citigroup.
As long as they stabilize, as Li Maitian said, within a hundred years, there won't be any big problems.
However, some yamen candidates like to target the middle class and use their welfare to support homeless people and illegal immigrants.
Maybe one day a great idea will appear and completely ignite the anger of the middle class.
In short, Citigroup’s social situation is very complex.
Therefore, from the beginning, this was destined to be a discussion game with no winner or loser.
The matter had nothing to do with him, so he kept his head high. Zhang Jing hugged his son, shrugged his shoulders, and did not refute what Li Maitian said.
Seeing that Zhang Jing was not interested in saying more, the five young men from powerful countries who got on the plane from Tokyo continued their heated discussion.
Twelve hours passed and the others were fast asleep. Li Maitian quietly asked Zhang Jing, "Is this your and Sisi's baby?"
"no."
Li Maitian looked very curious and asked, "Does she know you have a baby outside?"
"It's a secret."
Li Maitian reminded, "If you mess around like this, you will be discovered sooner or later. Sisi is easy to talk to, and Aunt Su Su is not a vegetarian."
Zhang Jing lay on his back, turned his head and looked at Li Maitian with a lazy expression, "I know."
"It's good to know," Li Mai sighed and shook his head, "I know that men are very carefree, and there are no exceptions."
"Tell the truth," Zhang Jing asked Li Maitian, "What secrets do you have that you haven't told your ex?"
"!!!"
Li Maitian was stunned for a moment.
She wanted to say in her heart: 'When I started dating my ex, I had two or three spare wheels behind me. '
After saying a few words, Li Maitian closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Zhang Jing smiled slightly
He flew to Los Angeles for 18 hours, left his eldest son in the care of Silan, and rested at home for a day.
Zhang Jing arrived in Houston the next morning.
Wearing a yellow sweater, blue denim trousers, and her long hair tied behind her back with a black headband, Liang Jieshu, who was full of folk-national style, came to pick up the plane.
I haven’t seen you for a while and I really miss you. Warm hugs.
"How are you doing recently?" Zhang Jing asked, looking at his girlfriend from a close distance.
"Fortunately, I'm sometimes busy and sometimes free."
Liang Jieyang talked little. On the way to the parking lot, Zhang Jing asked, "What trouble did Lindsay encounter?"
“When we first arrived in Houston, we met a bad guy at the airport,” Liang Jieyang described. “We thought we would never meet him again, but we didn’t expect that Lindsay would meet him again when he was participating in a poker tournament, and he was also a player;
Then came all kinds of trouble, following us openly. "
Zhang Jing understood that someone liked the beauty of Liang, Zhou and Lin and wanted to take it for themselves.
After reacting, Zhang Jing realized something was wrong, "Lindsey has such a fierce personality, can't she handle it?"
"The other party's surname is Jin and he is from Cambodia," Liang Jieyang analyzed. "He should be a person with a higher status and power, and his behavior is rather erratic."
Zhang Jing understood that he was rich and powerful in his hometown and had a habit of being domineering.
Although he restrained himself a lot when he came to Citi Country, his nature was still hard to change and he carried out all kinds of harassment within the limits of the law.
"By the way," Zhang Jingxiao asked, "did that guy spend any money?"
"Yes, six Hermès bags were sent to us at once, including three crocodile skin Kelly series handbags, each priced at 40,000 yuan."
Zhang Jing was surprised. The man named Jin didn't seem to be rich.
"Are you excited?" Zhang Jing asked his girlfriend while chatting.
"Manmiao likes bags, but she is the clearest among the three of us," Liang Jieyang said bluntly, "She will not lose the guarantee of a long-term high-quality life because of short-term happiness."
"What about you?" During the chat, the two came to the parking lot. Zhang Jing asked Liang Jieshu, "Are you moved?"
"My income can support myself," Liang Jieshu confided, looking into Zhang Jing's eyes, "If I hadn't been plotted by Manmiao, I would actually prefer a single life."
Zhang Jing's expression was a bit unseemly, and he chatted softly, "I like when you wear an eye patch, it's very cute."
Liang Jieshu's face instantly turned red into an apple.
After a short quiet time, the two came to the parking lot, and Liang Jieshu stopped while walking.
Following Liang Jieshu's gaze, an Asian man was standing guard next to a black Camouflage car, looking straight at it.
The man is about thirty-five or sixteen years old, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, of medium height and medium build.
The impression left on Zhang Jing by the other party's appearance is that the relationship comes from the heart.
'Unscrupulous'
'Boundless arrogance'
There is a high probability that it is just like what Liang Jieshu said. Not only is he rich, but he is also likely to have power.
"Brother Zhang," Liang Jieshu said softly, "he is the one who is pestering us. His name is Jin Xiaolin, from Cambodia."
"Where's your car?"
"The black Camouflage next to Jin Xiaolin is the car we rented."
Zhang Jingjing nodded. He didn't have much favorable or unfavorable impression of Jin Xiaolin.
After all, everyone has a love for beauty.
But standing next to someone else's car like a bully is too much.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jing took out his mobile phone, still ten meters away from Jin Xiaolin, and took a photo of him with a click. 33
Jin Xiaolin looks very cool.
Not only was he not worried about being photographed, but he took two or three steps forward and asked Zhang Jing, "Who are you from this lady?"
"Boy friend."
"I'll give you 200,000 yuan," Jin Xiaolin took out the checkbook from his coat pocket as he spoke, "leave her."
Looking closely at Jin Xiaolin, who had a swollen face, Zhang Jing inquired, "Which corner did you pop out of?"
"Brother," Jin Xiaolin persuaded Zhang Jing when he saw Zhang Jing's words, "There are some people you can't afford to offend in your life. I advise you to know what they are doing and don't ask for trouble."
Jin Xiaolin is so awesome that he could only use verbal threats at the airport and did not dare to attack Zhang Jing directly.
By the same token, Zhang Jing could not hit anyone at the airport, so he sent Jin Xiaolin's photo to Lao Daijin.
Old Dajin used a smuggled mobile phone number to send a message to Mouse Bean.
Some people died, but not completely...
