Zhang Jing didn't know the content of the conversation between Butterfly and Wen Li.
I was watching a werewolf-themed TV series at midnight when I received a call from Xu Zehong and learned that he had applied for land for an architecture museum.
The specific address is: Central-Jaffey Road-Harbor Building.
You need to demolish the Riverport Building yourself and build a new museum in its place. m.
Zhang Jing grabbed the key point and asked, "How much is the ground area?"
"It is 16 meters long from north to south and 33 meters long from east to west."
Zhang Jing thought he heard it wrong. After all calculations, it was only 528 square meters.
528 square meters is the total area. You can’t build it close to the boundary, and you have to remove the wall. How much is left?
"The area is too small," Zhang Jing asked Xu Zehong, "find a new place."
"There is little land in Xiangjiang," Xu Zehong said in a helpless tone, "The Yamen does not have any larger land to provide."
There is not a lot of land in Xiangjiang, but a lot of it is in private hands. Thinking of this, Zhang Jing insisted on his opinion and said, "Look for a new place, look for it slowly, you can find a private person to buy it."
Xu Zehong should be.
Then Zhang Jing called Ding Jiaqi.
"Brother Zhang," Ding Jiaqi greeted on the other end of the phone and asked, "Are you still asleep?"
"No," Zhang Jing asked his girlfriend with concern, "How is your job? Are you short of money?"
“There is some money to be made from shorting development banks, but those who are short of money are short of money.”
Making money, but still lacking money, it was obvious that Ding Jiaqi still planned to cause trouble, but it was not convenient to say it on the phone.
"I have some physical gold that I plan to sell. I can give you some cash," Zhang Jing asked his girlfriend for help. "I need to find a buyer."
"Commercial and Industrial Bank, they need gold, I asked them to contact you."
Ding Jiaqi didn't think much about it, thinking that the 'some gold' was no more than a few hundred kilograms.
"Let them come to me."
"OK."
Zhang Jing then called Liang Jieyang, who was in Mumbai. After all, he was someone Wen Li valued and he had to care about her.
Liang Jieyang is not a researcher, but the work pressure is very high. She has borrowed and received a total of 4 meters of small-target research funds from Zhang Jing.
More money means easier things to do.
The imitation has finally yielded results. Unfortunately, due to accuracy issues, the efficacy of the four targeted drugs is unstable.
In other words, patients may experience major side effects after taking the medicine, or they may die.
Liang Jieyang was surprised when he received a call from Zhang Jing at this time.
After a few simple words of mutual concern, Zhang Jing thought of dinosaur egg liquid, "I will send you an unknown object. It is most likely a good thing. Study it and see. You can keep an eye on it yourself."
"Okay," Liang Jieyang promised, "I will do it."
The next day, eight o'clock in the morning.
Dillon, who loves flying saucer and has excellent marksmanship, came to the door of villa No. 1550.
Passing a bottle of diluted egg liquid water to the other party, Zhang Jing warned: "Send it to Mumbai and give it to Liang Jieyang. Don't throw it away."
Dillon lowered his head, took the bottled water and left.
Then, the person in charge of the Irvine Branch of the Commercial Bank of China arrived, following in the footsteps of Dillon.
Zhang Jing also met each other under the palm tree at the door.
"Hello Mr. Zhang," the visitor introduced himself, "My name is Li Nian and I work at Irvine Commercial Bank. My brother is Li Yang. He said you have physical gold for sale."
Zhang Jing reached out and shook hands with the other party, "What's the current price of gold?"
"The international gold price at the closing yesterday was 2016.37 meters per ounce, which is about 71 meters per gram when converted into grams."
"Can the price be increased for larger quantities?"
"Yes," Li Nian nodded. "For more than one ton, you can add an additional 2 meters per gram."
Zhang Jing nodded, satisfied with the price, "There are 200 tons of 99.999% pure gold, and we can deliver the physical items to Xiangjiang."
"..."
Li Nian's expression was dull for a moment, thinking he heard wrongly, "Mr. Zhang, how much gold?"
"200 tons."
There are still a total of 805 tons in the mithril space. Zhang Jing plans to sell less for fear of scaring others.
Li Nian felt his throat was a little sore and asked in disbelief: "200 tons?"
"200 tons!" Zhang Jing affirmed, "The purity is 99.999%. I want rice dollars."
Li Nian shivered and took out his cell phone, "I need to make a call."
"Please."
After walking ten meters away, Li Yang talked to his boss for about two or three minutes and then walked back again.
"Mr. Zhang," Li Yang inquired, "Where is the gold origin? Do you own it yourself?"
“The origin is kept secret and the actual owner is kept secret.”
Li Nian nodded, as long as the gold is real, no matter where it comes from, let alone delivered to your door, he quoted: "73 meters per gram, 200 tons is a small target of 146 meters."
Zhang Jing stretched out his hand and shook it with the other party.
After seeing off Li Yang, Zhang Jinggang wanted to learn a pilot's license. Butterfly, who was lean and muscular, appeared at the end of the asphalt road driving a bright yellow sports car.
When the other party came closer, Zhang Jing looked up and down the beautiful sports car and asked, "How much is the rent per day?"
"Three hundred meters for five hours."
Zhang Jing nodded, "I was just about to go out, so I won't invite you to sit in the room. What can I do?"
"The mission given to you by the old lady," Butterfly did not intend to sit in the house with Zhang Jing, and handed a document bag out of the car, "Kill four people and ask for photos to be taken."
"Why me?" Zhang Jing looked confused, "I am a treasure hunter, not a killer."
Butterfly rolled her eyes, turned around and was about to leave.
"One more thing," Zhang Jing called to Butterfly who was making a U-turn, "I plan to sell 200 tons of gold to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China. Is there any risk in this matter?"
Butterfly's expression was slightly startled, he stepped on the brakes and asked, "Where did the gold come from?"
"I found it while hunting for treasure," Zhang Jing introduced. "I sent the things to Xiangjiang, delivering them with one hand and paying with the other."
"You think too well," Butterfly warned, "your gold can't be sent to Xiangjiang at all."
"Why?"
"200 tons," Butterfly emphasized, "which means more than 14 billion yuan. Someone will definitely have a bad idea."
Zhang Jing explained, "No one else knows."
"Is the Commercial and Industrial Bank an iron barrel?" Butterfly smiled and shook his head, "No one can refuse 200 tons of gold, let alone the chaotic human relations within the Commercial and Industrial Bank;
I dare to use this car to bet you that as long as you trade, your transport ship will be robbed, absolutely without exception. "
Butterfly finally reminded Zhang Jing, "After completing this task, the next task is to eliminate the traitor, a Xu family member who betrayed the Xu family's interests to foreigners."
Zhang Jing nodded, "Thanks for the reminder."
Butterfly nodded slightly and drove away.
The sun was shining brightly, it felt about 15 or 16 degrees, warm and not too dazzling. Zhang Jing opened the document bag.
What strikes the eye is a photograph.
The photo shows four white soldiers wearing khaki short-sleeved uniforms.
He looks like an ordinary soldier, not one who can go to the battlefield.
Move the photo away, and behind it are the information of the four soldiers.
The first one, Ashtu, occupation: pilot, retired.
The second, Schwep, occupation: navigator, retired.
The third and fourth are electronic warfare officers and have retired.
The information also includes the four people's addresses, family members, current jobs, and even photos taken by them in the past two years.
Compared with the first uniform in the photos taken in the past two years, the four of them have obviously gained weight and become older.
What does this mean?
A revenge that takes at least 20 years?
Twenty years is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge?
What bad things did these four white men do?
A series of questions arose in Zhang Jing's mind.
Searching the Internet would leave traces, but Zhang Jing chose to ignore all questions. Even if these four people were model workers in Citigroup, if each of them adopted ten orphans, they would definitely be killed.
Because it was a task given by Wen Li, Zhang Jing wanted to do it in person to show his loyalty.
After a second thought, I decided to forget it. I couldn't do this even if I wanted to die. Let's leave it to Lao Daijin.
Not to mention Zhang Jing's incompetence, killing people without leaving traces is the most important and difficult thing.
Some people died, but not completely...
