In the evening of the next day, we arrived at Xiangjiang on "Bu Weihao".
Li Nian and two colleagues were already waiting at the dock. Zhang Jing took the three people on board and saw 200 tons of gold in a cabin on the second floor.
"Check it now," Zhang Jing urged, "pay the money as soon as possible, and you can take away the gold tonight."
Li Nian didn't know that because of his back-and-forth messages, information was leaked, which indirectly led to the deaths of 29 people.
One of the three is responsible for inspecting the gold.
Because there are no gray transactions, the inspection is very careful to ensure that the purity of each piece is 99.999%.
"Please pay now and take the gold now," Zhang Qian urged. "They are on the boat. I can't sleep at night."
There were three people in Li Nian's group. One of them, a middle-aged man with thick lips and a fat body, said, "It's not that fast. It will take seven working days at the earliest."
"It can only be tonight," Zhang Jing refused to wait for another week, "I have reserved enough time for you before."
"No way," the thick-lipped middle-aged man said in a nonchalant tone, "It's not that fast."
Looking into the eyes of the thick-lipped middle-aged man, Zhang Jing thought thoughtfully. Is there still trouble?
Probably yes, nothing can be left to chance.
Looking at Li Nian again, he obviously can't make the decision.
Thinking of this, Zhang Jing opened the hatch behind him and said, "You three, please get off the boat."
After seeing the guests off the boat, Zhang Jing first took away the gold.
Then he found Money Rat Tail in the captain's room and decided: "Everyone, including you, will take nine days off, and then drive the 'Buwei' to the Dashu Village Shipyard for repairs."
From beginning to end, Ryan Irons had no idea there was gold on the ship.
I only know that they were on vacation in Semarang for three days, and after that there were many small weapons on the ship, including an M777 cannon.
"Will nine days be too long?" Ryan Irons asked, "Is it okay to go directly to the Magic City?"
"No," Zhang Jing demanded clearly, "it must be nine days, not even one day less. No one should be left on the ship."
Ryan Irons lowered his head in response and used the radio to notify all crew members.
Having a holiday is a good thing. The crew members think it is a reward and everyone is very happy.
At one o'clock at midnight, Zhang Jing rented a plane to Temasek, intending to accompany Ding Jiaqi.
At the same time, people who were interested quickly learned that not everyone was on vacation, and Zhang Jing himself took a flight to leave.
This made people with malicious intentions faint.
Please enter the urn?
Lure a snake out of its hole?
House of Flying Daggers?
All of a sudden, they didn't dare to act rashly against the "Buwei" slogan.
At the same time, Lao Daijin and his friends were discussing how to execute a plan to kill four people at once.
After repeated discussions and deductions, they discovered that they needed an extra helper anyway.
This gang must have excellent marksmanship and be able to hit the target well at least 1,700 meters away, preferably 2,000 meters away.
Because of the special nature of the task, more people cannot know about it, and the only candidate is the boss behind the scenes.
Zhang Jing didn't know that Lao Daijin was trying to trick him.
I arrived at Temasek at five o'clock in the morning and slept at home in Building 59, Orchard Road until the sun was high outside. I felt a violent vibration in the house while I was sleeping.
This shocked him. His official residence was on the top floor of Building 59.
It has a total height of 380 meters and 119 floors above ground. If an earthquake occurs, you can only use a parachute to escape from the rooftop.
Worried about aftershocks, I ran to the rooftop decisively.
At the same time as the earthquake occurred, the dampers located on the 47th to 49th floors of the building suddenly woke up.
The positive and negative swing of the spherical damper reaches a terrifying 18 centimeters.
When a typhoon, earthquake strikes, or the side of the building is stressed, the damper will be detected by the computer and swing accordingly to generate a reaction force to offset part of the pressure on the building.
I didn't expect it to work so quickly.
Zhang Jing had already run to the rooftop. Aftershocks occurred at the same time, and it felt like the building was about to collapse.
Worried about the safety of his genuine brand, Zhang Jing called Ding Jiaqi.
But found that she was talking to someone else on the phone.
Ding Jiaqi is in the office on the 25th floor of Building 23.
Because they are new buildings, she knows that Buildings 23 and 59 can withstand an earthquake of magnitude 8.5 or even magnitude 9.
Even if it falls, it will not look like broken glass, but like a slowly tilting cement pillar.
Generally speaking, it is relatively safe.
What worried her was that the earthquake warning message sent by the government 15 seconds before the earthquake showed that the epicenter was in the middle of the Java Sea.
It is only about 200 kilometers away from Semarang.
As expected, neither Zhou Manmiao nor Liang Jieyang could get through on the phone.
This made her feel bad.
Without getting through to Ding Jiaqi, Zhang Jing also saw the message on his mobile phone, earthquake warning + red tsunami warning.
Zhang Jing didn't think about the three groups for the time being. He was very worried about the safety of the main palace. He put a parachute on his back and wanted to jump directly from the roof of the 380-meter-high building.
Then I thought about it, if I had to recite it all... forget it, it would be safer to take the stairs.
Before Zhang Jing could reach the stairs, Ding Jiaqi called, reminding him that the source of the earthquake was very close to Semarang.
Zhang Jing was stunned on the spot.
Semarang is just over a thousand kilometers from Temasek. The earthquake was so strong from such a distance that it is difficult to imagine what the situation is like now.
"Help me rent a plane," Zhang Jing asked Ding Jiaqi on the phone. "If you leave the building, there may be aftershocks."
"There is a high probability that planes cannot fly now," Ding Jiaqi said. "The red tsunami warning subway is suspended and the planes are suspended."
Zhang Jing has never been so embarrassed as he is now, and he has nothing to do.
Instinctively, I wanted to ask Wen Li for help, but this was a natural disaster.
Taking the elevator to the first floor, the road was in chaos, with screams and shouts.
Most people choose to run north, wanting to stay away from the high-rise buildings.
Also on Orchard Road, Zhang Jing ran more than 200 meters to the downstairs of Building 23 and found Ding Jiaqi and Yang Jie.
Yang Jie was originally Wang Sisi's personal teacher, responsible and capable.
"Brother Zhang," Ding Jiaqi has prepared the car, "the tsunami is coming."
"I want to try it at the airport," Zhang Jingxin said, "Money can make all the difference."
Ding Jiaqi opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she didn't say anything. Yang Yang held the car keys in her hand and said, "I'll go with you."
Zhang Jing nodded, got into the cab of the black Chevrolet bulletproof car parked on the roadside, started the car and left the place.
However, the three of them hadn't driven too far yet.
After passing an intersection, the security police had blocked the road to the airport, allowing only people and vehicles to go north.
"The control is part of the red tsunami warning," Ding Jiaqi said. "The airport is very close to the seaside."
As if to verify what Ding Jiaqi said, the security police knocked on the car window and urged, "Please turn around and go back, enter the building to take refuge, or go to higher ground. The tsunami is approaching and will arrive in an hour."
In this case, Zhang Jing can't rush the card.
He had no choice but to turn around and go back again, entering Building 23 for refuge.
Worried about running out of battery on Liang, Zhou and Lin's mobile phones, Zhang Jing called Anushka.
A TV reporter from Bekasi District, Jakarta, d-, slightly fat.
Zhang Jing's hands were shaking when he dialed the phone, because Jakarta is only about 470 or 480 kilometers away from the epicenter.
The point is that the situation in Jakarta is even worse, falling by 15 centimeters every year, and many places underground in the city are hollow.
The house leaked and it rained all night, and her phone couldn't be reached.
Some people died, but not completely...
