Far beyond the surface.
The 75-year-old pirate, John Freikson, who resembles Arima's old image, is listening to his assistant's report on the day's work.
After listening quietly, there was nothing noteworthy.
John Frederickson asked with concern, "How many people are participating in my bet with Jack Zhang now."
“There are no statistics on the specific funds, but it is certain that speculation is very hot,” the assistant thought, “Not only are the major gambling/lottery companies opening;
Financial investment banks also act as brokers in the middle, bringing together big clients to make bets in the hope of earning intermediary fees. "
Sitting in front of the fireplace, John Freikson was thoughtful, and after a while he suddenly said, "Personal grudges aside, it is said that Jack Zhang has a good reputation?"
"Yes," the assistant, who had been waiting quietly beside him, replied, "I have never broken a contract. It is said that even if it is a verbal agreement, it will not change."
"That's it..." John Freikson looked at the flames in trance, "Do you think he and I can collude to trick everyone?"
assistant:"..."
The decision was made immediately, and John Freikson personally called Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jingchi was shirtless, barefoot, and wearing big shorts. He was drinking beer and eating grilled squid on the beach when he received a call from John Freikson, which was somewhat surprising.
"We cooperate and loot..."
On the phone, John Freikson described his proud plan in detail, and finally said seductively, "This is a very profitable business. You can make money faster than robbing a bank."
"I refuse." Zhang Jing was very decisive because he was interested in the onshore gas storage equipment owned by the Pirates in Barcelona. "I will never fight against match-fixing. This is an insult to me!"
After finishing speaking, Zhang Jing hung up the phone.
Norway - Oslo, five kilometers due north, in a manor surrounded by mountains and lakes.
Looking at the hung up phone, John Freikson blinked his eyes and cursed for a while: "Zhang Jinghu!"
Yes, in John Freikson's view, Zhang Jing is stupid and heartless. What a great opportunity to make money. As long as both parties negotiate, a lot of rice dollars can be earned.
With all 108 rooms of Qingyuan Hotel fully occupied.
Occupancy rates at other nearby hotels have also soared.
Three days passed by in a flash, and on the afternoon of the game, it received a lot of attention because of the large number of bets and the wide range of gamblers.
Including local TV stations, Stellar TV, KBS, TVB, Peninsula TV, Sky TV, Internet bloggers, etc., all came to report on it.
Of course, John Freikson himself is naturally already in the royal court.
Angry at Zhang Jingyu's stupidity, they met again in the hotel lobby. John Freikson was not polite at all and said with confidence: "Rosie Mulipola will push Milica to the ground and beat her violently. I hope you lose!"
"Don't be so angry," Zhang Jing said hoarsely when he noticed that reporters were gathering around him. "Winning or losing is up to God. Money should be taken lightly. Stay calm."
"When you lose, I hope you can still say that!"
After leaving two harsh words, John Freikson strode to the elevator, waiting for the game in an hour.
Watching John Freikson disappear into the elevator, Jennifer asked curiously, "Why doesn't he look 75?"
"Not everyone can know their destiny when they are 70 years old," Zhang Jing chuckled, "Unlike me, I am bearish on money."
Jennifer did not refute. She knew that Zhang Jing loved money, but he was not as manic as John Frederickson.
Leave others alone.
Zhang Jing put on a smile, walked quickly to the hotel door, and opened the door for Wen Li himself.
Not to mention the many help in the past, and later the return of many antiques that someone had sold before, it is too worthy of respect.
Opening the back door of the S600 bulletproof car and helping Wen Li out of the car, Zhang Jing said with sweet flattery, "Old lady, your arrival will make the sky in this royal court become bluer."
Butterfly and Li Xing, who came together, rolled their eyes.
Xu Jiu smiled.
There are many ways to flatter someone, but the point is that only Zhang Jing dares to flatter him openly and openly, while the others are either blunt or insincere.
Wen Li was very happy, "Perth is too boring, so I didn't bother you here."
"It's definitely not disturbing," Zhang Jing said from the bottom of his heart, "It's great that you can come."
After a brief greeting, Zhang Jing looked at Zong Buzhang who was stepping on Wen Li's heels and said hello, "Mr. Zong, long time no see."
"Long time no see," Zong Buzhang stepped forward and shook hands, "Thank you."
Zhang Jing smiled slightly.
Then, Zong Buzhang lowered his waist slightly and greeted Wen Li, "Long time no see, old lady, do you still remember me?"
"Son of Munada, I met you in Seattle when you were a child."
In fact, Wen Li doesn't remember much. The reason why she can tell her is mainly because Zongbu Zhangchi is the head of the Alchemy Pill Shipbuilding Factory.
"Yes," Zong Buzhang bent even lower, "In 1981, my father got into trouble with the local gray gang in Seattle. It was you who came to the rescue. I can't thank you enough."
For others, it was something that couldn't be handled. For Wen Li, it only required an order, but Zong Buzhang was still very grateful, as if he couldn't straighten his waist.
Wen Li reached out and patted Zong Buzhang on the shoulder, encouraging: "Be united, have justice and goodwill in your heart, I hope you can do this."
"Yes," Zong Buzhang was so excited that his body trembled, as if he had received an incredible revelation. "This junior will definitely keep it in mind and implement it firmly."
Wenli smiled.
At this time, someone pushed an old lady in a wheelchair from the direction of the elevator. She looked ordinary.
There was a smile on Wen Li's face, but it was an arrogant smile. She stepped forward to greet him and said, "Xiao Feng, you are getting old."
The old lady who was called Xiaofeng had a dark expression and said, "We are the same age."
"It's different," Wen Li said showily, "Look, I can still walk, and it's no problem to jump two steps."
Wearing a pure cotton dress and a deep navy blue dress, sitting in a wheelchair, the old lady called Xiaofeng reminded Wen Li, "When you were young, I pushed you to the ground and beat you."
"Now I can push you to the ground and beat you," Wen Li said without showing any signs of weakness, "and the juniors I train and the young people I support are all over the world, and there are many outstanding ones among them."
"He's the one you want to show off, right?" As she spoke, the old lady in a wheelchair looked past Wen Li and towards Zhang Jing.
"That's right," Wen Li admitted openly, pulling Zhang Jing to her side and said, "The hero of the Duxi Hotel, the hero of the doctor's rescue;
Each of my girlfriends is prettier than the other, so I ask you if you like it? "
Zhang Jing looked embarrassed. Why did Wen Li look a bit like Ding Jiaqi? She and the horse trainer Aigis also had a fight when they were in school.
Is this because old people are still young?
"Did you forget to mention the Corn Cob Nightclub?" The old lady named Xiaofeng laughed.
Zhang Jing: "..."
"So what?" Wen Li didn't care at all, "Controlling a hundred people in a row is a skill in itself!"
Zhang Jing: "..."
Like a flying knife, it hit the heart one after another.
