Four p.m.
Qingyuan Hotel beach sand.
There is no host, no fight song, and even the referee is not a professional and is served by an intermediary.
Si Mulipola, a Samoan boxer hired by the pirates, and Milika stood face to face in a makeshift four-corner cage.
“I witnessed the last round of betting between your bosses,” the Spanish female temporary referee in her forties reminded, “There is no need to fight for the rich, don’t fight too hard;
How about arm wrestling? You can also tell whether you win or not, which is simpler. "
Rosie Mulipola: "..."
Milica: "..."
Zhang Jing was holding his forehead under the ring. It was his fault, and he made the middleman kind.
Pirate John Freikson was also under the ring. He was furious and his white hair was trembling. "Temporary referee, please don't make random ideas. Hurry up and fight!"
What was originally a serious matter was met with good-natured laughter by many spectators.
There was no other way. The temporary referee, a woman in her forties, announced the start of the game.
In court etiquette, Milika and Rosie Mulipola touched each other with their right fists at the same time.
With one touch, the game officially begins.
Milica chose to take the initiative to attack, using her left shoulder as a shield, like the move of Iron Shirt, and sprinted to the equally tall and strong Rosie Mulipola, and stuck with her.
Outsiders only saw the two of them punching each other quickly and attacking each other without defense at close range.
In less than six seconds, maybe only five seconds, Rosie Mulipola fell to the ground holding her belly.
The middleman in his forties, who had learned a little about refereeing from watching videos, trotted up to Rosie Mulipola to count down.
"10, 9, 8, 7...1, Miss Milica wins!"
The crowd cheered.
Jennifer, Qu Xiaoqing, and the cheering group danced on the spot, and they couldn't hide their good mood
Zhang Jing has already danced the rich man's dance.
The Norwegian pirate's expression turned black.
Failure in the competition means he loses the Spain-Barcelona onshore gas storage equipment and project.
It's like...it's like, a bolt from the blue!
Unable to think about it for a while, the 75-year-old Norwegian pirate rolled his eyes and fainted.
Don't be afraid, there are doctors and ambulances at the competition site.
On the fifth floor of the hotel, Wen Li and her old friends were able to witness the entire competition with their own eyes.
"The very rare onshore gas storage project located in Barcelona is now Zhang Jing's asset," Wen Li asked her old friend, "Does it feel easy?"
The old man named Xiaofeng was silent and very old. Of course she knew that although the competition was short, the hard work behind it must not be easy.
The whole thing depends on luck and strength.
at the same time.
A large number of bets began to be settled. Some people made huge profits, while others suffered terrible losses.
Among them was 79-year-old Liu Chuanxiong. He was watching the live broadcast in his villa. When the result was announced, he rolled his eyes and fainted on the sofa.
Fortunately, a private doctor was called by the family in advance and rushed to rescue Liu Chuanxiong.
After more than ten minutes, Liu Chuanxiong woke up and said his first words, "Zhang Jing... is not a human being!"
Liu Ya: "..."
Liu Lehua: "..."
Although they have different butts, both of them support Liu Chuanxiong, but this matter has nothing to do with Zhang Jing. They are betting on themselves, or borrowing money.
The point is, someone kindly reminded me that if you buy Milica to win, someone just wants to win by buying a foreigner.
Now it's better, debt upon debt!
Zhang Jing could probably guess that many people were greeting him, but what did it matter?
Making money is real.
Onshore gas storage projects with monopoly attributes, Jie, Jie, so delicious!
Even more fragrant.
Shana's father Volkov sent a message. He is now a major general, major general, major general!
Coupled with the attributes of being good at socializing, it is certain to be a major general.
The major general has more real power and the rights are interlinked. The development of oil and gas resources on Kuye Island has almost never happened.
Some are happy and some are troubled.
Candela sent a message hoping that Zhang Jing could fly back to Los Angeles.
Thanks to Candela's important help at North Passenger Africa, Zhang Jing took his girlfriend and daughter on a 15-hour flight to the City of Angels using a Leopard business jet.
Take a taxi and arrive at No. 1550 one hour after landing.
Then drive Wang Sisi's golden version of Brabus to the door of No. 638 Bel Air Siena Road in half an hour and press the horn.
Beverly, Bel Air, and Humbecon are the most expensive golden triangle on earth.
In a dry and rainy place, this place is like a green park. The environment is so good that there are squirrels chasing each other on the roadside.
While distracted, the black iron electric door slowly opened from the middle.
Zhang Jing drove into the front yard of No. 638.
All rich people have the same virtue, and they show off whatever they lack. Los Angeles is short of water. The front yard of No. 638 is about two acres, and there are fountains on the left and right sides.
The car stopped in the middle of the yard. Zhang Jing jumped out of the car and gently hugged Candela who was waiting in advance.
"what's the situation?"
"My grandpa's brother is dead."
Zhang Jing, a black man with a question mark on his head, wanted to ask Candela, is such a distant relative related to you at all?
"When I was in elementary school, I spent three summer vacations at my grandparents' house. I had a good relationship with their brother, so I hope you can accompany me to attend his funeral."
Zhang Jing nodded and asked, "When?"
"Tomorrow morning, we'll drive a car there."
"Okay," Zhang Jing agreed readily, "I will come over early tomorrow morning."
Seeing Zhang Jing and about to leave, Candela reminded, "I saw many lives disappear in an instant in Beikefei, and I understand even more how important it is to enjoy yourself in time."
Zhang Jing was speechless. After a long time, Candela wanted to eat him?
"We are buddies," Zhang Jing reminded Candela, "but you asked me to give birth to your child, which is too much."
Candela: "..."
Return to No. 1550 and take a night’s rest to get rid of the jet lag.
Five o'clock the next morning.
Zhang Jing wore black clothes, pants and shoes, drove to No. 638 Bellaire, put on Candela's black Land Rover and set off.
Drive an hour to Lakeview Cemetery near Mount San Antonio.
Candela gently took Zhang Jing's arm and waited quietly by the roadside like everyone else.
About ten minutes later, the car transporting the Lingshu slowly drove over, and seven or eight people came forward to lift it out.
Carrying the wooden coffin, we walked slowly deeper along the cemetery path.
However, when he arrived at the grave dug in advance and saw the portrait of the deceased, Zhang Jing was stunned.
It was actually the strange major general he killed in Area Z.
At that time, the major general wanted to resist with a pistol, but Zhang Jingben shot him to death without any hesitation.
Now it is obvious that someone exchanged the major general's body back. Because of the request of his family, he was not buried in the military cemetery but returned to his hometown.
He was shocked, but his expression remained unchanged. Zhang Jing remained serious throughout.
After the coffin was filled and the religious ceremony ended, the family members of the deceased walked up to Candela and said, "Thank you for coming to send Lyndon off for the last journey."
Kandra didn't say anything, but hugged the other person and introduced, "This is Jack."
"Thank you Mr. Jack."
Holding the hand of a woman who was about sixty years old, Zhang Jing forcefully stepped in, empathized with her, and said in a serious manner: "Please have my condolences."
