Spain's second largest city.
A city designed by genius.
However, instead of going to the city, after leaving the airport, the car goes from the southwest of the city, passes the ring expressway in the north of the city, and bypasses the flat urban area.
Head all the way northeast.
Driving about 90 kilometers, we arrived at the construction site of the 'Onshore Gas Storage Project' which is very remote from the urban area.
Standing on the cement path, looking at the large construction site from a height, Zhang Jing asked, "How long will it take for the construction to be completed?"
"Three months later, the construction company is a local and Australian company and has started finishing work."
Three months passed very quickly, and the key point was that according to the content of the betting contract, the Norwegian Pirates paid the construction costs on the day of the betting.
Zhang Jingfu is needed later.
There are still three months of construction left, so we can save a lot of money.
"Speaking of which," Zhang Jing complained, "Isn't this place too remote?"
"An LNG carrier has a loading capacity of 170,000 cubic meters of liquefied natural gas. This onshore gas storage facility is 20 times that of a ship, reaching 34 million cubic meters of liquefied natural gas."
Penelope said, “Originally, the Spanish government did not intend to build such a ‘bomb’;
But the Norwegian pirates repeatedly said that it was safe and the technology was very advanced;
He also threatened that if it is not built, the submarine pipeline may be blown up by the Z, and there will be no gas available, and the consequences will be even worse, etc. "
"Where's the undersea pipeline?"
“Coming down from southern Norway, there are multiple pipelines laid through the English Channel;
Some were sent to Amu, some to the Silk-bone Country, and one was sent to the northern part of Spain." Penelope talked about things that everyone knew, "It has been working for more than 20 years. "
"So that's it..."
I don’t know if he is a particularly bad person. When he heard the news, Zhang Jing’s first thought was to blow it up.
Shaking his head to get rid of impure thoughts, Zhang Jing was in a good mood and asked, "Where is Ortiz?"
"She's in Madrid."
Zhang Jing cares about the fake Hepburn, but does not restrict her from going anywhere. She is completely free.
It's best to leave, I'm tired of it anyway.
Running a train in his heart, Zhang Jing hugged Penelope's face and kissed her on the lips.
If no one comes to disturb me, it will be difficult.
Two black cars approached from a distance.
Watching the person getting out of the car, it was the Norwegian pirate John Freiksen.
Just like the gourd boy who saved his grandpa and all fell in, John Freikson was in a similar situation. He was sent away again and again and suffered heavy losses.
"Zhang Jing," 75-year-old John Freikson's tone softened, "I give up the yacht;
Please sell this to me cheaply, this is no joke, it is important to my family company. "
"Mr. John Freikson," Zhang Jing said seriously and flatteringly after looking at John Freikson at close range, "I have full respect for you and regard you as the spiritual leader of modern pirates, and you are still my idol;
So, please be strong! "
John Freikson: "..."
Being deceived by Zhang Jing, John Freikson would have almost been fooled if his IQ were not at the top of his game. He countered by saying, "I'm old. You are the new spiritual leader of modern pirates. Let me go."
"Mr. John Freikson," Zhang Jing said frankly, "accepting failure is a noble character."
Confirming that Zhang Jing would not let go no matter what, John Freikson's expression turned serious, "It's really important to me!"
"It's important to everyone," Zhang Jing pointed to himself, "including me."
"Let's bet again!" John Freikson shouted after making sure that Zhang Jing would not return the onshore storage project to him no matter what, "for the last time!"
"You will lose," Zhang Jingzhen advised John Freikson, "the more you lose, the more you lose."
"I admit defeat," John Freikson shouted loudly, "For the last time, I swear!"
Zhang Jing asked John Freikson, "What are you betting on?"
"My youngest son is one of the co-founders of a flying car company in Silicon Valley," John Freikson suggested. "You have a fight with him."
Zhang Jing plucked his ears, thinking he heard wrongly, and seriously reminded John Freikson, "I'm good at fighting, and your little son will lose."
"It doesn't matter," John Freikson said nonchalantly, "You guys have a fight, I'm willing to do it."
The ghost who wanted to die could not be persuaded by his good words. Zhang Jing asked, concerned about his interests, "What's the bet?"
"Two, 170,000 cubic meter LNG carriers produced within two years."
"Three ships," Zhang Jing countered, "I think the onshore gas storage project is better."
Expecting that he would win, John Freikson readily agreed, "No problem, sign the contract now."
"I need to wait for the lawyer to arrive," Zhang Jing was not fooled, "otherwise I won't sign any contract."
Knowing that Zhang Jing was not easy to deceive, John Freikson agreed, "Where is your lawyer?"
"Los Angeles."
"The contract was signed in Los Angeles and the game was also played in Los Angeles?"
"Mr. John Freikson," Zhang Jing reminded repeatedly, "Don't look at me. I only weigh 80 kilograms. I look thin when I wear clothes, but I look fat when I take off my clothes.
I'm actually very good at playing, really. "
"It doesn't matter," John Freikson said cheerfully, "I am willing to sign a betting contract and let the King of Madrid be the middleman;
Facts have proven that I am particularly honest;
The two LNG carriers and onshore gas storage projects that I lost to you earlier all cooperated with the delivery, and there was no default. "
Zhang Jing had no expression on his face and was disdainful in his heart. If there was no middleman, John Freikson would definitely default on the bill.
Having said all the good things, Zhang Jing nodded and agreed to the bet.
After getting a satisfactory result, John Freikson left laughing, as if he had won the game.
Watching John Freakson leave, Penelope was worried, "John Freakson is very confident. His youngest son must be very powerful. Why should he agree?"
"Because I'm more powerful," Zhang Jing said calmly, "I thought of many possibilities, but I never thought that John Freikson would choose to give away the money for free."
soon.
Zhang Jingren is still in Barcelona, and his fight in the ring with John Freikson's youngest son has been featured on many TV stations.
and became a hot topic on the Internet.
Some enthusiastic netizens uncovered Zhang Jing’s dark history, which I will not mention here.
The resume of John Freikson's youngest son was also revealed.
John Frederickson's youngest son is Nigel Frederickson. He is 32 years old and graduated from Yale College in San Francisco. He is one of the three founders of Yifei Automobile.
focus.
Nigel Freikson is also a 9th-dan Taekwondo master. His wonderful videos of KOing many people in the boxing gym have been widely circulated.
Through comparison of public information, the vast majority of people tend to believe that Nigel Freikson will win.
Each one looks like a true expert, analyzing height, weight, body fat percentage, training volume, etc. from a professional perspective.
More than 99% of the up owners were not optimistic that Zhang Jing could win, and they criticized Nigel Freikson.
The gambling company also thinks so. When it opens a betting market, Zhang Jing's odds are high and Nigel Freikson's odds are low.
The Internet is so lively, and Zhang Jing, who has been in Barcelona for three days, has naturally seen a lot of videos.
This is exactly what he wanted. After the previous round of free publicity, this time it was just right.
