At the waiting gate, Zhang Jing was still answering the phone.
Kane Qiao retreated and said the next best thing, "Go back to Crevel Manor the way you came. You still have a small target of 180 meters to come back."
"..."
It is obvious that the damage caused by the Folkestone Port incident to Amu is much greater than what appears on the surface.
May injure muscles and bones.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Zhang Jing said two words clearly, "No."
Ding Jiaqi and Xiao Xiaotian are shorting the FTSE 100 Index. How can they restore blood to their enemies?
Taking advantage of your illness and making you sick is what Zhang Jing should do.
"Mr. Zhang," Kane Qiao didn't expect Zhang Jing to be so decisive, "this matter is considered a help, and you will gain the friendship of the royal family."
"It would be a great privilege and honor for me to have the opportunity to gain the friendship of the royal family, but it doesn't work."
Zhang Jing sticks to his true feelings, don't be embarrassed, refuse bravely and loudly.
Hearing Zhang Jing's firm attitude, Kane Qiao gave up and hung up the phone.
People behind the scenes soon learned of Zhang Jing's choice, and their first thought was to restrict him from leaving the country.
But if you do this, your reputation will be bad, your reputation will be bad, and it will destroy the foundation of the kingdom's inheritance.
After repeated considerations, it was finally decided to let Zhang Jing leave.
Not only was Zhang Jing allowed to leave, but he was also granted the title of baron and a hundred acres of land as agreed.
Zhang Jing didn't know that he was almost left in London, nor did he know that he was about to become Baron Amu and board the plane on time.
Virgin Atlantic's Boeing aircraft, B747-400, double-decker front half.
"Hi."
In the tenth seat of the first class cabin, a yellow-skinned, plain-faced woman about forty years old had just sat down and greeted Zhang Jing across the aisle, "Are you from Area D?"
Zhang Jing nodded.
"Hello," the woman left her seat and reached out, "My name is Chang Qian."
"Zhang San."
Chang Qian felt surprised, "Is there really someone with this name?"
"It's like replacing a fake bag."
"Yes, it's guaranteed," Chang Qian laughed happily, "Are you coming to Amu for a trip?"
"That's right."
In just a few words, Zhang Jing could feel that Chang Qian's personality was very calm, calm, non-arguable, and uncomplicated.
After just a few chats, Chang Qian also recognized Zhang Jing and asked strangely: "Although you look handsome, I can feel that you are sharp;
I'd like to ask, what do you do? "
"Treasure hunter."
Chang Qian suddenly realized, and asked Zhang Jing: "If you have 300 million D coins, how can you spend them all when you die?"
"Why do you want to spend it all?" Zhang Jing didn't understand, "You have no children?"
"My husband and I are DINKs, and we don't want to have children in the future," Chang Qian complained with a look of disgust, "I'm being cared about by several relatives and will eat up my family."
Zhang Jing leaned back on the airline seat and said comfortably: "From what I know, even if people have DINK ideas, most of them will regret it and want to have children between the ages of 40 and 50."
"My husband and I don't have children now, and we both hate children."
"Then go rent a house in Beverly," Zhang Jing suggested. "Luxury streets, luxury cars, Michelin restaurants, you can spend whatever money you have."
"My money is in area D."
"Area D..." Zhang Jing calculated thoughtfully, "Assuming you can live for forty years, it will cost about... 630,000 per month, 21,000 per day. This is a bit difficult to handle."
"I mean, it's really distressing," Chang Qian, who is in her forties, complained. "The interest is still accruing every month, and my husband and I can't even spend the interest every month."
Calculated based on 1.5% monthly interest, for 300 million D coins, the interest is 450,000, which is normally too much to spend.
Not to mention luxury cars and mansions, Chang Qian definitely has them all.
"You are so happy with your troubles," Zhang Jing chuckled, "I can't help you."
"Why don't you persuade me to donate?" Chang Qian asked.
"I recently came across two videos, one from YouTube and one from Bilibili," Zhang Jing chatted calmly, "The YouTube video was about the death of an eighty-year-old woman who lived alone;
According to the will, the cash inheritance of 40,000 was donated to neighbors and the property was donated to the Humane Society. "
"What's on station b?" Chang Qian asked.
"Recently, a fund company called Guo Jun'an subscribed for a new fund. There are 1.4 billion people in District D, and only one person bought 1,000 yuan."
"You want to say that trust no longer exists?" Chang Qian asked.
There may still be trust, but there should not be much of it anymore. Too many bad little things have accumulated and have affected everyone's cognition and behavior.
"Start your own business," Zhang Jing finally suggested, "you will lose money."
"I'm not in good health and can't start a business," Chang Qian shook her head, "I just want to spend all the money before I die."
Zhang Jing asked curiously, "Where did you get your money?"
"Parents, they earned it and are still earning it."
Zhang Jing was speechless.
at the same time.
Far away in the East, Liu Chuanxiong received a razor blade delivered to his home in Zhencheng.
Looking at the sharp blade, Liu Chuanxiong couldn't guess who it was. The reason was lack of money and he had done many bad things in the past six months.
One incident has particularly aroused public outrage recently.
There is a company under his granddaughter's name, and it is the only company that has just been listed for less than three months.
It was announced in advance that it expected to pay a dividend of two yuan per share.
As a result, the stock price rose by the daily limit for four consecutive times, and the grandfather and grandson took the opportunity to sell nearly 40 million shares.
After eating and drinking, the announcement said there would be no dividends.
If you successfully bury a lot of green vegetables, you won't be punished and you can easily make money.
Therefore, it is normal for someone to send a razor blade. Fortunately, guns are banned in Area D. If you are in the alliance area, you will be shot to death randomly if you go out.
Really beaten to death.
Not long ago, a man wiped out an entire fund company in Norway.
Without putting the blade at ease, Liu Chuanxiong laughed happily and told the nanny, "Tonight, I want to have some wine as extra dinner."
Zhang Jing flew ten hours to Los Angeles International Airport.
After entering the country, she separated from Chang Qian, whom she had met temporarily, and got into a bulletproof car parked in the parking lot in advance. While driving, she called Liu Chuanxiong.
It was ten o'clock in the morning in Los Angeles, and it was ten o'clock in the evening in Shenzhen. Because he had drank alcohol in the evening, Liu Chuanxiong's head was a little dizzy, so he answered Zhang Jing's call.
"Zhang Jing."
"It's me," Zhang Jing asked Liu Chuanxiong in a bad tone, "the Yamen wants to take back that piece of land in Sanmoya, and it doesn't intend to pay back the money. You are the middleman, you have to be responsible."
"No, no, no," 79-year-old Liu Chuanxiong denied three times. "Yes, I am a middleman, but I don't charge you a penny, so I have no responsibility."
Zhang Jing sneered, "If you are not responsible, I will find a way to make you responsible."
"It's no fun to act like a hooligan," Liu Chuanxiong accused him, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."
Zhang Jing hung up the phone directly, slowed down the car, and sent the message to Lao Daijin, asking him to find an opportunity to kidnap Liu Chuanxiong's granddaughter, Liu Ya.
At the same time, we were far away in Yangon-Naidupi, after a period of careful preparation.
The military government, headed by National Defense Chief Xi Laimin, officially launched the change at ten o'clock in the evening.
The army set off in multiple directions and quickly occupied the Governor's Palace, television stations, radio stations, important intersections, and controlled members of the establishment headed by Ji Shansu, etc.
Because this was not his first time doing this, Qingche was quite familiar with the road, so he met almost no resistance and succeeded immediately.
"I wish all my book friends: a prosperous family and career, a happy and worry-free life, delicious food, everything goes well, a happy Mid-Autumn Festival, and a happy National Day."
