The sun is looming and the temperature is around 8 degrees.
The thin woman with short brown hair was sobbing softly while feeding her baby, and did not notice that Zhang Jing was already one meter away from her.
"Hi," Zhang Jing took the initiative to greet him, "Are you also a demonstrator?"
"Yes," the woman turned left and looked up at Zhang Jing, explaining sadly, "my husband died on the Queen."
"How much is the death benefit in battle?" Zhang Jing inquired.
"£120,000."
"Well"
Zhang Jing didn't expect it to be so low. He hired special employees, so he naturally had his own set of pension standards.
That is twice the standard for soldiers killed and disabled in the alliance area.
All kinds of pensions for soldiers killed in the alliance area were added together, and the total amount was just over 1 million yuan.
Although he earns pounds and spends pounds, Zhang Jing learned that the sewage fried chicken earned yen, and the death pension after conversion was 800,000 yuan.
The pension for Amu soldiers killed in battle is only 120,000 pounds. Are you so stupid?
After reacting, Zhang Jing comforted, "Do you need help?"
"Yes," the woman nodded lightly, "I can't work and take care of two babies at the same time, so I need the government to increase the pension standard."
Zhang Jing wanted to ask the woman if she needed his personal help.
It was obvious that she had not thought in that direction and had no expectations.
"My name is Jack Zhang," Zhang Jing greeted and asked, "What is your name?"
"Anne White."
'White' is most likely the woman's husband's surname, which was changed after marriage.
"Miss Anne," she will never take the initiative to donate money if she doesn't have it. If she has little conscience left, she can't live with it, "I will sponsor you a farmhouse and half an acre of land until your two children reach the age of 18."
No need to pay cash, go to public school.
In addition, there is a place to live, food rations, a pension, and interest on the pension. I can live a little more frugally and get through it.
Annie stood up slowly while holding her baby in her arms, and looked at Zhang Jing in surprise, with a mixture of surprise and disbelief in her eyes, "Why did you help me?"
"I was also given a hand by someone else," Zhang Jing said with a warm smile, "wiping away my tears and looking forward."
Hearing this, Anne White cried even more sadly, bursting into tears and grateful again and again.
"Ti Long, you stay," Zhang Jing looked at the employee, "arrange this matter, I will go back to the hotel by myself."
Dillon should be.
"By the way," when Zhang Jing was about to leave on foot, he looked back at the woman holding the baby and asked, "What is your husband's name?"
"His name is Frank White."
As expected, he didn't recognize him, so Zhang Jing nodded slightly, "Salute to the hero."
At the same time, while Zhang Jing was waiting for the public funeral ceremony for 1,145 soldiers the next day, Liu Ya met her grandfather Liu Chuanxiong at his home in Zhencheng.
And described in detail what happened to him when he was kidnapped in Phuket.
After listening, Liu Chuanxiong felt strange and said to the point, "Why do I feel that Zhang Jing is behind the scenes?"
"Grandpa," Liu Ya advised, "Zhang Jing will not give up pursuing the 600 million yuan he was defrauded from, and must find a way to return it to him."
"The money was taken away by Zhang Xin," Liu Chuanxiong said, "I am just a middleman, working voluntarily and not receiving a penny. Why should Zhang Jing look for me?"
"Grandpa, you are like a guarantor. If the borrower cannot repay the money as promised, the bank will definitely enforce the guarantor's property. The principle is the same."
"Moreover," Liu Ya reminded, "if Zhang Jing is really behind the kidnapping, he can kidnap me twice, and I won't be so lucky next time."
In the spacious living room on the upper floor of the sea-view apartment, Liu Chuanxiong fell into silence. After a while, he said: "600 million yuan is enough to kill many people. We will hire a murderer to kill Zhang Jing first."
Liu Ya was shocked, but she couldn't stop grandpa. At this level, who hasn't forced five or six people to death?
However, this was the first time that he hired a murderer to kill someone.
Zhang Jing didn't know that Liu Chuanxiong, with his dark and cold eyes, wanted to kill him.
Walk away from Windsor Castle and walk inside Windsor Park.
This is an open park with an area of more than 5,000 acres, private royal land, and an ancient royal hunting ground.
Now free and open to everyone.
Similar to the old trees and buildings inside the Summer Palace, the situation in Zisha Park is similar.
Gothic palaces, statues, gardens, children's theme parks, monuments, royal palaces, museums, churches, shopping malls, towering trees, deer herds, open meadows and more.
It is the perfect place for ordinary people to picnic, eat, shop, run, walk, cycle, ride and fish.
Zhang Jing looked at the ordinary people he met from a God's perspective.
Couples, couples with children, singles, friends gathering for picnics, all in a leisurely manner, as if time has slowed down.
However, when he saw a thief quickly taking away a wallet, Zhang Jing showed a smile on his face.
The situation of thieves is not very serious in London, but it is a serious problem in Silkie and Spain. In some neighborhoods, more than 50% of the people have been pickpocketed or threatened.
Including Templi's mother Letitia 90-60-90, as a local, love and hate Paris.
The poor security environment was one of the reasons why she left with her daughter.
Zhang Jing didn't want to be a hero, so he didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs.
However, when the thief passed by him, his eyes were full of malice and provoked him with ill intentions.
Unable to bear this, Zhang Jing reached out and grabbed the other person's shoulders and clothes.
The thief did not expect that the Asian man in front of him would dare to meddle in his own business, and threatened him verbally, "Let me go, or I will let you leave London!"
"Snapped!"
Zhang Jing gave the thief a slap in the face, knocked him unconscious, and then took out his wallet from his arms.
At this time, the middle-aged man who was walking in front realized that his wallet had been stolen.
After taking the wallet, the owner reminded Zhang Jingdao, "He is a Gypsy, a race that specializes in stealing and robbing as its survival principle. He is very fierce and united."
"Did you hear that?" The thief, who had recovered his brain, tried to break free from Zhang Jing's control and cursed, "Hurry up and let me go!"
Zhang Jing did not expect that based on his appearance, he thought the thief was from Indy.
However, Zhang Jing did not agree with the owner's words. He could not kill a race with a stick.
There must be a few good people.
There was no oil or water coming out of the thief, so Zhang Jing let go of the thief's collar.
After gaining freedom, the thief did not run away. He stayed more than fifty meters away, staring at Zhang Jing and making a phone call.
"Sir," the owner urged Zhang Jing, "we have to get out of here. He will soon call his accomplices to take revenge."
A knife cut on the butt - an eye-opener.
Zhang Jingzhen has never seen such a rampant thief, as if he has no sense of law.
Seeing Zhang Jing's thoughts, the owner explained, "This is a strategy to retaliate against all those who dare to resist;
They don’t have to work, they don’t care about bad records, they don’t care about going to jail;
If someone is killed in the course of revenge and one person holds the vat, it will leave people with the impression that they are terrible;
It is convenient for their entire race to continue stealing and robbing, but the victims dare not resist or call the police. "
After listening, Zhang Jing didn't know what to say. The world is so big and full of wonders.
