Obviously, someone is targeting 60% of the mosquito coil coils and the operating rights in their hands.
Selling was absolutely impossible.
The purchase was very laborious. Ding Jiaqi and her team went to the small and medium shareholders one by one to negotiate and exchange interests, and only then did they achieve the current results.
How could a random person come and convince Zhang Jing to sell it with just a few words?
I stayed at Wonder Wine Manor for two days and was riding horses with my daughter at the racecourse in the evening when Ortiz called.
"Jack."
"Miss Penelope," Zhang Jing held the horse's rope and greeted the phone with a smile, "Good afternoon."
Ortiz had a dark expression and gritted his teeth and said, "I am Ortiz!"
"Sorry," Zhang Jing pretended to change his words quickly, "Dear, what should I say?"
"These two or three days are my due date."
The palms and backs of his hands were full of meat. Zhang Jing left Wonderful Winery at eight o'clock in the evening.
This process takes four hours of driving, putting Smarties in the back seat and turning on the music radio.
It opens with a very familiar melody and vocals.
'Catch a westbound Boeing 747
'This decision was entirely made on a whim.
'They say it's full of opportunities
'I have no job and am in a daze.
'I am homeless and lost myself
'....
Classic country music, "It Never Rains In Southern California".
What Zhang Jing heard from his ears was that he loved Ding Jiaqi very much, as well as Silke, Jennifer, Ortiz, etc.
I also love my current life, and at the same time, I must work tirelessly and work hard to create more beautiful things.
It sounds like the whole body is full of strength, fighting spirit, wanting to work hard, and wanting to fight.
It was as if warmth caressed the man's overwhelmed heart, with hard work, beauty, and a bright future.
Generally speaking, country music has a great influence on the people of League District. It is a bit similar to the ordinary people's and working-class version of "Burn My Calories" in District D.
It is very close to reality and empathic, and it leads people to work hard, to work hard, to not be afraid of being confused, not to be ashamed of failure, to create a better life, etc.
Even the flirty lyrics sound like a pickup truck, delivered in a rough way to the listener.
However, everything has two sides.
Some people will learn the lyrics, and when courting the opposite sex, they will directly say, 'I want to applaud you,' I want you to give me a baby,' Your butt looks so beautiful, etc.
Not just men.
If a woman meets a man she falls in love with at first sight, and she happens to be a country music lover, she may express it directly.
For example, licking and biting the lips, looking directly into the eyes, breathing heavier, making flirtatious glances, etc.
Somewhat similar to Cissy, when she meets someone she likes, she takes the man home and goes straight to the pigsty.
International students who are new to the league may be confused when encountering these innocent confessions.
Listening to music all the way, we arrived at 788 Wallingford Avenue, Beverly at 11.40pm.
Penelope opened the door from the inside.
When the car stopped on the side of the road, Zhang Jing stepped forward and hugged the long-brown-haired Penelope, the most powerful foreign girl on the face of the earth.
"Ortiz gets tired easily because of her pregnancy," Penelope explained, "and is already fast asleep."
Zhang Jing understood that he first went to the garage in the yard to do some work.
Because it is true love, the process is very good, and it is a spiritual connection.
Entering the main house of the white villa, Penelope was hungry and went to the kitchen to find food.
Zhang Jing went to the second floor to see Ortiz.
Ortiz was sleeping vaguely. When he saw Zhang Jing coming back, he murmured: "I had a nightmare, please don't leave."
"I won't leave," Zhang Jing sat beside the bed and gently stroked Ortiz's long forehead, "You continue to sleep."
Pregnancy makes it easy to feel tired and restless, so Ortiz closed her eyes and continued to feel sleepy.
Zhang Jing was worried that Ortiz was not in good health, so he specially used the remaining eagle meat and American ginseng the next morning.
Stewing soup replenishes the bodies of two women.
If I remember correctly, this was the first time Zhang Jing made breakfast for them, and he was definitely moved.
Ortiz and Penelope both have good appetites.
At the same time, invisible energy is also nourishing their bodies, and even the baby in the belly is receiving the benefits.
The little baby was shocked and kicked his mother in the stomach.
Across the dining table, Ortiz complained to Zhang Jing, "Your son kicked me again."
The next second Ortiz's expression turned solid, "I might be giving birth."
"Where's the delivery bag?" Zhang Jing, who was not a first-time father, walked around Ortiz and asked skillfully.
"In the living room, on the sofa."
He brought the delivery bag and helped his girlfriend out. Zhang Jing drove, while Ortiz and Penelope sat in the back seat.
Or because it was not his first time to be a father, Zhang Jingqing was familiar with the road and drove the car to the private hospital where Silan gave birth to Ant and Werther.
The hospital was deserted, except for medical staff, there were only four or five patients.
Most of the doctors and nurses knew Zhang Jing, the former owner of AT, a nightclub expert, and a balance bomb in hand. When they saw that he had brought another woman to give birth to a child, they did not make a fuss.
This is Beverly, and situations like this are not uncommon.
If possible, female doctors and nurses would definitely not lose money if they gave birth to Zhang Jing's child.
Unknown to the doctors and nurses, Zhang Jing and them sent Ortiz to the delivery room.
Ortiz held Zhang Jing's hand, his eyes pitiful, "Jack, I'm afraid."
Looking at Ortiz's embarrassed appearance, does he still have the majesty of helping the Madrid royal family find lost antiques in the wind and rain?
He also flew a hot air balloon over the Mediterranean Sea, which was quite impressive.
"Don't worry," Zhang Jing kissed Ortiz gently on his sweat-covered forehead, "I will always be with you."
Looking at her boyfriend, Ortiz's worries diminished a lot, "I love you and our baby, and I hope everything is fine."
"Mr. Zhang," a female nurse met Zhang Jing through the Internet, "you need to change into disinfectant clothes and wear a mask. Please follow me."
This was not his first time accompanying a childbirth, and Zhang Jing knew what to do.
In the small room next to the delivery room, she changed into hospital-prepared clothes, received ultraviolet light and spray disinfection, and returned to Ortiz again.
The person responsible for delivering the baby was a white-skinned female doctor with short blond hair reaching her neck and blue eyes.
She was not the one who delivered Slan's baby, she looked dead.
Because he was a bad guy, Zhang Jingduo looked at the other person, trying to figure out something.
Nothing came out.
There were three nurses at the scene. They knew each other and were most likely not bad people.
Facts also proved that Zhang Jing was overthinking. For the next seven hours, Ortiz suffered from the old nose before giving birth to the baby.
This made Zhang Jing feel distressed. He remembered that Sissi, Silan, and Julia gave birth to babies as easily as laying eggs.
Ding Jiaqi was slower and didn't work so hard.
The nurse handed the simply cleaned, wrinkled baby into Zhang Jing's hands, "Congratulations, the baby looks healthy."
Zhang Jingdao thanked him and took the baby to Ortiz.
Ortiz, who had exhausted all her strength, had a warm smile on her face when she saw the baby she was nine months pregnant with.
"It's late."
