The dinner is similar to a small state banquet.
During the meal, Zhang Jing proposed to attract investment to jointly build Neidubi’s energy infrastructure plan.
If you paint the pie very big, you can make a lot of money in the future.
Anu sat next to his adoptive father's left hand, listening quietly, with a lot of activity in his heart.
Before, she was just a child struggling to survive, but now, using Internet buzzwords, she started on the 99 levels of hell, and within a few years, she was at the peak of her life.
Even better than the time-traveling protagonist.
King Joam, who was wearing a high-quality white robe, didn't know what Anu was thinking. He was thinking at the moment.
Think about whether there are any pitfalls.
However, because it is an inheritance system, the process of ascending to the top is not very difficult, so he is not so preoccupied and subconsciously looks at the eldest wife next to him.
This made Zhang Jing feel funny. If Ding Jiaqi hadn't been pregnant and about to give birth, he wouldn't be here.
"Mr. Zhang," asked Aunt Sarafa, the elegant princess, "the world is so big and has such a long history. Who is the person you admire the most, or rather envy?"
Just like an interview, seemingly irrelevant questions are actually a test.
Zhang Jing knows the importance and answers well, and can easily get Bertar into the game.
It’s not good to go home, just go home.
Thinking at high speed, Zhang Jing only hesitated for a second and said, "I envy and admire monkeys the most. They have just evolved so well that they don't have to go to work or serve at the table. This requires great wisdom."
The eldest princess couldn't hold back her laughter.
Sarafa, Anu, and the king and his sons and the princesses laughed.
In a harmonious atmosphere, the princess nodded to her husband without leaving a trace.
Joanm received the hint and said cheerfully, "Investment is no problem, and oil and gas cooperation can also be expanded, but you still have to choose one of my daughters to marry back."
"Mr. King," Zhang Jing mentioned the same thing for the second time. He couldn't refuse with the same reason, as that would cause trouble for the other party, "I don't want to get married. This is known to everyone;
Living together without getting married would be an insult to the princess and the royal family. "
In fact, Zhang Jing was very reluctant to marry the princess.
Different from those seen on TV and short videos, the princesses sitting in a circle on the dining table all have darker skin and look like women who resemble the third brother.
Generally not good looking.
Sarafa's situation is slightly different. Although she also has dark skin, due to playing tennis, she has straight breasts and thighs, good looks, good skin, and big and bright eyes.
It’s not extremely beautiful, but it’s enough for Zhang Jing to experience the fun and benefits of Middle Eastern beauties.
In other words, one is enough, there is no need to collect so many, and the rewards will not be exploding.
If you really want it, you can spend money to buy it, more beautiful, more obedient, and more.
Is it annoying to see a woman you don't like around?
Being rejected for the second time, Qiao Anmu felt unhappy no matter what reason Zhang Jing used.
The eldest princess was busy with her thoughts and it was impossible for Zhang Jing to marry the princess.
Being single is so sweet and attractive.
What's more, the princesses at the dinner table today are all sons and daughters born to second, third, and fourth wives in large numbers.
In addition, most of them are incest marriages, and they all have average looks and are not worthy of the man at all.
However, the eldest princess is not a good person either.
He immediately thought of a good way to save his husband's face, eliminate his opponents, and benefit the royal family.
Whisper something in your husband's ear.
Joanm's eyes brightened and he immediately said, "Ide, she is my half-sister. She is currently the deputy financial director of Netal Energy Company. She has been widowed for a month and is currently single..."
"..."
Generally speaking, wealthy people are less likely to die from illness and have a lower probability of accidents.
Joanm is in his forties, and his sister will only be younger. In addition, there are many disputes in the royal family, and political struggles are bloody. Joann's brother-in-law may die of... murder?
It’s not that Zhang Jing has rich ideas, but that the world is too wonderful,
Better looking than that.
And the eldest princess is not a good person either. The king’s sister is the deputy financial director of an energy company. In such an important position, does she attack dissidents and install her own people?
After introducing her sister in a lengthy speech, Joanm finally said, "You are not required to get married, as long as you can have two or three children. She has always regretted that she and her ex-husband did not have children."
"No problem, it's just that I have to rush back to Xiangjiang tomorrow." For the third time, Zhang Jing couldn't refuse anyway and could only advance and retreat covertly. "It's too late."
"It doesn't matter, we will enter the bridal chamber tonight," the princess told the assistant with a gun who was waiting not far away, "and get this done."
Zhang Jing wanted to scold his mother, he wanted money and people, but he still couldn't do whatever he wanted.
Like cannons on a cargo ship, who can understand that kind of sadness?
After dinner, Zhang Jing sent Sarafa and Anu to the car.
Seeing that Sarafa was worried, Zhang Jing said softly, "I will not touch other women tonight."
"No," Sarafa was startled, "You'd better touch me. My aunt is hard to deceive, and her conscience... is rather fierce."
Looking into Sarafa's eyes, Zhang Jing thought of the evil concubine in ancient times.
After putting Sarafa and her adopted daughter in the car and leaving, Zhang Jing was taken away by two assistants with guns and left the palace.
The process is not like going to a bridal chamber, but more like going to the execution ground.
It was already obvious at this point that there must be a political struggle behind the scenes, otherwise there would be no need for armed escort.
Sure enough, before the person arrived, the princess sent a message, "Get Ide pregnant as soon as possible, except for the investment;
All cars used by Netar for official business and visits will be replaced by Tiger cars. "
About forty minutes later, the car drove to the door of a white villa on the shore of the Persian Gulf.
The front yard door has been opened, and the car drives directly to the entrance of the main hall of the villa.
The assistant with a gun got out of the car in the passenger seat and politely opened the door for Zhang Jing. His movements were very standard.
"Sir," said the assistant with a pistol on his waist under his suit jacket, "Princess Ide is already waiting. Please make sure there is a real relationship, otherwise it will be difficult for us to do business."
Zhang Jing looked at the house in front of him and saw the women's watch on his wrist and the Viper pistol hidden under the sofa.
Bugs, miniature cameras, etc. hidden in coffee tables, dining tables, sockets, bathrooms, etc.
Obviously, every move of the king's sister is being monitored by the princess. If Zhang Jing dares to play with Liu Xiahui, the result will definitely be unfavorable.
Pushing open the main door of the wooden living room, there is a foyer behind, with a starburst pattern in the middle of the floor.
There are oil paintings and several plastic works of art hung on both sides of the foyer.
After passing through the foyer, there is a metal sculptured screen about four meters high and five meters wide. Behind the screen is the formal living room.
Princess Yi De was waiting and felt a little relieved when she saw that Zhang Jing had yellow skin.
She was worried that the eldest princess would find it difficult to accept a black man for her.
However, even if Zhang Jing has yellow skin, she cannot accept it. After all, she has only lost her husband for a month, and the murderer is most likely the princess.
The enemy who killed her husband arranged for her to find a new man. Who can understand this kind of hatred and hatred?
However, her half-brother, the king, obeyed the princess, making her life like walking on thin ice.
Yi De looked at Zhang Jing, and Zhang Jing was also looking at him, and he thought, "Fuck!"
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