A blue Ferrari with a roaring engine stopped in front of Zhang Jing and the others.
A young man with a bad image walked down.
It's very similar to the scene in Yanei teasing Coach Lin's wife on the street. This makes Zhang Jing complain in his heart. He has been doing this for hundreds of years. Don't you get tired of it?
"Fried chicken man?" The young man, wearing long shorts with a coconut print, a top with the same local style print, and a pair of gray boat shoes, asked in Amu language.
"Friend," Zhang Jing said kindly, "I don't want to pretend to be sexy, so don't give me a chance to slap me in the face."
Ang Juelun was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Zhang Jing to be so brave and asked, "Do you know who I am?"
"No matter who you are," Zhang Jing drew a line, "you drive your Ferrari, I will go my own way."
Not paying attention to Zhang Jing, Ang Juelun looked at Wang Sisi and Fan Simin and said, "You come with me, each person is 100,000 meters. This is the price for a day."
Zhang Jing took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the other party under the light of the car lights.
This just gave Ang Juelun an excuse to point at Zhang Jing and yell, "Why are you taking pictures? Take pictures of your mother."
The scolding was not enough, and he even waved his fist.
Naturally, Zhang Jing would not be hit. He raised his foot and kicked Ang Juelun, who was as thin as a pole and had a ruffian face, five or six meters away.
"Wow," Wang Sisi clapped her hands, "honey, you are so awesome!"
Zhang Jing sent the photo to the beautiful big cock, and the message came back immediately. The guy who was kicked to pieces by him was named Aung Juolun, and his father was a powerful teacher.
An important confidant of General Min.
"You are dead!" Ang Juolun, who was huddled on the ground with his belly in his arms, pointed at Zhang Jing and the other two men and threatened, "My dad will arrest you all and shoot you!"
Wang Sisi felt scared and hugged Zhang Jing's arm from behind.
Not wanting to suffer the immediate consequences, Zhang Jing took his girlfriend and continued walking back while calling Xiao Xiaotian.
"Mr. Xiao," Zhang Jing went straight to the topic when the call came through, "I was in Yangon, and a teacher's son molested my girlfriend in the street. I beat him."
"Go to the embassy as quickly as possible," Xiao Xiaotian urged, "I will call you."
"I'm on my way to the embassy, more than 700 meters away."
"Is anyone dead?"
"No, he didn't meet my girlfriend, how could he die?"
"I'm asking you," Xiao Xiaotian said on the phone
.Ь. Repeatedly asked, "Did the person you beat die?"
"No, a few ribs may be broken."
After hanging up the phone, Xiao Xiaotian found a notepad, which contained the phone number of the embassy in District D.
It is not difficult to collect these numbers, and everyone can check them online. The difference is that most of the numbers Xiao Xiaotian has are the ambassador's personal numbers.
Coincidentally, the ambassador to Yangon is not only his primary school and junior high school classmate, but also... Now there is something exciting to watch.
By the time Zhang Jing took Wang Sisi and Fan Simin to the place, the iron gate of the embassy's pedestrian passage had been opened, and a middle-aged man in a white shirt, accompanied by several guards, was waiting.
"Zhang Jing, right?" the middle-aged man greeted, "My name is Ding Xiangyang, the ambassador of District D to Yangon."
"Ding..." Zhang Jing thought of Ding Jiaqi, "Hello, Ambassador Ding."
As he spoke, Zhang Jing took the initiative to reach out and said, "My girlfriend and I were shopping and we were harassed by a local from Angjuolun. His father is a division commander and he is causing trouble for you."
"Is Ding Jiaqi also in Yangon?" Ding Xiangyang deliberately looked behind Zhang Jing, "Where is he?"
Zhang Jing's expression was dark, he was definitely looking for trouble on purpose! Not a good person!
Wang Sisi and Fan Simin both guessed that the Ambassador Ding in front of them was a member of the royal family, right?
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
"Xiao Liu, take the guest to the guest room to rest." Ding Xiangyang looked at the guard beside him and broke the silence and said, "Take the guest to the guest room to rest. There are two guest rooms."
The guard named Xiaoliu should be.
Zhang Jing wanted to say that a room would be fine, but he opened his mouth but couldn't say it. After all, he was here to take refuge.
It’s not good to ask for too much.
Watching Zhang Jing walking towards the depths of the yard, Ding Xiangyang took out his cell phone and prepared to make a call.
Just in time, Ang Juelun, who was beaten, followed him to the door of the embassy in a sports car.
He opened the door, got out of the car, and asked Ding Xiangyang in a bad tone through the iron gate, "Old man, have a man or two women come to your place?" Xiu Shuzhu said.
"Your name is Aung Kyaw Lun, right?"
"It's me," Ang Jue Lun said after being confused for a long time. He didn't know what it meant to be afraid. "Why do you call me uncle?"
Ding Xiangyang laughed angrily and called General Min.
Just like Wen Li, the person who answered the phone was an assistant, "Ambassador Ding, are you okay?"
"There is a young man named Ang Kyol Lun who drives a blue Ferrari sports car. He not only shouts outside my embassy, but also molests female tourists in District D on the street. You need to give me an explanation."
The assistant had seen the world and was not afraid of the D-zone ambassador, so he asked, "What else?"
"Otherwise I'll get it myself."
The assistant turned around and told Jun Min about the matter. He had to deal with a lot of things every day. Jun Min was not at ease and just asked his subordinates to call his son back.
Aung Juolun, who was making trouble outside the embassy, received a call from his old father and hurriedly left with his neck scrunched up.
At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, Ang Juelun received the shocking news that his division commander father had died in the military camp near Muse in Chan State.
This big news seemed to have wings and was instantly on everyone’s mobile phone headlines.
Unlike foreign news, which only mentioned the death of a certain division commander, the local news in northern state also introduced the division commander’s family situation in Chinese, and also publicized the responsibility for the incident and launched a new round of anti-yamen armed movement until the demands were met. .Ь.
"Ang Juelun's senior father is dead," Wang Sisi laughed until her stomach ached, "His expression must be wonderful now, haha~~~"
Fan Simin also felt relieved.
Zhang Jing also felt satisfied, but how could it be such a coincidence?
Is it to convince the government to accept Classic Energy's share?
Worried about becoming hostages, Zhang Jing and the others followed the embassy counselor's plane and flew directly back to Mingkuncheng from Yangon at noon.
After escaping their lives and getting off the plane, Wang Sisi and Fan Simin happily danced to Subject 3 on the covered bridge.
The two of them are both arrogant and happy, their expressions and movements are like no other.
The next day at 10 a.m. local time, the three landed at Los Angeles International Airport.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but since the death of the tempering master, Zhang Jing felt that the sky in the alliance area was bluer and the trees were greener.
Driving next to Highway 1, even the sea water is clearer, which is super cool!
Listening to the energetic ditty and thinking about the unparalleled beauty about to give birth, Zhang Jing's whole body was full of strength, energy and hard work.
Driving alone back to Kanfen Farm after a long absence, Zhang Jing felt that everything he had done was worth it when he saw Silke with a big belly and a plastic bucket in his hand in the cobblestone yard of the cowshed area.
Just like three autumns and three generations ago, Zhang Jing walked quickly towards Silk, who had black hair like a waterfall, hugged her in his arms, and did not let go for a long time.
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