When I was a kid, I ate lard residue mixed with sugar as a snack.
Grandpa makes a large pot of lard every month and eats it for cooking every day.
Our ancestors started eating lard for 2,000 years.
After 2001, blended oil advertisements appeared on CCTV channels for the first time.
Just over 20 years later, people were searching on their mobile phones for 'Can lard be eaten?'
Facts have proved that human memory is extremely short, and some things that have really happened can be selectively dismissed as rumors or falsehoods.
For example: Can lard be eaten?
It may have happened earlier, but because people are generally unwilling to believe things that they usually cannot see, they have become rumors.
If Zhang Jing hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't even believe in the existence of giant creatures even if he was beaten to death, and his thinking was seriously solidified.
However, Zhang Jing is not willing to spend the rest of his life looking for Big Tongue.
What's more, the other side is not fun, there are no lights, wine, and yoga pants.
As for money, Zhang Jing has already thought about it, as long as it is enough.
Different butts mean different ideas. Zhang Jing advised Candela, "If the inner earth world exists, it may be bad and dangerous, and it may never leave."
"Exploring the unknown is the meaning of an adventurer's existence."
Obviously, Zhang Jing couldn't persuade Candela, "Let's give birth to the baby first."
"I plan to sell the gems I found during my last treasure hunt in the Orlando Islands, buy equipment, and form a team."
"Just sell it to me."
"35 million yuan, paid overseas, help me save tax."
"Okay," Zhang Jing stretched out his hand, "Give me the gem."
Candela got up and left the sofa, found gems from the collection room inside the bedroom and handed them to Zhang Jing.
"One more thing," Candela reminded Zhang Jing, "people from the Amu Intelligence Bureau came to see me a week ago to learn about your situation."
Zhang Jing nodded. He had gone to Norway to seek investment from pirates, followed him when he left, and burned two people to death.
People from Ammu's Secret Service had invaded Candela's villa earlier.
The analysis should be related to Canfengla's activities against Ammu in the Messi area.
When a person is full, he will cooperate. Candela plays with heartbeats.
"They promised me a baronetcy," Candela said with a relaxed expression, leaning against the sofa with her left leg draped over her right leg. "Ask me, do you have no hatred towards the Ammu people?
Is it possible that you are a spy or intelligence agent in Area D? "
Hearing this, Zhang Jing laughed happily, "If I were a spy, I would definitely be a money spy."
In fact, Zhang Jingyou engaged in espionage activities and sold a large amount of submarine survey data to Area D for a very good price.
Just like rice water, if others charge a high price, will you sell it?
However, Zhang Jing kept this matter very clean. It was impossible for outsiders to know about it, and there was no way for District D to catch him.
"What a coincidence," Candela chuckled, sitting on the moon-shaped sofa in the large living room, with her bare feet on the gray carpet. "I answered them the same way, if you are a spy, you must be a money spy."
"If I spend the night here, will they invade a second time?"
"It's more likely they'll kidnap your other girlfriends."
Not worrying about what didn't happen, Zhang Jing walked around to Candela, squeezed into a sofa with her, and had an intimate interaction.
It is said that 'brother', after all, Candela is a woman with normal orientation and also needs love.
While the two were having sex on the couch with their clothes on, the beautiful big cock texted in.
'Penelope was kidnapped in the yard and her kidnappers lost her mobile phone and could no longer follow her.
Zhang Jing was speechless and immediately edited the message and sent it to Jimmy and Chen Guang, asking them to kidnap as many Amu people as possible in the local area.
There are hostages, which means there are no hostages. Zhang Jing
Kudos to yourself for being smart.
The fake Hepburn then called over and said in a panic, "Jack, Penelope can't be found. Her mobile phone fell in the yard."
"Someone kidnapped her," Zhang Jing comforted the fake Hepburn, "I will rescue her, don't worry."
"Will there be any danger?"
"Won't."
Hearing Zhang Jing's calm voice, Fake Hepburn felt relieved and continued playing games with her baby.
After leaving Candela's residence, Zhang Jing returned to the residential area south of Beverly, met Ortiz and his son Chamberlain, and got Penelope's mobile phone.
Six hours later, at four o'clock in the afternoon, a strange call came in. A man's voice asked, "Jack Zhang?"
"it's me."
"Take your phone and go to New Orleans alone. Miss Penelope will not be harmed."
"New Orleans is too far," Zhang Jing said firmly, "If you want to see me, come to Beverly."
The kidnapper reminded in a gloomy tone, "Your girlfriend is in our hands!"
"I have three of you in my hands."
"..."
The kidnapper who was on the phone looked at his companions.
A female intelligence agent whispered, "Two hours ago, three compatriots were kidnapped in West Africa."
In the room, the four of them looked at each other, embarrassed.
After asking for permission, the person can only be released.
At 5:30 in the evening, Penelope, whose overall appearance and figure can be rated 9.5 points, appeared in front of the dining table.
"Did they cuckold me?" Zhang Jing asked worriedly.
Ortiz also wanted to know this question, holding a knife and fork in his hand, looking at Penelope who had been kidnapped for a long time.
"What if there is?" Penelope, with her brown hair smoothed, asked.
"If there is," Zhang Jing responded quickly, "Take birth control pills and blocking drugs as soon as possible."
Penelope was moved. She thought Zhang Jing didn't want her anymore, so she shook her head and said, "They didn't cuckold you. I'm still pure."
The fake Hepburn felt bored. She wanted to see a different result and then see someone's reaction.
At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, under the protection of the strong man Mike, Zhang Jing met an old woman in the Beverly Hills Hotel.
The old woman is in her early seventies, with gray hair, bright lipstick, and an exquisite overall appearance, like the protagonist's boss in 007.
"Mr. Baron," the woman introduced herself across the small circular dining room, "my name is Holly Sutton, the head of the Ammu Intelligence Bureau."
"Sister, you are bringing hatred to yourself," Zhang Jing laughed happily, "Remind me that you used the national security as an excuse to take away my Lancaster Duchy real estate."
"I want to remind you that you are Ammu's baron."
"It's just a title," Zhang Jing said in a nonchalant tone, "You don't care, and I don't care either."
"Why are you so hostile to us?"
"I'm not answering any questions."
Holly Sutton did not give up, "You and Miss Candela entered the North Kefei and Messi areas many times during the war. Why did you support the rebels and Ammu's enemies?"
Zhang Jing shrugged his shoulders and refused to answer.
"You were in London when the Folkestone Harbor explosion occurred," Holly Sutton asked angrily. "You were in Chile when the Queen's Ship sank. Does this have anything to do with you?"
Finally, Zhang Jing looked away from the excited Holly Sutton, tilted his head slightly, and looked four or five meters behind the old woman.
A young woman at another dining table was staring at him, an expert in micro-expressions?
