Before the DBS affair broke out, Unik had selected three targets for a hostile takeover.

All three of these targets have high-quality assets, including land, intellectual property, construction, market, customers, special licenses, skilled workers, brands, etc.

The point is that their stock prices are flat, affected by the financial industry, the stock price has hit a new low, buying and selling, and the profit starts at 100%.

Hanjin Heavy Industries is only the first, and there are two more goals.

The other is a larger paper mill.

There is also an auto parts factory, which is the same, all bought and dismantled.

This practice is very unethical, because it will cause most workers to lose their jobs, second, it will hit the real industry, and third, it will create chaos.

In addition, Unik is not interested in small businesses, which causes a bit of a lot of confusion and inevitably makes a lot of news.

The disadvantages are obvious, the advantages are also obvious, the money comes quickly, it seems to be robbing money, but it is legal.

Zhang Jing didn't know that his adopted daughter turned her hands into clouds and covered her hands into rain.

At the same time, he had finished the salvage work in the Beihai Sea of the Wa Kingdom, dismantling ten murals, seven stone Buddha statues, and about 250,000 bottles of liquor.

The Buddha statues are 1.5-1.8 meters high, all are stone carvings, pick the best one to give to Wen Li, keep one, and the other Buddha statues and murals are all handed over to Leopard Beer, which is planned to be used for donation.

This donation is not another donation, the Leopard brand beer series products into the Dragon Kingdom gift. Chinese Net

The content of the 250,000 bottles of liquor is relatively simple, all of which are produced in Moutai Town, including 500 ml of iron-capped Moutai and some 25-liter large bottles of Moutai.

The 25-litre resembles an enlarged version of the Flying White Bottle.

Zhang Jing suspected that it was a fake liquor, how could there be a 25-liter bottle of Moutai liquor? Fooling foreigners, right?

After the rest time, go to the Xiangjiang River to dock, after arriving at the place, except for the seven Buddha statues on the shore legalized, other salvage items do not get off the boat,

Zhang Jing disembarked at Busan halfway, flew to Xiangjiang first, and drove a temporary city SUV into Zhencheng by land.

Zhencheng does not stop, driving in the direction of Huizhou, and most of the roads behind are shuttling through the mountains and hills.

Driving about 400 kilometers to the northeast, Zhang Jing came to the picturesque county of Wuping.

"Hello," Zhang Jing walked into a security office and came to the household registration window to inquire, "May I ask where Captain Qinghuan lives?" He should be about 75 years old this year."

The household registration officer and police looked at Zhang Jing with a confused expression, should I tell you? Who are you?

I didn't get the answer I wanted, but there was still another village, and a middle-aged man who was canceling the account for the old man asked Zhang Jing, "Are you talking about the captain of the Skylark?"

"Yes," Zhang Jing said, "That's him."

"He lives in Yamaguchi, so you still have to inquire about which village."

Wow, Zhang Jing was surprised, subconsciously acted, took out a 100-meter tip from the pocket of his jacket and handed it over.

The middle-aged man looked stunned.

Zhang Jing also reacted that it was not popular in the Dragon Kingdom to give tips to express gratitude, but he had already taken it out and stuffed it directly into the other party's hands.

Leaving the county seat, Zhang Jing drove north along the navigation, followed by a larger and deeper mountain, and the higher and steeper the mountain became.

Along the road at the foot of the mountain, about 80 kilometers in a winding way, Zhang Jing came to the town of Yamaguchi, when the sun had already set.

The first feeling when I arrived at the place was that the environment was really good, and there were clouds and mist surrounding the top of the surrounding mountains, such as fairy energy; The second feeling is that there are many old people, very quiet, and it has a bit of the meaning of Citi Country's wealthy area.

"Hello," Zhang Jing asked an old woman who was taking a walk, "Grandma, do you know where Captain Qinghuan lives?"

The old lady shook her head to indicate that she did not know.

Then Zhang Jingyu inquired, and finally an old man knew.

"That's a madman, a very nasty madman," complained the old man, "I was his neighbor, because he sang until midnight and had to move out."

"What village did you live in before?" Zhang Jing asked politely.

"Dakeng Village, it's only four kilometers from here."

After thanking him, Zhang Jing got into the car again

departures.

Along the steep mountain road, to the place Zhang Jing was dumbfounded, no wonder it was called Dakeng Village, a village located at the bottom of the crater.

The sun had already set, and the vision was dim, and the bottom of the pit could not be seen at a glance.

The road bends are too sharp, too steep, there is no guard, one is not careful, ten deaths, so Zhang Jingkai is very slow.

After more than ten minutes, I arrived at the bottom of the mountain, only to find that this was an abandoned mountain village, and there were a few lights.

After stopping at the entrance of the village for more than ten seconds, Zhang Jing gently oiled himself and went deep into the interior of the white-walled and blue-tiled village.

Drive more than 30 meters along the main cement road, and faintly hear the sound of singing.

"There's a Girl"

"She's a little willful"

"She's still a little arrogant."

I have to complain, it's really ugly, and the throat of the broken gong is like metal rubbing.

Looking for the singing, Zhang Jing came to a two-story small building, the car turned off, people got out of the car, and saw through the window that under the dim light, an old man was simmering in the kitchen.

While drinking songs, he baked socks, and put a bottle of local rice wine and a plate of peanuts on the stool next to him.

"My passion is like a fire that burns the whole desert."

"When the sun sees me, it will avoid me..."

After a while, he changed another song, and sang like this at night, no wonder the neighbors scolded him for being crazy.

Zhang Jing walked around to the door and gently knocked on the door.

The ugly singing in the kitchen stopped abruptly, and the ears suddenly became comfortable.

"Who?" A voice from the kitchen asked.

"Captain Qinghuan," Zhang Jing said clearly, "My name is Zhang Jing, and I just came from Beihai in the Wa Kingdom."

The wooden door creaked open from the inside, and the smell of fragrant rice wine was in the nose.

Looking at Zhang Jing, the thin old man, who is already 75 years old this year, looked suspicious.

The old man looked at Zhang Jing, and Zhang Jing was also looking at him, with gray hair, thin body, rosacea nose, and big eyes.

"I opened the Skylark," Zhang Jing said with respect as he looked at the old man, "and those wines and artifacts are well preserved, thanks to you and your crew."

At the beginning of the salvage, I didn't pay attention to it, but later I found that all the cultural relics were too well protected, and it was too good; The wine is also well protected.

Later, it was discovered that the ship was deliberately sunk, and someone made a difficult choice to protect the cultural relics from being sold abroad.

Qing Huan looked at Zhang Jing with big cloudy eyes, his mouth moved, he wanted to say something, and he was worried that the stranger would be uneasy and kind.

"Seven Buddha statues, ten murals, 40 years later, are still intact," Zhang Jing said, "except for two Buddha statues, the others will return to the Dragon Kingdom, and they will never be stolen and sold in the future."

"You're not here to trouble me?" Qing Huan asked a worried question.

"No," Zhang Jing shook his head, "I only represent myself."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief and drove away, "Let's go, strangers are not welcome."

"Let's have a drink."

As he spoke, Zhang Jing turned back to the car and used a cloth bag to bring ten bottles of iron-capped Moutai.

Looking at the many good wines, Qing Huan was obviously moved, "Come in, it just so happens that I still have good food."

"Wait a minute," put down ten bottles of 500 ml Moutai, Zhang Jing returned to the car, and took out five catties of sauce beef, a bottle of 25 liters of Moutai.

Seeing the 25-liter Da Moutai Qinghuan's eyes, he reacted and said, "You come to light the fire, you must order hard dishes!"

The stove-style kitchen, the pure taste of hometown, is like going back to when he was a child, Zhang Jing was skilled in lighting firewood.

Qing Huan took out half a smoked goose, a piece of pork liver, two pig ears, and some edamame from the refrigerator.

Busy for half an hour, plus Zhang Jing's sauced beef, five dishes, followed by drinking.

Open a bottle of 500ml iron-capped Moutai, gently fan it at the mouth of the bottle, the fragrance overflows, and the smell is so good that the soul is gone.

Simple blending, followed by enjoying time, a sip of wine, a sip of food, and chatting about home cooking.

At this moment, the daughter does not change.