Then Yunique talked about expanding the brewery, building a new hotel, and building a new free campsite.

The hotel is used to entertain tourists, and the free campsite has another layer of meaning.

Small farms must have fences, large farms generally do not have fences, and if fences are set up, one or more places will be set aside for strangers to settle down.

It seems that the behavior cannot be understood, but it can be understood as "being a person and leaving a line".

Avoid being splashed with blood in a rage.

Especially after experiencing the incident of the boy in the tower drying his body, Zhang Jing is willing to provide a shade for strangers.

What impresses Zhang Jing is that Unik is very energetic, very energetic, far-sighted and planned.

And it's much more than that, like the moment.

While Zhang Jing and everyone were planning the future of the farm, five members of a serious scientific research team hired by Leopard Beer were camping in the wild east of the Ob River in the Damaoarte Territory.

"Ben," a bearded middle-aged white man dragged a dead tree from a distance and asked, "What are we going to eat tonight?"

"Carrots with potatoes," the young man called Ben shrugged, "it's already good food."

"Oh my God," the bearded man complained, "I've been eating potatoes for half a year, and I want to go home."

"Going home is like losing my job," said the young man named Ben, "and I still count on this job to buy milk powder for my children."

At this time, another middle-aged woman wrapped in a thick cotton coat interjected and chatted, "I hope that the seeds we send back will never find new varieties, so that we can always have a job."

"It's hard to say luck," worried the young man named Ben, "the five of us are looking for ears of wheat in autumn and turning over birds' nests in winter, and sending back a lot of samples."

Because the seed patent was monopolized, Unik wanted to find a completely new seed, with a different genetic sequence than the one that had been found to be there.

The main target is small and small oat rye, and it would be good if other new seeds were found.

Not only in the north, but also in North America, South America, and Africa, there are also professional seed search teams sent out by Unik.

All of these collected seeds are sent to Temasek for cultivation and analys.

The behavior is very money-burning, and it is true. Spend a lot of money to ask for children.

In addition to spending a lot of money for seeds, there are also heavy money on research and development, expanding production, etc., all of which Zhang Jing doesn't know, because he doesn't spend his money, he can't feel the pain.

Then Mike knocked on the door, stood in the doorway and asked, "Boss, do you have time now?"

Zhang Jing got up and left the small living room, leaving the three women to continue the discussion.

"Is there a result of the bomb?" Under the corridor in the front yard, Zhang Jingwen looks like a good old man's Mike.

Mike nodded slightly, "Someone knocked the bomb from under the car last night, I know that person."

"You know?" Zhang Jing asked in surprise.

"Yes," Mike introduced, "I've worked with him once before, a silent man, a bomb disposal expert, and a bomb maker."

Zhang Jing asked the employee tentatively, "What are you going to do?"

"It's not clear who's behind it right now," Mike analyzed, "and that person isn't easy to mess with, unless you kill them all at once."

Zhang Jing understands.

Excluding the Dragon Kingdom, a person who can make bombs, it is very bullish and dangerous to go there.

"Boss," Mike asked, "have you offended anyone lately?"

Suddenly, Zhang Jing didn't know how to answer this question.

Because he has offended too many people, for profit, for money, really. If you don't agree with each other, you will kill someone, and if you don't say a word, you will kill others.

Killing people in Jakarta, killing people in Western Australia, and even ghosts killing about twenty people.

A person like Zhang Jing will definitely be sent to the 999th layer of hell after death.

Seeing that the boss couldn't think of it, Mike reminded again, "Please think about it carefully, the other party should be from Citigroup, otherwise there will be no chance to get to know that bomb expert, who is usually very low-key and does not go abroad for nothing."

"Huh?"

Zhang Jing's mind suddenly brightened, and Jakarta and Tuao were excluded, "You

Chacha Andris, he had a strong desire to acquire 666 Ranch, and his wife died next to 666 Ranch Road."

Mike should be, go and execute it immediately.

Someone did everything, and Zhang Jing came to the manor's big garage.

Take out the coffin lid and the kneeling statue with the head split in half when sweeping the grave.

Because of the different cultures, Zhang Jingda hated these two things very much from the bottom of his heart, took photos, and directly sent Xu Zehong to find someone to identify.

Xu Hongze was in the cowshed area, and he was almost scared out when he received the photos and videos.

The main thing is that the sculpture is too terrifying, kneeling on one knee, with a frightened expression, and the heavy sword slashing from head to chest.

The lid of the coffin is a little better.

However, there is a difference between Chinese and Western cultures, Xu Zehong can't understand what kind of art this is, and he is worried that photos and videos will circulate.

So I called a friend and went to the farm for identification on the spot. Chinese Net

Steve Nash, who is still 70 years old, was slightly stunned when he came to the farm manor when he appraised the Emperor's scriptures and saw the statue in the garage.

Looking around the sculpture, Steve Nash analyzed, with years of experience in the industry, "This author has killed people with his own hands."

"You're saying the murderer was a sculptor?" Xu Zehong asked with concern.

"It should be," Steve Nash analyzed.

"If you look closely at the horror of the sculpture, the eyes, the mouth, these details cannot be imagined by the brain, only if you have seen it with your own eyes; But if you want to show these details, you must have a good shaping skills."

Xu Zehong's throat was rolling, and the black one who was close to the ink asked, "Is it worth it?"

"Where did it come from?" Steve Nash asked Xu Zehong.

Xu Zehong didn't know, and Zhang Jing was not at the scene, "You can see if you can confirm the identity of the author first."

Steve Nash nodded, and then began to look for the logo on the statue, which was easy to find, just to the side of the grip of the heavy sword, with the letters ——. p

Looking at the two letters, Steve Nash's brain spun at high speed, and he asked in a half-loud voice, "Did you bring this sculpture back from Tuao?"

"Why is there such a judgment?" Xu Zehong asked rhetorically.

"Illiaphilli, his father was Arthur Feeley, the first Governor of New South Wales at the time, now Tuo."

"William Feeley," Xu Zehong muttered, his expression strange, "Since this person is the local Emperor of the Soil, why does he have an enemy?"

"When people are full, they start to pursue spiritual things," says 70-year-old Steve Nash, "William's father, Arthur, loved to study the stars, and his dried corpse and starry bronze coffin are now in the Magic City Museum;

And William himself likes sculpture, and it is possible to create materials for murder in order to pursue reality."

Xu Zehong sighed and shook his head, it was too difficult for the common people, starving to death, dying in battle, dying of illness, and some people died for entertainment.

"How much is this thing worth?" Xu Zehong asked.

"I can't tell," Steve Nash explained, "William Feeley isn't a well-known man, and the image of this sculpture is so scary that I'm afraid I'll have nightmares tonight."

Xu Zehong also felt the same way, his heart was not good, and he pointed to the coffin board next to him and asked, "What about this?"

Steve Nash stepped forward to look at it, "This is a piece of marble of poor quality, and the statue of the Virgin is clumsy and worthless."

"Thank you," Xu Zehong handed over a thousand yuan, "This is your appraisal fee, please keep it confidential if you see it today."

Steve Nash nodded, you have to be a good person, don't look for trouble, otherwise you will really die.

There are too many similar examples, and I can write a book.

In short, if you want to live well and live for a long time, you must have a strict mouth.