Owning wealth and protecting wealth is what Zhang Jing naturally wants to do in accordance with the development of human nature.

But a lot of things can't be done overnight, so you need to keep a low profile!

Just as Zhang Jingwei was planning for the future, Mike came to Tokyo, Shibuya, Nishihara, 12-6.

It is an apartment building, where rich people live.

In front of the apartment building, Mike looked up at the twenty-story apartment building for a moment, and then stepped into the foyer on the first floor.

The foyer is not large, with a walkway and a service desk.

A vigilante and a middle-aged female property worker are chatting.

Mike interrupted them, "I'm a guest of Mr. Karlof Ghosn, please swipe my elevator card for me."

The profession of the vigilante is to watch Karloff Ghosn not run because of his duty to use a metal detector on Mike.

Coins, belts, keys, these metals are to be left behind.

After confirming that there were no dangerous goods, the security police swiped the elevator card for Mike.

The elevator stops on the sixth floor, a one-ladder one-family system, a high-rise apartment building, a symbol of Tokyo's wealthy.

Knocking on the door, Mike met Karlof Ghosn, a middle-aged man who looked like Chaplin.

Suddenly, Mike had a plan in mind.

"Hello Mr. Karlof Ghosn," Mike introduced himself, "I'm from Los Angeles, and you're going to have a concert at home?"

The little Karlof Ghosn looked at Mike and complained with an exaggerated expression: "Life under house arrest is too boring, I need music to relax."

As he spoke, Karlof Ghosn gestured at the same time, indicating that there may be a listening device in the room.

"What music do you like?" Mike also gestured while talking, asking for pen and paper.

"Come in and have a drink," Karlof Ghosn stepped aside, "I'm so bored, let's talk while we drink."

Mike left the apartment half an hour later and was never seen again.

The next day a small orchestra arrived in Tokyo from Los Angeles.

After a short break, the orchestra came to provide services to Karlof Ghosn.

After an hour of playing, playing and singing, a group of ten people dragged large and small music boxes, went straight to the airport, and left by private jet.

Because of the father-son relationship, all the Citi people went to the customs of the country to be VVIP, and there was no delay in the whole process.

By the time the police found out that Karlof Ghosn was missing, he had already boarded a private jet.

By the time the security police arrived at the airport, the plane had already flown away.

"Whew!"

The diminutive Karlof Ghosn came out of the cello case, "Where am I now?"

"On the plane."

Using a fake passport, wearing a wig, and wearing contact lenses, Mike replied calmly.

"Thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome," Mike conjured up a pistol as he spoke, "Let's talk about why the Japanese are putting you under house arrest."

Karlof Ghosn: "..."

"Don't do that," Karlof Ghosn smiled awkwardly, "You're here to save me, not a tyranny. disciples."

"You've been rescued," Mike picked at gunpoint, "it's normal to have broken hands, broken feet, and gunshot wounds on the run."

Seeing that Mike was playing seriously, Karloff Ghosn's expression became serious, "You guys are black and white, and you guys are acting like thieves!"

"No," Mike quibbled, "we're acting in our true colors."

As he spoke, Mike loaded his pistol.

"I said," Karlof Ghosn compromised, "I run a multinational accounting firm that helps companies avoid taxes, and I was under house arrest because I was found to be a cheater."

Since it wasn't a commercial plane, Mike just called out on the phone.

Zhang Jingzheng was sleeping with Silan in his arms, answering the phone in a daze, and heard that Karloff Ghosn was under house arrest because of accounting problems, and he was immediately uninterested.

"We won't meddle in this matter," Zhang Jing ordered Mike on the phone, "send him to the target location and complete the deal."

Karlof Ghosn's final destination for his escape was Beirut, the Lebanese capital.

Because it is a medium-sized private jet, it needs to be refueled in Manila, Jakarta, and New Delhi on the way.

24 hours later to the place.

As the plane landed, Karlof Ghosn excitedly told Mike that he was excited, "This will be my paradise, thank you for everything you have done for me, I am grateful."

"You're welcome," Mike looked like an honest man, "and I wish you a happy escape."

When the plane came to a standstill, the doors opened, and Karlof Ghosn was the first to happily disembark.

Hopping up and down to pick up a Benben van and two darts that picked him up.

Instinctively feeling that something was wrong, the little man Ghosn slowed down, and the next second turned to find Mike again.

"Let's go with ***," Karlof Ghosn sent an invitation to Mike, "luxury car beauty, what do you want."

Although he was paid a weekly salary, Mike knew that he was employed for life, and he couldn't get off the ship.

Ignoring Karlof Ghosn, on the empty airport, Mike beckoned the staff, called a fuel truck, and refueled the plane.

Seeing that Mike ignored himself, Karloff Ghosn worried, "There may be a problem with the person who came to pick me up, can you protect me for three days, 10,000 meters a day."

"Are the Japanese people moving so fast?" Mike didn't bother to ask.

"This—" Karlof Ghosn looked embarrassed, "I've not only offended the Japanese people, but also other people, and it's a bit of a problem."

"Your trouble, not mine."

"Yes, yes," Karlof Ghosn admitted, "I paid you to take on some of my troubles."

"You need to get in touch with the top," Mike reminded, "and if there is an order, I will protect you; If not, I won't do anything."

"The price is too high," Karlof Ghosn complained, "we trade privately, and the more you earn, the more money I can save."

Again, Mike knows that he is a lifelong employment system, and he can't run away from that, so there is no need to offend the boss for a little money.

Seeing that Mike was determined not to help, Ghosn dodged and ran onto the plane.

Hop stepped on the ladder and ran at the speed of a rabbit.

Mike smiled, it's an idiot, this is a cross-border flight, thinking that you can get on the plane and go?

Eventually, Karlof Ghosn stepped off the plane and walked to the Benben van that had come to pick him up.

Really.

As soon as he arrived at the vehicle, Karlof Ghosn was forced into the car by his mutinous men, and the car drove away.

Mike kept everything in his eyes, because it was nothing to do, and took off again after a brief preparation.

The next day, I met the boss at Kanfen Farm and reported to work.

"You're saying Karlof Ghosn fled to Beirut and was still captured?" Zhang Jing asked in surprise.

Mike nodded, "Depending on the situation, he might as well stay in the Wa Kingdom."

"Hehe," Zhang Jing smiled happily, "Out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den, Ghosn is also very depressed now."

Karlof Ghosn was so depressed that he was being beaten and screamed.

"Don't talk about Ghosn," Zhang Jing took the initiative to divert the topic, "You go to rest, tomorrow I will go to the Yin Kingdom to watch the Katie quarter, is the plane back?"

"No," Mike replied, "parked on the farm runway, refueling."

There are five planes on the farm, and the farthest one flies 2,000 kilometers and cannot go abroad.

Long-distance flights need to be rented.

The owner is the same *** of rookie director Marcus, Hollywood star John Volta.

Zhang Jing took out his mobile phone and called Barbie, asking her to rent the plane for a few more days.

Because the pilot needed to rest, Zhang Jing didn't leave until the next day.

However, as soon as he got on the plane, he found a problem, and Zhang Jing's first reaction was Mike's betrayal.