Because of the grounding, the affairs of the ocean slope can only be handled by his girlfriends and his employees.

Zhang Jingxin stayed in the hotel and waited for Barbie to come back in the evening.

"Boss," Barbie poured herself into an ice waterway, "the property rights of the riverside castle belong to the local yamen, and the price is 280,000 pounds;

The condition is that a minimum of £2.8 million will be invested in maintenance and refurbishment over the next five years; The sale and purchase agreement has been signed this afternoon, and the official title will be obtained tomorrow after paying the tax."

Zhang Jing wondered, "Why does the local yamen do this kind of thing of taking off their pants and farting?"

"It's for the buyer," Barbie said, "not only does it save a lot of taxes, but the £280 refurbishment cost will also create a lot of jobs."

After thinking for three or four seconds, Zhang Jing understood that it was not so much to give profits to buyers, but to give profits to ordinary people, so that everyone could have a job, and let commodity building materials and household appliances circulate.

It's also well-intentioned.

"Boss," Barbie asked strangely, "why did you buy a house in London, and do you plan to stay longer in the future?"

"I don't know when the ban will be lifted," Zhang Jing said nonsense, "If the ban is ten or twenty years, you have to make yourself more comfortable."

Barbie nodded, "After I get the property rights tomorrow morning, I'll go find a renovation design company."

"No, I don't."

Zhang Jing didn't plan to renovate at all, nor did he plan to renovate, and he didn't plan to ask for 280,000 pounds, excused:

"I'm going to find a good design firm from Citigroup, you don't have to worry about this matter, after you get the property, you can just go back to Los Angeles."

Barbie didn't know what her boss was thinking, so she finished her work the next morning and flew away at noon.

With the property rights in hand, Zhang Jing retired from the chef team and personally drove the rented luxury car, bringing the tools, tents, food, and water he had bought temporarily, to the riverside castle thirty kilometers north of the city.

A military castle built 300 years ago to guard the riverbank.

When it rained heavily in the sky, Zhang Jing parked the car in the courtyard and trotted into the castle.

Because of the disrepair, the interior is badly rotten, and moss grows on the ground, walls, ceilings, and many places are hung with cobwebs.

Passing through the front hall, the back space is the main hall.

Similar to the place where military councils were held in the Middle Ages, sunken, with three steps.

This architectural structure continues to this day, such as in the classrooms of public classes and the meeting places of some Western parliamentarians.

Releasing the smart beans to look at the wind, Zhang Jing walked to the center of the round hall.

The metal is visible, and there are good things fifteen or sixteen meters underfoot, and there are quite a few.

Tapping on the floor, and there is no hollow drum sound, indicates that the entrance is heavy, otherwise it would not hide things under the floor.

Not wanting to destroy the original appearance, Zhang Jing tried to find the mechanism, and then quietly took away the valuable items.

Lying on the ground and looking back and forth, there was no result for one hour and no result for two hours, until the smart bean barked, and Zhang Jing hurriedly jumped up from the ground.

Moment.

A woman dressed in a raincoat came to the courtyard of the castle, stood behind the butt of the car, and shouted towards the entrance of the main fort, "Is there anyone?"

Zhang Jing stood at the door like a ghost and quietly looked at the woman in the rain.

"Hello," the woman looked down, "I'm riding through here, can I stay here for a day to escape the rain?"

"No."

The woman was slightly stunned in her heart, she didn't expect Zhang Jing to be so cold.

"Ahh

Zhang Jing didn't know that the woman's real cold was a fake cold, and considering that it was raining, he agreed to let her come in and rest.

Allowed the woman to get excited, "My car is outside, I'll ride it in."

The woman was riding a lady's version, a pink Harley-Davidson motorcycle, with a lot of luggage, and it looked like a professional wandering outside for a long time.

braved the rain to take her luggage indoors, and put on a raincoat for her motorcycle, the woman finally stopped her busy figure and had the opportunity to talk to Zhang Jing.

"My name is Faye White, are you the lord of the castle?"

Zhang Jing has a black thread group, before Barbie said that there is an African-American tongue twister named "Kanye", and this is another "Faye".

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"Jack, I'm the castle master," Zhang Jing asked, "Where are you going?"

"I set off from Edinburgh and planned to take a bike ride around the British Isles." z.br>

Zhang Jingtou, the British island is very small, compared to riding the dragon country, it is not worth mentioning to go around the island.

"Wow!"

Knowing that Zhang Jing was the owner of the castle, Faye White's eyes were bright, "Renovating this castle owner is a time-consuming and expensive job, you are very powerful."

Zhang Jing pulled a smirk on his face, "You go to the tower to set up a tent to rest, don't come to disturb me."

Faye White pointed to the inside of the castle, "Is there a staircase to go through?"

Nodded his head.

After the master left, let the smart bean guard the stairs, Zhang Jing moved his daily necessities from the car into the main castle hall, and then continued to look for the entrance to the secret room.

In case, Zhang Jing didn't want to use a bomb, maybe there would be valuable porcelain underground, and it would be a pity to shatter it.

If it is a rare vase used by Qianlong or Yongzheng, it can regret the intestines.

From the morning to the evening rain stopped, standing in the center of the huge main hall, Zhang Jing felt desperate, it seems that he is only worthy of rough work, with bombs.

At this time, the smart bean barked twice.

Then, when he was about thirty years old, he changed his clothes, his brown hair was neatly combed, and he was much more energetic, and found Zhang Jing again.

"Would you like to prepare dinner together?" Faye White looked into Zhang Jing's eyes and asked tentatively.

Zhang Jing agreed, he just needed to rest.

"I'll go to the yard to collect firewood." Faye White took the initiative to take on the tiring work, and turned to run out.

Zhang Jing picked up a few stones and simply built a stove with a wooden frame on it.

The kettle brought by Faye White to boil water for coffee; Fry the eggs in a small pan and heat the pork chops and slices of bread.

A simple dinner was quickly prepared.

"Where are you from?" Faye White held a boxed lunch, munching bread and chatting.

Because he wanted to do bad things and couldn't embarrass a big country, Zhang Jing pretended to be bad at English and said vaguely, "I'm Asian."

"I'm from the Nether, I grew up in Edinburgh and worked in London for two years," Faye White looked talkative, "Do you like the Nether?"

"I can't talk about liking or hating, there are good people and bad people in a place," Zhang Jing smiled, "In London, I've met both of them."

Faye White was slightly stunned, "I'm sorry my compatriot gave you a bad experience."

"It's okay," Zhang Jing smiled and shook his head, looking open-minded, "I don't usually have a grudge against others."

Then he added in his heart: "If you have a vengeance, you will usually take revenge on the spot."

Faye Huai nodded, like a trick, took out a small metal pot from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Jing, "Whiskey."

"I don't drink."

At the beginning of her arrival in Seattle, Ding Jiaqi emphasized that you should not drink strangers' drinks; Even those who know each other should be properly vigilant.

As a result, Zhang Jing took this sentence as a deaf ear, and was confused by Zhou Manmiao soon after.

Fortunately, Zhou Manmiao's request is not high, in case of washing the intestines or cutting the waist, the consequences are unimaginable.

Zhang Jing didn't drink, and Faye White unscrewed the lid and took a big sip himself.

Just when Zhang Jing and Fa Ye were having dinner together, the head of the security police, Luke, who was in charge of investigating the tragedy of the black referee and the bearded man. Shaw is in his garage at this moment.

looked at the six friends in front of him.

Luke, who used to fight in Amou Khan. Xiao said angrily, "Those officials don't care, we can't ignore it, Jack. Zhang is in the castle by the river now, what do you say!"

"Pinch his bird!" A fat strong man about two meters tall squeaked his fists.

A tall and skinny

A man licked his lips wildly, "Cut his windpipe and drink his blood."

"Even if the Yin people are at fault, they are not something that a foreigner can bully," a strong woman said fiercely, "smashing his bones one by one!"