In order to confirm the gold theft case, Zhang Jing flew to Xiangjiang fifteen hours later, just in the evening.

The entrance of the Majestic Hotel.

As soon as Zhang Jing got out of the taxi, a young girl with high heels and hurried steps knelt in front of him.

The girl was wearing a printed cropped dress, and although she didn't fall directly to her knees, it hurt so much that she couldn't stand up for a while.

Zhang Jing was stunned by the prominence of his kowtow gift, and took out a green bill from his pocket and handed it out in three or four seconds.

The girl with a distorted expression subconsciously reached out and took the 100 yuan green bill.

Thinking that things were going on everywhere, I didn't expect the two girls passing by to see this scene and react quickly, kneeling down with their eyes expecting to be rewarded.

Zhang Jing feels liver pain, do you want to give it?

Giving, reluctant.

didn't give it, and was reluctant to live up to their expectations.

After hesitating for a second, seeing that people knelt so standardly, they were not embarrassed, so one of them gave them a green bill.

More passers-by saw this scene, and there were a few bold ones, and they knelt down for Zhang Jing one after another.

Dog's blood, bypassing the kneeling crowd, Zhang Jing left decisively and entered the hotel to rest and fell jetlagged.

At the same time, Ding Jiaqi made an appointment for her boyfriend to meet Li Zhongzhi.

Ding Jiaqi is Han Xin's daughter, knowing Han Xin's back, even if Li Zhongzhi has something, he has to make time to see Zhang Jing.

It's like losing a hundred meters of small target events.

Ding Jiaqi called, and Li Zhongzhi thought that he could delay it for a day; Han Xin called in, smashed the pot, sold iron, sold his sons and daughters, and returned the money before 11 o'clock that night.

The point is that until now the South Asia Bank has not found a hundred small targets that have been lost, and the losses are unacceptably large.

Worried about being squeezed, I don't dare to publicize it, which is quite tragic.

Zhang Jing didn't know that Li Zhongzhi was troubled.

At 9 o'clock in the morning of the next day, according to the appointed time, Zhang Jing came to the 3rd floor of the South Asia Bank Building, Tsim Sha Tsui, No. 82-84 Nathan Road, Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon, and saw Li Zhongzhi, who was 47 or 8 years old with a big comb.

Zhang Jing looked at Li Zhongzhi, and Li Zhongzhi was also looking at Zhang Jing.

I was very envious in my heart, how good it would be if his son chased Ding Jiaqi.

"Good morning, Mr. Li," Zhang Jing politely interrupted the other party's distraction, "Excuse me, why did you invite Mr. Su to send her 9,000 pounds of antique gold to Xiangjiang?"

"Huh?"

Li Zhongzhi was surprised, he already knew that Su Su's antique gold was stolen at sea, but he didn't expect Zhang Jing to investigate the matter.

Because the stakes are so high that he doesn't want to make a fuss, Li Zhongzhi explained truthfully, "Our bank is in a little trouble and needs a gold treasury."

"This was your idea," Zhang Jing asked, "or someone else's idea?"

"This..."

Li Zhongzhi was stunned in his heart, because this was indeed not his idea, he was just an executor.

In hindsight, Lee realized that things might be more complicated than he thought, and excused, "I need to make a phone call."

"Mr. Li," Zhang Jing looked directly into Li Zhongzhi's eyes and persuaded, "You give me the answer now, and in return, Leopard Beer will have 5 small rice dollars to be deposited in the South Asia Bank."

Li Zhongzhi, who had a big back hair, made a heartbeat, "Is 10 okay?"

"Seven."

Getting the bargaining chips he wanted, Li Zhongzhi decisively betrayed: "The Thousand Islands Financial Bank holds 6.12% of the shares of South Asia Bank, and they have a seat on the bank's board of directors;

The other party's surname is Xu, his full name is Xu Zhixiang, a member of the Xu family in the Thousand Island Country, and he suggested that I persuade Su Su to send the antique gold from the magic capital to Xiangjiang."

Zhang nodded his head and was about to leave directly, but was stopped by Li Zhongzhi from behind.

"What are you going to do?"

"Do nothing," Zhang Jing stopped and shrugged his shoulders, "The Xu family can't afford to mess with them."

"That's right," Li Zhongzhi breathed a sigh of relief, "Money is important, life is also important, I will treat it as if I haven't seen you today."

Zhang Jing grinned stiffly and slightly

Smile and leave.

The gold theft case has been found to be more than half understood, Zhang Jing did not expect that he snatched the "Tiger Cannibal" worth up to a small target of one meter yuan from Xu Zhengzheng's hand.

The Xu family snatched antique gold worth up to 5.9 rice dollars from his mother-in-law with a backhand.

The matter was not over, Zhang Jing called Lao Dai Jin and asked him to fly to Xiangjiang on a business trip.

Vows to find out the whereabouts of the lost gold.

Meanwhile.

Bruce, who works for Metropolitan Insurance Company. Li stubbornly found millet.

The reason why I say "bite the bullet" is simple, Su Su and her daughter Wang Sisi are now the largest creditors of Metropolitan Insurance Company, with a small target of 11.8 rice yuan.

According to the contract, they need to pay compensation within seven working days after the loss of the insured item.

And Bruce. Lee's task is to recover the lost gold in seven working days + Saturday and weekend, a total of nine days to avoid losing money.

"Miss Su," Bruce. Li Xie asked, "Why did you send the antique gold from the magic capital to Xiangjiang?"

"This—" Su didn't seem to want to answer.

"Please tell us the truth," Bruce. Lee pleaded, "It's about whether we can recover the stolen gold."

"Because I like to show off," Su Su said with embarrassment, "so I'm going to send the gold to Xiangjiang to show my friends."

「...」

Bruce. Li had investigated Su Su before entering the door and knew that she was a person who loved to show off, but he didn't expect the answer to be unexpected.

Then Koshiro, Mori, who works for Yotsui Insurance Company, also met with Susu and got the same answer.

The point is coming, both for Bruce. Lee, or Maori Koshiro, neither of them suspected Su Su of lying.

Because the impression of millet to outsiders is that he loves to show off.

After sending away the investigators of two insurance companies, Su Su probably guessed that Zhang Jing wanted to sit on the insurance and pay for it.

Compared to the lost 7,000 pounds of antique gold, the small target of 23.8 meters is obviously more attractive.

As for the distribution of compensation, Su Su was not worried, it was not the first day she met, she knew that Zhang Jing would not eat alone.

Zhang Jing didn't know how Su Su would respond to the investigation of the two insurance companies, and it took time for Dai Jin to fly over, and he walked into a small noodle restaurant in the narrow alley behind the South Asia Bank building, intending to treat his stomach.

"Hello, what are you eating?" The boss was a middle-aged man wearing a yellow apron and greeted him.

Listening to the accent, the other party looks like a mainlander.

Zhang Jing glanced at the signboard and ordered, "A bowl of beef brisket noodles."

"$55 Hong Kong Dollar Pledge."

Zhang Jing gave 10 meters of yuan, "No change, add more brisket to me."

"You may be seated." After accepting the money, the middle-aged man immediately began to cook noodles.

The shop is small, only about 2 meters wide and 5 meters long, with three narrow tables running from the cash register to the entrance of the noodle shop, behind which is a kitchen.

Zhang Jing sat down at the dining table, which was only forty centimeters away from the cash register.

Soon, in about five minutes, the boss served a bowl of beef brisket noodles.

Smell it lightly, and the smell scratches the fragrance.

It smells fragrant, it tastes good, the brisket is soft and tough, and it can be scored eight points overall.

The big taste is better, and after a few bites, Zhang Jing eats half of the noodles and meat belly.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a peaked cap and carrying an old-fashioned army-green schoolbag walked into the noodle shop.

"Hello, what are you eating?" The owner greets the guests.

The visitor didn't order, but the owner of the noodle shop, "Do you know Zhang Liang?"

Zhang Jing noticed that the noodle shop owner's expression was obviously stunned for a moment, and asked the guest suspiciously, "Yes, we are comrades-in-arms, and he is not there when he got sick three years ago."

"Did he borrow 20,000 yuan from you?"

The noodle shop owner nodded, "After the others are gone, the business is also yellow, the comrades-in-arms, and his family are also very difficult, so... Forget it, who are you?"

"I am his brother, and before he left, I promised him that I would pay all the debts he owed;

In the past three years, I have been working during the day and running takeaway at night, because you are in Xiangjiang, so this is the last payment, please be sure to accept it." c

As he spoke, the visitor took out two stacks of R from his schoolbag and presented them to the noodle shop owner, "I thank you for my brother."

Leave the money, and the people who come will leave.

The noodle shop owner took the money in both hands, and his expression was at a loss.

Zhang Jing saw all the interactions between the two at close range, and his heart was mixed, people cannot stand without trust, and only with credit can they have dignity.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jing reached out to stop the middle-aged man who was carrying an old-fashioned army-green schoolbag to pay off his debts.

"Is there something wrong with this brother?" The middle-aged man who repaid the debt looked at Zhang Jing and asked.

Scared the sky and the earth, but in the face of such a loving, righteous and trustworthy man, Zhang Jing suddenly didn't know what to say, so he simply took out a stack of 100 yuan Franklin from his pocket and put it on the dining table.

"Take it, you don't have to pay it back," Zhang Jing said, waving his hand, "before I regret it."

The middle-aged man was obviously stunned, but he didn't expect Zhang Jing to give him a stack of 100 yuan rice yuan, which Franklin recognized very easily.

"Don't waste time," Zhang Jing urged, "I eat a bowl of noodles, and I earn millions of dollars every second."

Sure that Zhang Jing was not joking, the middle-aged man took a step back, bowed sharply, and then took the money and left.

After eating the noodles, Zhang Jing also left the same amount of tips for the restaurant owner.

If you don't meet it, you can help you and sleep at night.

"Praise + praise~~~~~ thank you, Lao Tie."