Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Qingyuan Hotel beach sand.

There is no host, no war song, and even the referee is not professional, and the intermediary serves as the middleman.

Samoan boxer Akane Mulippola, hired by the pirates, and Mirika stand face to face in a makeshift quadrangular cage.

"I witnessed the last round of gambling between your bosses," reminded the interim referee of the woman in her forties, "there is no need to fight hard for the rich, don't fight too hard;

How about a wrist wrestler? It can also be won or not, and it is simpler. ”

Rosie Mulipola: "..."

Mirika: "..."

Zhang Jing held his forehead under the ring, this is his pot, and he brought kindness to the middleman.

Pirate John. Ferreksen was also under the ring, angry and angry, his white hair trembling, "Temporary referee, don't mess around, hurry up!" ”

It was a very serious matter, and many spectators let out good-natured laughter.

There was no way, the interim referee of a woman in her forties announced the start of the match.

Etiquette in the arena, Mirika and Rosie Mulippola reached out their right fists at the same time.

At the touch of a button, the game officially begins.

Mirika chose to take the initiative to attack, using her left shoulder as a shield, like an ironcloth move, and one lunged to Rosie Mulippola, who was also tall and strong, and stuck to him.

Outsiders only saw the two of them punching each other quickly, attacking each other at close range without defense.

In less than six seconds, maybe five, Rosie Mulippola fell to the ground with her stomach in her arms.

The middleman in his forties, who had learned a little about refereeing from watching the video on the fly, trotted up to Rosie Mulippola and counted down.

"10, 9, 8, 7.........1, Miss Mirika wins!"

The crowd cheered.

Jennifer, Qu Xiaoqing, and the cheering group danced on the spot, and their good mood couldn't be hidden

Zhang Jing has already danced the richest man dance.

The Norwegian pirate's expression turned black.

Losing the race meant he lost the West Bana-Barcelona onshore gas storage equipment and project.

It's like... It's like, a bolt from the blue!

For a while, the 75-year-old Norwegian pirate rolled his eyes and fainted.

Don't be afraid, there are doctors and ambulances at the game.

On the fifth floor of the hotel, Wen Li and her old friends condescended to witness the whole process of the game.

"The very rare onshore gas storage project in Barcelona is now Zhang Jing's asset," Wen Li asked her old friend, "does it feel easy?" ”

The old man named Xiaofeng didn't speak, a lot of age, of course she knew that although the competition was short, the effort behind it must not be easy.

The whole thing, luck and strength are indispensable.

Meantime.

A large number of bets began to be settled, some people made a lot of money, and some people lost a lot of money.

Among them is 79-year-old Liu Chuanxiong, who was watching the live broadcast in the villa, and when the results were announced, he rolled his eyes and fainted directly on the sofa.

Fortunately, there was a private doctor called by the family in advance, and he hurriedly rescued Liu Chuanxiong.

After more than ten minutes, Liu Chuanxiong woke up leisurely and said the first sentence, "Zhang Jing... Not a person! ”

Liu Ya: "..."

Liu Lehua: "..."

Although the butts are different, both of them support Liu Chuanxiong, but this matter has nothing to do with Zhang Jing, it is he who wants to gamble, or borrowed money.

The point is that people have kindly reminded them that if they buy Mirika to win, someone wants to buy a foreigner to win.

Now it's okay, debt on debt!

Zhang Jing could probably guess that many people were greeting him, but what did it matter?

Making money is the real thing.

Onshore gas storage projects with monopoly attributes, booms, booms, it's really fragrant!

It's even more fragrant.

From Xana's father, Volkov, he is now a major general, a major general, a major general!

Coupled with the attribute of being good at socializing, it is a sure thing for a major general to sit firm.

The major general has more real power, and the rights are interconnected, and the development of oil and gas resources on Kuye Island has hardly been run.

Some people are happy, some people are worried.

Kandra sent a message hoping that Zhang Jing would fly back to Los Angeles.

Thanks to Kandela for his important help in Beikefei, Zhang Jing used a Leopard business jet to take his girlfriend and daughter on a 15-hour flight to the City of Angels.

Landing and taking a taxi for one hour to reach No. 1550 first.

Then drive Wang Sisi's golden version of Babos, half an hour to the door of 638 Siena Road in Bel-Air, and press the horn.

Beverly, Bel Air, Humbigon, the most expensive house prices on the surface of the Golden Triangle.

In a dry and rainy place, it is like a green park, the environment is so good that there is nothing to say, and squirrels chase and play on the side of the road.

In a distraction, the black iron electric gate slowly opened from the middle.

Zhang Jing drove into the front yard of No. 638.

All rich people have a virtue, what they lack to show off, Los Angeles is short of water, and the front yard of No. 638 is about two acres, and there is a fountain on the left and right.

The car stopped in the middle of the yard, Zhang Jing jumped out of the car and gently hugged Kandela, who was waiting in advance.

"What's the situation?"

"My grandfather's brother died."

Zhang Jing has a black question mark, and wants to ask Kandra, such a distant kinship has a dime to do with you?

"When I was in elementary school, I spent three summers at my grandparents' house, and I had a good relationship with their brother, so I wanted you to accompany me to his funeral."

Zhang nodded and asked, "When?" ”

"Tomorrow morning, we'll drive a car over."

"Okay," Zhang Jing promised cheerfully, "I'll come over early tomorrow morning." ”

Seeing that Zhang Jing was about to leave, Kandra reminded, "I saw a lot of lives disappearing in an instant in Beikefei, and I understand more how important it is to have fun in time. ”

Zhang Jing was speechless, he was in the middle of the day, and Kandra wanted to eat him?

"We're buddies," Zhang Jing reminded Kandra, "but you're asking me to give you a baby, it's too much." ”

Kandra: "..."

Return to No. 1550 for a night of rest and jet lag.

Five o'clock the next morning.

Zhang Jing, dressed in black clothes and pants, drove to 638 Bel-Air, changed into a black Land Rover in Candela and set off.

Drive an hour to the Lakeview Cemetery, located near San Antonio Mountain.

Kandra gently took Zhang Jing's arm and waited quietly on the side of the road like everyone else.

In the past ten minutes, the car transporting the corpse slowly drove over, and seven or eight people stepped forward to carry it out of the car.

Carrying the wooden coffin, he walked slowly down the path of the cemetery.

However, when he arrived at the grave pit dug in advance and saw the portrait of the deceased, Zhang Jing was stunned.

It was actually the strange major general he killed in Zone Z.

At that time, the major general wanted to resist with a pistol, but Zhang Jing instinctively shot him to death without a trace of hesitation.

Now it is clear that someone exchanged the body of the major general back, because the family demanded that instead of being buried in a military cemetery, he returned to his hometown.

Shocked in his heart, his expression remained unchanged, and Zhang Jing remained serious throughout the whole process.

Until the coffin was buried and the religious ceremony was over, the family of the deceased walked up to Kandra, "Thank you for coming to see Linden on his last journey." ”

Kandra didn't say anything, but hugged each other and introduced, "This is Jack." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Jack."

Holding the hand of a woman of about 60 years old, Zhang Jing forcibly substituted, empathized, affectionate and righteous, and said seriously: "Please mourn." ”