When I was a child, I ate lard residue mixed with sugar as a snack.

Grandpa had to refine a large pot of lard every month and stir-fry and eat it every day.

The ancestors started eating lard with a history of 2,000 years.

After 2001, the blended oil advertisement appeared on CCTV channels for the first time.

Just over 20 years later, people are searching on their phones for 'can lard be eaten.'

Facts have proved that human memory is very short, and some real things that have happened selectively think of them as rumors and false things.

For example: whether lard can be eaten.

It may have happened before, but because people are generally reluctant to believe things that they don't usually see, they all become rumors.

If Zhang Jing hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have been willing to believe in the existence of huge creatures, and his thinking was seriously solidified.

However, let him spend the rest of his life looking for a 'big tongue, Zhang Jing is unwilling.

What's more, the other side is not fun, there are no lights red wine yoga pants.

As for the money, Zhang Jing has already thought about it, as long as it is enough.

The ass is different, and the ideas are different, Zhang Jing advises Candela, "If the inner world exists, it may be bad, dangerous, and it may never be able to leave."

"Exploring the unknown is the meaning of adventurers."

Obviously, Zhang Jing couldn't persuade Candela, "Give birth to the baby first."

"I'm going to sell the gems I found last time I hunted for treasure in the Orlando Islands, buy equipment, and build a team."

"Just sell it to me."

"35 million meters, paid overseas, help me save taxes."

"Okay," Zhang Jing stretched out his hand forward, "give me the gem."

Candela got up and left the couch, fetched the gem from the collection room inside the bedroom and handed it to Zhang Jing.

"One more thing," Candela reminded Zhang Jing, "someone from the Amu Intelligence Bureau came to see me a week ago to find out about your situation."

Zhang nodded, before he went to Norway to find pirates to pull investment, and when he left, he followed and burned two people.

Earlier, members of the Amu Secret Service had also invaded Candela's villa.

The analysis should be related to Kanfenla's anti-Amu activities in the Messi area.

When a person is full, he will work together, and Candela plays with a heartbeat.

"They promised me a baronship," Candela said with his back to the couch and his left leg resting on his right, "Ask me, you have no hatred for the Amu;

Is it possible that you are a D-zone spy, an intelligence agent, or something?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jing laughed happily, "If I am a spy, I must be a spy of money."

In fact, Zhang Jingyou engaged in espionage activities and sold a large amount of submarine survey data to Area D at a beautiful price.

It's like washing rice water, others collect it at a high price, do you sell it?

However, Zhang Jing left this matter very clean, and it was impossible for outsiders to know, and District D could not catch him.

"Coincidentally," Candela said in the large living room, sitting on a moon-shaped couch and stepping barefoot on the gray carpet, "I answer them the same way, if you are a spy, you must be a spy of money."

"If I spend the night here, will they invade a second time?"

"There's a better chance they'll kidnap your other girlfriends."

Not worried about what didn't happen, Zhang Jing walked around to Candela's side and squeezed into a sofa with her for intimate interaction.

It's 'Brother, Candela is a woman with a normal orientation after all, and she also needs love.'

When the two of them are dressed *** on the couch, the pretty big sends a message in.

Penelope was kidnapped in the yard and the kidnappers lost her phone and could not continue to track her.

Zhang Jing was speechless, and immediately edited the message and sent it to Jimmy and Chen Guang, asking them to kidnap as many Amu people as possible in the local area.

There are hostages, which means that there are no hostages, Zhang Jing

Kudos to yourself for being witty.

Fake Hepburn then called the phone and said in a panicked tone, "Jack, Penelope can't be found, her phone was dropped in the yard."

"Someone kidnapped her," Zhang Jing comforted the fake Hepburn, "I will save her back, rest assured."

"Is it dangerous?"

"No, it won't."

Listening to Zhang Jing's calm voice, the fake Hepburn put his mind at ease and continued to play games with the baby.

Leaving Candela's residence, Zhang Jing returns to the residential area south of Beverly, meets Ortiz and his son Chamberlain, and gets Penelope's mobile phone.

Six hours later, at four o'clock in the afternoon, a strange phone call came in, and a man's voice asked, "Jack. Zhang?"

"It's me."

"With your phone, you're alone in New Orleans, and Miss Penelope won't be harmed."

"New Orleans is too far away," Zhang Jing said stiffly, "I'll come to Beverly if you want to see me."

The kidnapper's tone was gloomy, "Your girlfriend is in our hands!"

"Three of you are in my hand."

「...」

The kidnapper, who was on the phone, looked at his companion.

A female intelligence agent whispered, "Two hours ago, three compatriots were kidnapped in West Africa."

In the room, the four of them looked at each other, embarrassed.

After asking for instructions, you can only release the person.

At half past five in the evening, Penelope, who can score 9.5 points for his appearance + figure, appeared at the table.

"Did they cuckold me?" Zhang Jing asked worriedly.

Ortiz also wanted to know this question, holding a knife and fork in his hand, and looked at Penelope, who had been kidnapped for a long time.

"What if there is?" Penelope, whose brown hair was kneaded, asked rhetorically.

"If there is," Zhang Jing reacted quickly, "take birth control pills and blocking pills as soon as possible."

Penelope was moved in her heart, she thought that Zhang Jing didn't want her anymore, so she shook her head, "They didn't cuckold you, I'm still pure."

Fake Hepburn felt bored, she wanted to see a different result, and then see someone's reaction.

At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, under the protection of the strong man Mike, Zhang Jing met an old woman in the Beverly Hills Hotel.

The old woman is in her early seventies, with gray hair, bright lipstick, and an overall delicate image, like the protagonist boss in 007.

"From Monsieur Baron," said the woman to herself, across the small round dining-room, "my name is Holly. Sutton, head of the Amu Intelligence Bureau."

"Eldest sister, you're pulling hatred for yourself," Zhang Jing laughed happily, "Remind me that you robbed me of my 'Duchy of Lancaster's estate' on the grounds of the safety of the Guo family."

"I want to remind you that you are a slave baron of Amu."

"It's just a title," Zhang Jing's tone didn't care, "You don't care, and I don't care."

"Why are you hostile to us?"

"I don't answer any questions."

Holly. Sutton didn't give up, "You and Miss Candela have entered the North Hafei and Messi regions many times during the war, why do you support the rebels and the enemies of Amu?"

Zhang Jing shrugged his shoulders and refused to answer.

"You were in London at the time of the Folkestone Harbor bombing," Holly said. Sutton angrily asked, "You were in Chile when the Queen's ship sank, does this have anything to do with you?"

Finally, Zhang Jing turned his gaze away from the excited Huo Li. Sutton moved away, tilted his head slightly, and looked four or five meters behind the old woman.

A young woman at another dining table, staring at herself, a micro-expression expert?