Take a look around the room first, there are no extra items.

Turning his head and looking at the three of them again, Zhang Jing directly requested, "Please give me your mobile phones."

"Who don't you believe?" Kiko Mizuhara, dressed in black silk, beige sweater, white cropped puffer jacket, and long black hair with soft hair, asked.

Zhang Jing shook his head, indicating that it was not a problem inside and outside the track, "Someone told me that there is a fried chicken spy by my side, if you want to clear the suspicion, please give me your mobile phone."

"Sodisina, I see." Her 26-year-old sister, Satomi Hamada, unlocks her latest Fruit 21 and puts it on the coffee table.

The 24-year-old sister Misaku Hamada followed suit, and finally the 42-year-old Kiko Mizuhara also put down the phone.

The three of them all used the new fruit 21, and Zhang Jing started with his sister's mobile phone.

They thought someone would look through text messages or call logs, but Zhang Jing just downloaded a piece of software for his phone.

Then there is the younger sister and Kiko Mizuhara, doing the same thing.

After the software was running, Zhang Jing got the results on his mobile phone, including the places they had visited, the records of their spending, the calls and messages, the contents of their mailboxes, the hidden files in their phones, and so on.

No abnormalities and very clean.

Hell, are they hiding too deeply, or are they overly careful?

"Okay," Zhang Jing returned the phone to the three of them, "you are not spies, the software can be deleted."

"If this software is here, I can rest assured that I won't delete it." Talking, Kiko Mizuhara picked up her phone.

"Then don't delete it," Zhang Jing was not polite at all, "I will also install this software for changing mobile phones in the future."

Carrots and sticks, Zhang Jing then picked up the black backpack he brought into the room, and took out three brand-name ladies bags without packaging.

"I threw away the packaging," Zhang Jing said with an excuse, "These three are Chanel, for you."

Treating all diseases, the smiles on the faces of the three climbed again.

Zhang Jing was naturally happy.

After a short overnight stay at the Songzhi Hotel, Zhang Jing returned to Xiangjiang at noon the next day.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, I came to the antique shop on the 22nd floor of Yunfeng Building.

Because it is the interior of the building, the area of the antique store is not small, the first floor is about 1,500 square meters, and the overall antique look.

Under the watchful eyes of many security guards, the front desk lady stood up and asked Zhang Jing politely, "Sir, do you have an appointment?"

"No," Zhang Jing went straight to the point, "I'm looking for Miss Garth."

"Excuse me, sir," the front desk lady said from thousands of miles away, "We don't accept visitors without an appointment."

Back downstairs, Zhang Jing called the director Zheng Jieying and got the phone number from her.

Still downstairs in the antique store, Zhang Jing then called Scarlett, who was from the family family.

Moments on.

Scarlett answered the phone in her office on the 22nd floor upstairs, "Hello, who?"

"Miss Scarlett," Zhang Jing said in an unfriendly tone, "I have already met Ma Sunyi, he works for you, and you take my two Buddha statues;

Give the Buddha statue back, and I can act as if nothing happened."

"Mr. Zhang, right," Jia Si was not afraid at all, "I'm sorry, I don't know what you said about Ma Sunyi, I'll hang up if it's okay."

It's clear that Garth, despite his good looks, is actually a complete enemy.

In that case, don't blame him for being ruthless.

Hanging up the second call, Zhang Jing sent a message to Lao Daijin, asking him to transfer some more people from Hongdu to do two incidents, one to catch Jiasi, and the other to prevent retaliation.

The matter was handed over to his subordinates, and Zhang Jing planned to start investigating the wreck sites of the Akagi, Kaga, Musashi, Yamato, and so on.

Start with the shipwrecks that are easy to salvage, too deep to go down, it's okay if there is no accident, and if there is an accident, it is 100% dead.

For example, in the previous case, six wealthy people went to the deep sea in a submersible, and the result was like a can being drained of air in an instant, and they died without pain.

Back to the museum, there are many doors

There are two sculptural exhibits, namely the two propellers of the King Kong.

Tourists stand next to the propeller to take pictures, an adult, less than half the height of a blade fan.

One of them was distorted by a mine blast, and the other was in better shape.

Don't worry about someone stealing these two propellers, go through the entrance of the outer loose inner door and enter the museum, and you will be greeted by the super cool stone statue of the guard.

The stone statue is seven meters tall and as serious as a ruthless guard.

Behind is the exhibition hall, the activity exhibition hall, generally used to display new products, this time on display is 15 medals, more than 200 suicide notes, King Kong rudder.

A lot of people visit, and the interesting thing is that because they can't take pictures, some art students specialize in drawing sketches for tourists in the museum.

The mind is really useful, Zhang Jing didn't expect it, otherwise he wouldn't be able to make this money, and he wouldn't have that craftsmanship.

After passing through the brightly lit exhibition hall on the first floor and coming to the staff passage at the back, Zhang Jing found Xu Zehong in the director's office.

Xu Nuo was also there, in addition to the father and daughter, there were two other strangers.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the four of them looked back at Zhang Jing in unison.

The atmosphere was a little gagged, and Zhang Jing, who didn't knock on the door, made a move to greet him, "Curator, are you looking for me?"

"Yes," Xu Zehong just needs someone to break the situation, "The surface of the bronze phoenix artifact that was sent to Temasek for display last time was seriously damaged, and you bear the greatest responsibility for this matter, and the year-end bonus is gone."

didn't know the situation, Zhang Jing honestly cooperated, "I'm sorry curator, I know my mistake, I admit punishment."

"What's the use of knowing what is wrong?" Xu Zehong didn't give up, "I'm old, and I've been scolded by the boss for a long time, so you can't let me save snacks!"

Zhang Jing understood that the two strangers in the office were also here to borrow cultural relics.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhang nodded and stepped back, closing the office door from the outside.

After waiting for half an hour in the exhibition hall outside, Xu Zehong personally sent the two guests out.

Obviously, the two strangers are Xu Zehong's old acquaintances, and the relationship is relatively good.

This made Zhang Jing sigh, just like he accepted Dai Dian's banquet and Li Shancheng's party invitation, there are some things that he really can't refuse.

If you refuse, it will take a lot of courage and determination.

Xu Nuo came to her boyfriend's side, "My father's old acquaintance in Western Xinjiang is really embarrassed to borrow cultural relics, don't let him be the curator."

"Okay," Zhang Jing agreed, "He retreats, you go."

"That's not going to work," Xu Nuo jumped to his feet, "I don't like this job."

Zhang Jingxiang gave Xu Nuo a brain meltdown, "Don't mess with your ideas next time."

"Got it." Xu Nuo rolled his sexy eyes.

At this moment, Zhang Jing and Xu Nuo's eyes widened at the same time, Xu Zehong just sent two away, and welcomed two more.

Subconsciously thought that the other party was also here to borrow cultural relics.

Xu Zehong saw Zhang Jing in the crowd and led the guests to walk towards him.

"Zhang Jing, Mr. Zhang, the boyfriend of the Big Coconut Tree Bank legal person," Knowing that Zhang Jing didn't want to be famous, Xu Zehong deliberately dragged an end note and introduced in the middle, "These two are from Binhai University of Technology, Professor Wang and Professor Li."

Not knowing the other party's intentions, Zhang Jing politely took the initiative to stretch out his hand, "Professor Wang and Professor Li, welcome."

"Mr. Zhang," the old male protagonist surnamed Wang, who also wears thick glasses, stretched out his hand to shake Zhang Jing's hand, and explained his meaning, "We want to buy the propeller at the entrance of the museum, the one on the left is more complete."

Zhang Jing was slightly stunned, and the big propeller looked bluffing, but it was actually useless, and asked tentatively, "What's the use of buying it?"

"Learn from each other's strengths."

"Something from a hundred years ago," Zhang Jing suspected, "outdated, right?"

"The ancient sword of Yue Wang is even older, and foreigners are also rare in its material composition and anti-rust technology, under the pretext of renting exhibitions, deliberately destroying samples in the process."

Zhang Jing hadn't heard of this, so he nodded and agreed, "Jiaqi agrees, you don't need to ask for money, you can pay the freight yourself, just pull it away."

The old man surnamed Wang praised, "Mr. Zhang is magnificent!"

Zhang Jing smiled.

In his own right, he would have liked Area D to be strong and prosperous, for a simple reason, similar to the situation of Governor Sun's overseas patrons.

The stronger the motherland, the better off the wanderer.

"First Update~"