After communication, we learned about Matim's concerns.

Zhang Jing also hesitated, the ancestor said that 'if you don't suffer from widowhood, you will suffer from unevenness", and he really can't build a formal and big property like the Blood Castle for Unik.

What if each person had a 'Blood Castle'?

What a waste, what a waste! The cost is not only the construction of the house itself, but also the nanny, gardener, security, property tax, insurance, etc., which are exaggerated every year. c0

Dozens of sets are a huge waste.

If you invest that money in small, innovative companies for 10, 20, 30 years, you can create another territory, or another sound.

There was no solution for the time being, and Zhang Jing went to Matim's house for dinner at noon.

Because the couple needs to take care of the supermarket, the two children at home are taken care of by two nannies, and lunch is also made by nannies.

If he had a choice, Zhang Jing didn't want to stay for lunch, but this is also an unavoidable relationship.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Jing drove back to the Castle Hotel in the east of the city.

The car was handed over to the hotel waiter, and on the way through the hall, he was met by a foreigner who was somewhat familiar.

I can't name him, but he has a familiar face, short blond hair, a large man, a tattooed neck, white skin, and a pistol stuck under his coat and at the back of his waist.

Citizens are not allowed to own guns, but previously only licensed to possess shotguns.

Because of the war, it is now also allowed to have a rifle, but not a pistol.

Including the bodyguards of the Blood Castle, they also carried rifles with them, and they were very conspicuous behind their backs.

The foreigner also glanced at Zhang Jing, his expression was not, his mind moved, he didn't expect to meet his former target.

When you come to the back conference room on the first floor of the hotel, it is still like a battlefield, making phone calls, communicating prices, exchanging buying and selling opinions, and so on.

Closing the wooden door of the conference room casually, Zhang Jing looked at Ed and Ortiz, but took out his mobile phone in his hand, and sent a message to Les.

'I just saw a man in the lobby of the Castle Hotel, suspected to be one of the members of the Secret Service, who was suspected to be carrying a pistol. "

'About 35 years old, about 1.8 meters tall, weighing about 200 pounds, short blond hair, neck tattoos, white skin, blue jeans, black down jacket. "

Two messages were sent, Zhang Jing walked up to his girlfriend and asked Ortiz strangely, "Where's Chamberlain?"

"Madrid, my sister takes care of it."

Zhang Jing was a little surprised, he thought that Penelope was taking care of him, "Is there anything to do for me?"

"The Duke of Sien, who lives in London, wants to exchange 200,000 acres of Be'a Farm," Ortiz said, sitting and raising his head slightly, "Are you willing?"

Zhang Jing has an impression of Duke Sien, the talk of the West after dinner, when he was young, he had more than 70 lovers at the same time.

These more than 70 lovers have all kinds of characteristics, all kinds of relationships, and all kinds of professions, and they are very good at playing.

In such a comparison, Zhang Jing looks much more pure.

"How?" Zhang Jing was distracted for a second and reminded, "Boa Farm is a whole block." o

"The other side is worried about the confiscation of land in the territory of Hakka Africa after the war, and hopes that the sooner the better, and the specific exchange method needs to be interviewed."

This is a signal, theoretically speaking, even the Duke is worried, and Zhang Jing should also be worried.

Because confiscation is a mutual act, you confiscate, I confiscate, unlucky landlords.

In order to avoid tragedy, landlords of different nationalities should join together and actively exchange to avoid bad luck.

"Yes," Zhang Jing decided to go to Bo'a Farm in the afternoon, looking for famous paintings that I don't know if they had been destroyed by the war, "Let them fly over to negotiate."

Ortiz nodded.

After staying in the conference room with an area of about 200 square meters for half an hour, Zhang Jing drove to the airport and flew to Paris first.

Then from Paris to London.

The distance between these two flights was very close, and they both landed together at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Just when Zhang Jing planned to go directly to Liverpool and take a boat across the sea to Beikefei

, received Kane. Joe phone.

Guessing with his heels, Zhang Jing knew that he was being monitored, so he received a call as soon as he entered the country.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Qiao," answering the phone, Zhang Jing asked as politely as possible, "What's the matter?"

"Jack," Kane. Joe's tone sounded like an old friend, "Mr. Blackwood died in the hospital;

He is an erudite historian of World War II, a well-known writer, and a recipient of the Order of the Great Yin Empire, and he will have a funeral at Westminster Abbey tomorrow morning, so please attend."

Kane. Qiao's boss has a simple idea, no matter what Zhang Jinglai does, it must be right to delay him for some time.

"Joe," asked at the airport taxi pick-up location, holding a phone in his hand and wrapped in a black down jacket, Zhang Jing's eyes blinked, and his tone was uncertain, "I've read the book written by Blackwood, is he really the winner of the Great Yin Empire?"

Kane. Joe is an upper-class elite who knows that Blackwood's books are rubbish, and the content is all lies,, and fools.

Coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment and said, "This is Zhengji."

"I don't have time," Zhang Jing refused, "I'd rather spend money and find two little stars for a day than go to the liar's funeral."

"Jack, you're from the Baron," Kane. Joe complained, "Life can't just be about women and money, isn't it good to become a naturalized Amu and work hard to build Amu (English)?"

"Joe," Zhang Jing said in a sincere tone, "I love money and beautiful women, but I don't like construction, I don't even want to build a house!"

You asked me to build a curtain, is it too difficult for a strong man?"

Kane. Joe Talk.

There is a good saying that it is not the people around you who know you, but opponents and enemies, Kane. Qiao thought about it carefully, Zhang Jing really didn't spend money to build a house.

At least no new houses have been built on the surface.

"Anyway," Kane. Qiao said, "Please arrive at Westminster Abbey on time at seven o'clock tomorrow morning to attend the funeral."

Rejecting others is never ambiguous, Zhang Jing once again clearly refused, "Don't go!"

"In that case," Kane. Joe made the strongest threat, "You will be the first person in a hundred years to be stripped of your title."

"It's okay," Zhang Jing didn't care, "you guys can take it."

"It's going to be a shame," Kane. Joe reminded, "You're going to be disgraced and thrown into the world."

"Joe, we've known each other for so long," Zhang Jing asked rhetorically, "You think I'll care about face?"

Dog blood, this handle doesn't work, and it will definitely be very panicked if you change someone.

"Jack," Kane. Joe began to play the emotional card, "This matter is more important, Westminster Abbey is a state funeral mausoleum, and Blackwood has an important place in the field of World War II historical research;

Therefore, all those who have titles in Amu must participate, and please sell me a favor."

Zhang Jing hesitated for two or three seconds and agreed, "I'll be there on time at seven o'clock in the morning."

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Jing got into a taxi and went to buy clothes first.

Since you have decided to go, you must dress yourself up handsomely, after all, there will be a lot of people with heads and faces tomorrow, and you can't lose the face of the D area.

At the same time, on Zhang Jing's way to the downtown mall, Les found that the person Zhang Jing described in the message appeared in the town closest to the Blood Castle.

Obviously, the other party is here for Bei.

This made Les feel afraid, after all, Bei had only returned to the Blood Castle for a few days, and he still came back secretly.

decided to strike first, and would rather be wrong than wait for Bei to have an accident and end up with a tragic ending of suicide and martyrdom.