The party program lasts two hours, ten minutes before the end.

Just when Zhang Jing was about to leave the show and go home, Zhu Yongmei, who had a clean image and short hair, stepped on high heels and came to Zhang Jing angrily.

The gaze can kill, "You kidnapped my son!" ”

"Manager Zhu," the people around them have their own circles, and no one pays attention to them, Zhang Jing reminded softly, "You can drink wine indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense." ”

"You can kidnap my son!" Zhu Yongmei's image became hideous, "I will kidnap your daughter too!" ”

"Okay," Zhang Jing took out his mobile phone and said without fear, "first cut off your son's two fingers." ”

Watching Zhang Jing's message, Zhu Yongmei still had illusions in her heart, thinking that the other party would not dare to do this.

After the order was issued, Zhang Jing looked at Zhu Yongmei again, "You use gray methods to make money, and I can also use gray methods to deal with you;

Give me the information, otherwise, the transaction will be void in one hour, and the timer will start from now on. ”

understands that 'invalidation' is equivalent to tearing up the ticket, long-term life is comfortable, and work is smooth, Zhu Yongmei does not think that Zhang Jing dares to do this, and his attitude is still tough, "You will not succeed!" ”

Far away in London, after receiving a message from his boss, the elder Dai Jin cooperated to cut off the little finger and ring finger of the left hand of the 17-year-old boy.

I cut it directly with a knife, without the slightest hesitation, not caring about the victim screaming, crying, being afraid, and begging for mercy.

The photo was then sent to the police officer.

At the end of the party, ten minutes later, Zhu Yongmei received a photo from the London vigilante.

The content of the photo is two severed fingers, which made Zhu Yongmei's brain dizzy, and she instinctively wanted to go to Zhang Jing to perform a sprinkling.

But by this time the party had ended, the crowd was leaving, and Zhang Jing had already left.

Very suddenly, Zhu Yongmei suddenly thought of what Zhang Jing said ten minutes ago, 'The transaction will be invalid after a small entry'.

Two of her son's fingers were cut off, and Zhu Yongmei no longer dared to underestimate or hesitate.

Leave the party hotel in a hurry and run to the Kim You Building in Connaught Road West, Sheung Wan! Speed up and run!

Back to the office on the 29th floor, turn on the computer, extract the encrypted files, and contact Zhang Jing by phone.

"Here you go!" Zhu Yongmei's emotions were out of control, "The information is for you!" ”

After leaving the hotel, Zhang Jing walked to the pier before he walked, holding his mobile phone in his left hand and said, "Download an application called 'Black Tea is Healthier' from Gu Mouge and upload the information into it." ”

"Good!" Zhu Yongmei agreed, "When will I release my son." ”

"Two words for you, idiot!" After scolding, Zhang Jing hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy sound on the phone, Zhu Yongmei reacted in hindsight that it was impossible for Zhang Jing to promise anything on the phone, otherwise it would be tantamount to admitting to the kidnapping.

Download 'Black Tea is Healthier' now and install it.

Agree to a series of conditions.

For example, access to the phone list, access to the photo space, use the camera permission, self-upgrade, etc., and then enter the window and upload the data.

There was no delay, no lag, and Zhang Jing received the requested information at the same time.

During the boat, Zhang Jing looked through it carefully.

The content is more detailed, and there are photos of cultural relics, introduction of cultural relics, buyers of cultural relics, and transaction prices.

Shockingly, more than 40,000 cultural relics have been lost in the recorded ten years.

And they are not the kind of worthless cultural relics of the late Qing Dynasty, but there are countless treasures, including the bronze dragon!!

This made Zhang Jing hate to the root of his teeth, and he fortunately did not become a virgin at that time.

In response to what Lao Xu said, four dead and one missing, super value!

got the information he wanted, Zhang Jing behaved and kept his word, sent the message to Lao Daijin, and let go of Zhu Yongmei's 17-year-old son.

is still the same sentence, if you make gray money, you must be prepared for revenge, cut off the boy's two fingers, Zhang Jing's conscience does not hurt at all.

Besides, Zhu Yongmei moved so fast, her fingers should be able to catch it back, right?

It was half past eight in the evening when we disembarked north of Silver Mine Bay.

Under the dim street lamp, Zhang Jingzheng, who was in a suit without touching a drop of wine, habitually glanced left and right.

In fact, many tourists are dressed in emergency blankets and sleeping in tents, choosing to camp here and wait for the museum to open the next day.

The same will be done in the changing scenery.

The emergency thermal blanket is only 2 yuan a piece, and the tent is only 70 or 80 yuan a night to rent.

Not only can it keep warm but also block the wind and dew, otherwise you can live in a hotel for six or seven hundred, and there is no cheaper Silver Mine Bay, so you can only go to the North District to find it.

Among them, there are parents with children, speaking the dialect of the mainland, chatting about the cultural relics to be visited tomorrow, and their faces are full of happy smiles.

There are many local small traders selling drinks, food, thermal blankets, cigarette lighters, balloon toys and so on.

Zhang Jing glanced left and right, not pretending to be X, but to see if there were any bad guys.

As a result, I saw a little farther away, where there was no one around, and there was a woman on the curb of the road under the dim street lamp, carrying a child on her back, holding a children's balloon in her hand, and she was crying.

is still the same sentence, it doesn't matter if you don't meet it, you can't be indifferent when you meet Zhang Jing.

"How do you sell balloons?" Zhang Jing walked up to the woman and asked.

The woman was carrying a three- or four-month-old baby on her back, sitting on the ground, looking up at Zhang Jing, wiping away her tears, and saying in Xiangjiang dialect, "8 yuan a piece." ”

"Is that all?"

The woman was slightly stunned, and realized in a second that the stranger in front of her wanted to help her, so she politely refused, "You don't need to buy so much." ”

"It's okay," Zhang Jing took out a stack of rice dollars from his coat pocket and handed it out as he spoke, "Give it all to me." ”

It's still the same sentence, anyway, it's the gray money that was robbed, and it doesn't feel distressing to give it out, not to mention that Xiangjiang is also Zone D, which also belongs to the internal circulation.

After taking the money, the woman's expression was stunned, and then she hugged her head and cried again.

Taking away all the balloons from the woman, Zhang Jing returned to the crowded place, caught three children who were chatting under the street lamp and said, "Come, send balloons, one for each person." ”

The three children looked at Zhang Jing, one of them was wearing a blue coat, and about seven or eight little girls asked, "Do you want money?" ”

"Don't."

"Thank you, uncle." The little girl happily stepped forward and took an ice cream balloon from Zhang Jing's hand.

The other two children each picked a watermelon balloon and a hammer-shaped balloon.

The children gathered more and more, and more than 30 balloons were soon sent out.

After doing a good deed that is not worth remembering, Zhang Jing walked to the museum and sorted out the 'backpack' on the negative third floor.

If you want to do things again, it is necessary to check and fill in the gaps, similar to checking whether the gun is good or not before going to the battlefield.

After such a check, there are really a lot of things that need to be added.

Conventional oxygen cylinders, gasoline and diesel, old clothes, hats and shoes, strappings, poisons, fake passports, military security police uniforms of other countries, voice changers, etc.

Write it down on paper and give it to the assistant to execute.

On the second day of the party, after sending his daughter to school, Zhang Jing flew from Xiangjiang to the royal court.

Ding Jiaqi is the main palace after all, and he can't be treated lightly no matter what.

The point here is that the two met when someone was at the end of their lives, and for this alone, Ding Jiaqi's grade was countless times higher than Zhou Manmiao's.

Although it is a little difficult to speak, I have to say that it is many times higher than Liang Guifei and Precious Concubine.

Queen Ma, who is similar to Zhu Ba, the founder of the Ming Dynasty, is not as beautiful as the harem, but she has a noble character.

Zhang Jing is also the same as the eighth child, and has a lot of respect and love for the queen.