It's just an oil painting, Zhang Jing believes that as long as the novelty passes, it's over.

On the second day after arriving in Cairo, Zhang Jing made a special visit to the Great Pyramid of Giza, also known as the Pyramid of Khufu.

During the period, I met Li Min'e, after all, they knew each other, and the two were together.

"Soon after we got married, my ex-husband and I went on a trip to Indy, and I don't know how many times I was touched on my thighs and buttocks," Standing in front of the Sphinx, Coco Lee complained, "I went to the night market last night and encountered these things again." ”

Zhang Jing hehe, "Respect the local folk customs. ”

"I definitely won't come next time in this place, and I hope no one else will come either."

"Paris is worse than here, the Eiffel Tower is just a pile of rusty iron shelves," Zhang Jing explained with a smile on his face, "but we can't stop people who haven't been there." ”

"Also," Li Min'e gave up persuading others, "come and regret one another, and go forward and follow, endlessly." ”

"This is life, you can't persuade others not to come as a person who has come over."

Li Min'e nodded and changed the subject, "My cousin Kim Nana and her friend Kim so-ji are studying in graduate school in Zone D, and she never had this intention before, so I don't know why she did it. ”

Before Zhang Jing answered, the phone vibrate, and someone wanted to buy "Blind Girl 2".

The tone is tactful and the attitude is firm and refusal.

After all, it is a world-famous scenic spot, and it is worth seeing.

At the same time, while Zhang was in the light, the manager of the Betancourt family in Cairo, Beatrice Dyer, was visiting the former antique buyer.

In general, most of the former buyers were willing to sell the face of the Betancourt family.

Beatrice's work was relatively smooth.

Only Major General Amir Zaki, who looked like he was not short of money, held 15 antiques in his hand, and the total task was only 55.

Or because of the money, the 15 antiques are all first-class cultural relics, and they are used as ornaments at home.

As a last resort, Beatrice Dale saw the bearded one for the second time - Amir Zaki.

Less than five minutes after the meeting, the atmosphere between the two sides was tense.

"Amir Zaki... Major general! Beatrice bit the heavy two words of Major General reminded, "Are you misunderstanding the strength of the Bettencourt family?" ”

"No mistake," Amir Zaki is not a fool, "without Africa's resources, you're just a straw chicken." ”

Looking at Amir Zaki's black eyes, sure that he would not be able to complete the task, Beatrice created an opportunity for Zhang Jing and said, "My boss, he is in Cairo. ”

"At six o'clock in the afternoon, I had dinner with friends at the Mina Palace Hotel." Amir Zaki thought that the 'boss' was a direct member of the Betancourt family, and said calmly, "He has two minutes." ”

Beatrice said goodbye and left.

Subsequently, Zhang Jing received a call from Beatrice, who learned of her misfortune and the unsmooth negotiations.

People don't sell, in this case, Zhang Jing has no good way, he can only take one step at a time, hoping to convince people with virtue.

Six o'clock in the evening.

The image spirit and Zhang Jing and Beatrice, came to the open-air restaurant in the backyard of the hotel.

Among the many dining tables, I found Amir Zaki, who was sitting peacefully, with his legs crossed and smoking a cigar.

is worthy of being a major general, and the momentum is still there.

Seeing Zhang Jing, Amir Zaki asked with a strange expression, "You are not from the Betancourt family?" ”

"My name is Jack. Zhang," Zhang Jing introduced himself, "was hired by Madame Françoise to come to Cairo. ”

With a cigar in his hand, Aamir Zaki looked uninterested, "I don't want to talk to you, and you're not qualified." ”

Zhang Jing was speechless, usually too low-key, Amir didn't know that he was awesome.

At this time, Amir Zaki's guest arrived, a white-skinned Western man in his fifties.

Zhang Jing and Beatrice left.

"What are you going to do?" Leaving the alfresco restaurant, dressed in denim trousers and high heels, Beatrice said, "Now there are only 15 antiques owned by the Amir Zaki family." ”

Zhang Jing said in a nonchalant tone, "Maybe he will change his mind." ”

Beatrice asked Cang Tian speechlessly, feeling that Zhang Jing was very weak and far inferior to her.

However, just an hour later, Beatrice changed her misconceptions.

The reason was that Amir Zaki took the initiative to call her and re-arrange Zhang Jing to meet at a mosque 700 meters away, three hours later.

At nine o'clock in the evening, at the Ebad Al Rahman Halal-Mosque, Zhang Jing arrived on time alone.

Without Beatrice, in case of a shootout, it is easy to hurt the innocent.

At this point in time, there is no one in the mosque, the black light is blind, and it seems to be very scary, in fact, Zhang Jing basically does not rely on the light to see things.

In the next second, the iron door behind him closed, and the lights in the front yard lit up.

Amir Zaki, along with his dinner guest, the white-skinned Western man in his fifties, appeared in front of him, smiling at him.

Behind the two were more than a dozen thugs armed with trolls.

The thugs don't look like the locals, but like... Zone Z gangsters?

"Jack. Zhang," the Western man in his fifties took two steps forward and came to Zhang Jing and asked, "Do you know Jill?" ”

Zhang Jing guessed that this Jill might have hung up, and shook his head to indicate that he didn't know him.

"Before, at the Castle Hotel in Dublin, he said he had met you, and soon after he was caught by the local police in Dublin, and his leg was broken with a shotgun by a local resident."

Zhang Jing had the impression that he was familiar with the other party at that time, and there was a pistol stuck in his waist behind him, so he reported the appearance characteristics of this person to Bei's godfather Rice.

He was later arrested.

"Looks like you've remembered," said the bald man in his fifties, angrily, "he's my brother, but he's imprisoned in Berdurin!" ”

"Your brother's arrest has nothing to do with me," Zhang Jing explained, "I'm a good person. ”

"Whether you're a good person or not, it's not up to you," the bald man was very happy, "You are in my hands now, and tonight is your death!" ”

"Where there are Westerners, there is war," Zhang Jing said helplessly, "I didn't believe it." ”

"General Amir," the bald man in his fifties stepped back, "help me kill him." ”

Amir Zaki held a cigar in his hand, took two steps forward, and came to Zhang Jing, "I don't understand, why did Françoise send you?" What's your origin? ”

"She's just too busy, and I happen to be free," Zhang Jing spread his hands in the front yard of the Qingzhen Temple under the black night sky, "I thought it was just an easy job, but I didn't expect anyone to bleed." ”

"So," Amir Zaki took a puff of his cigar and spit the cigarette into Zhang Jing's face, "do you regret coming to Cairo?" Did you provoke me? ”

Zhang Jing shook his head, indicating that he did not regret it.

Finally, Aamir Zaki noticed that something was wrong, "You're not afraid? ”

"If fear is useful, I will be afraid."

Amir Zaki nodded appreciatively, "I'll give you a good treat." ”

As Amir Zaki's voice fell, the muzzles of the surrounding guns were raised.