Treasure Hunt Around the World

Chapter 3: What's wrong with the beverage?

Having failed to persuade her, Xiao Jing left cursing.

Zhang Jing looked at the hotel owner, Sun Ting, and said, "I'm sorry you had to see this."

Sun Ting, 50 years old, from central China, divorced, came to Xinjiang Province ten years ago to work hard and earn this small hotel.

Because of its affordable prices and cleanliness, it is quite popular among treasure hunters from the lower classes.

The downside is also obvious—he likes to nag.

“This is a good thing,” Sun Ting said. “Xiao Jing is not the type to settle down, and your personalities are too different. It’s better to break up sooner rather than later.”

Why didn't you say so before?

"Did it matter if I advised you before, since you were so obsessed with licking before?"

Zhang Jing was speechless. If Sun Ting had spoken ill of Xiao Jing before, a bloody conflict might have occurred.

He licked too deeply, almost to the point of obsession.

A lesson learned is a lesson, a loss learned is a lesson, and a person's character is judged by their actions. From now on, Zhang Jing will never fawn over anyone again!

The next day, Zhang Jing was awakened by the sound of police sirens. It turned out that a crowd had gathered in front of the backpacker hostel.

Upon closer inspection, it appears that all those who came were middlemen dealing in meteorites and jade. They were looking for the young man who was rumored on social media to have been cheated on by his girlfriend 300 times and who was searching for a 5,000-pound lunar meteorite.

Because the large number of people was affecting traffic, the police came to disperse them.

This situation made Zhang Jing a little flustered. As the ancients said, "Possessing a treasure is a crime."

The worry didn't last long. At noon, Xu Zehong called to say that he had found a buyer. The iron meteorite weighed 2,540 grams, and the buyer offered a good price of 10,000 RMB per gram.

Strangely, the buyer was unwilling to show up and paid in Hong Kong dollars.

If it weren't for Xu Zehong acting as guarantor, Zhang Jing would definitely have worried about being scammed.

At Blue Mountain Café, upon meeting Xu Zehong, Zhang Jing asked curiously, "Why not RMB? Why are you unwilling to transact face-to-face?"

"Some things can't be said outright; it's convenient for the customer and beneficial for you."

"What benefit would it bring me?" Zhang Jing asked, puzzled.

Xu Zehong took out a pen and paper and wrote down two sets of numbers: '9%' and '45%'.

It was related to taxes, and Zhang Jing understood immediately, so he agreed.

Next, I applied for Hong Kong Nanyang Bank's mobile banking service online, and it was all done in an hour.

Xu Zehong sent Zhang Jingxin's account number to the buyer, and in just four or five minutes, the mobile banking balance went from zero to 29.52 million Hong Kong dollars.

Looking at his bank balance, Zhang Jing wondered, "How rich must someone be to dare to spend money so lavishly?"

“I also want to know the answer to this question,” Xu Zehong pushed a group card number across the center of the table in front of Zhang Jing. “Xie Hui, transfer 2.952 million Hong Kong dollars to me.”

The 10% commission was agreed upon beforehand, and Zhang Jing transferred 2.952 million yuan to Xu Zehong.

Having experienced various restrictions on transfers of several thousand or tens of thousands of yuan, I feel that transferring money through Hong Kong's Nanyang Bank is particularly smooth.

After completing the transaction, Xu Zehong took the meteorite, and Zhang Jing went to the front desk to pay the bill: two cups of coffee, a plate of cookies, and sixty yuan.

Stepping outside the coffee shop, Zhang Jing looked up at the blue sky and white clouds and felt a sense of unreality. What fool would spend so much money to buy something that he could neither eat nor enjoy?

In reality, Zhang Jing's knowledge was limited. Many people have this need, and their motives are very pure, such as money laundering or gift-giving.

High-value iron meteorites are the most suitable medium, much more convenient and safer than simply carrying a box of cash.

With a long afternoon, Zhang Jing planned to spend a few days relaxing at a hot spring hotel in the suburbs to make up for lost time.

Before he even arrived at the suburban hot spring hotel, while he was still in the taxi, his phone rang.

It was somewhat unexpected that it was Ding Jiaqi.

"Brother Zhang, I just came out of the backpacker hostel. Are you alright? Where are you now?"

“I heard from the hotel owner that you and Sister Xiao Jing have broken up,” Ding Jiaqi said spielily. “Don’t do anything rash.”

Zhang Jing was speechless. "I'm planning to stay at a hot spring hotel for a few days. I'm in a great mood."

Ding Jiaqi didn't believe it. She knew that Zhang Jing really liked Xiao Jing and cherished her like a treasure. It was impossible for him not to be heartbroken after the breakup, and he might even spend all his money and then commit suicide.

Thinking of this, Ding Jiaqi hurriedly hung up the phone, intending to go and stop Zhang Jing from committing suicide.

Zhang Jing was unaware of Ding Jiaqi's rich ideas. Upon arrival, he went straight to a luxurious room with a bathtub, hot spring, buffet breakfast, and spectacular mountain views, costing 1,888 yuan per night.

Moreover, Zhang Jing even selected a technician from the tablet who appeared to have the best massage skills to provide SAP services.

299 per hour, let's try three first, and if that doesn't work, we'll change.

A tall, beautiful Thai masseuse, known as No. 57, arrived, wearing black stockings and a uniform similar to that of a flight attendant, dragging a suitcase.

First, you wash your feet. The foot bath tub is in the bathroom. You pour in hot spring water and add a herbal medicine packet.

The process was exhilarating; it was incredibly satisfying both mentally and physically.

At this moment, Zhang Jing deeply regretted groveling to Xiao Jing. It was such a waste of money to spend that money; he could have enjoyed it much more by buying a 'clock' instead.

After showering, Zhang Jing went into the bathroom to rinse off, put on the pajamas provided by the hotel, and began a massage.

Thai massage can be quite intense; you wouldn't guess that the slender, pretty masseuse could make Zhang Jing scream repeatedly.

But it was really refreshing, a truly exhilarating experience.

Just as Zhang Jing was enjoying himself to the fullest, the room door was suddenly opened from the outside, and Ding Jiaqi rushed in front, followed by hotel staff.

The beautiful technician No. 57 was dumbfounded and naturally assumed that Ding Jiaqi was Zhang Jing's wife or girlfriend who had come to the hotel to catch them cheating.

Zhang Jing was also bewildered. He sat up in bed and looked at Ding Jiaqi, asking, "How did you get here? How were you able to get in? Is the hotel this bad?"

“Sir,” the clerk explained, “this young lady claims to be your friend, saying you are planning to commit suicide….”

Zhang Jing was speechless. He was clearly enjoying himself. He waved the technician and waiter away and looked at Ding Jiaqi.

Wearing a beige short-sleeved T-shirt, a white floral three-quarter length skirt, and white sneakers, she looked pure and innocent.

"Thank you for your concern. I have no intention of committing suicide."

"Are you planning to spend all your money and then commit suicide?" Ding Jiaqi firmly believed in her judgment.

“I really didn’t,” Zhang Jing tried to explain. “You’ve been watching too many movies.”

Having just earned so much money, how could Zhang Jing possibly be willing to commit suicide, especially after experiencing the technician's 'gentleness'?

“Alright,” Ding Jiaqi still didn’t believe it, deciding to give Zhang Jing something to look forward to in life, “There’s something new that you might be interested in…”

It turned out to be an opportunity to participate in an auction of shipping containers.

Donglun Port, the world's sixth largest port, was hit by a major crisis a month ago.

Every year, the port receives many abandoned or damaged containers that remain unclaimed for more than six months. Originally, the port would simply open them up, convert the contents into cash, and hand them over.

In practice, a large number of items were privately resold and shared internally, causing huge losses, enriching a group of corrupt officials, and forming a criminal network.

After the incident was exposed, all abandoned and damaged containers were put up for public auction.

After giving her introduction in one breath, Ding Jiaqi spoke with anticipation and looked on expectantly, "Leave Western Xinjiang, forget the past, and start anew."

Zhang Jing was intrigued. With the treasure hunting system, opening the container would surely make him invincible, right?

Forgetting the past and leaving the western frontier are good things for Zhang Jingjue. It allows him to break with the past and start a new life.

The world is so big, he wants to see it.