Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

December 1967, 12, Christmas in the Western calendar, 25 days left before the New Year.

Hong Kong Island, Kai Tak Airport, Hong Kong Island, where the weather is always warm, is extremely cold today, with cold rain falling and a howling north wind.

On the Hercules transport plane engraved with the Citizen flag, Du Weiguo sat alone in the driver's seat, his eyes distant and melancholy.

"Ha~ I never thought that one day, I would end up like this."

With a sneer at himself, Du Weiguo waved through the glass window of the cab to Zhao Yingnan and his group who were standing blankly on the track with tears in their eyes.

There were a lot of people who came to the airport today to help him practice. Well, quite a lot.

In addition to Zhao Yingnan, Lu Yan, Lancelot, Nightmare, Jiu Shu, Peng Zai, Lake, Xiao Ma, Mao Aiyi, Zou Yaozu, Wang Dong and other direct descendants of his.

Huo Xian, Bao Xian, Shao Xian, He Xian, these all-powerful Hong Kong business tycoons, as well as the leaders of the three major associations were also present.

Even, at the end of the team, stood the Commissioner of Police, the current Governor of Hong Kong, and the heads of various ministries and departments. At this moment, they were all waving towards Du Weiguo.

Such a luxurious lineup is definitely the first time since the opening of Hong Kong Island. Even if the Queen of England comes here, she can't put it together.

All the people who came to see him off stood quietly in the cold wind, with solemn and heavy expressions. Some of them showed true feelings, and of course some were staged.

This seemingly illustrious farewell scene is not another attempt to force her into the palace. Du Weiguo is now riding a tiger with difficulty.

You have to go if you want to go, you have to go if you don’t want to go!

"Whoo~"

Du Weiguo exhaled a long breath, and once again looked at the dusty Victoria Harbor wrapped in rain in the distance with deep meaning.

The next second, Du Weiguo curled his lips, shook his head with unknown meaning, no longer hesitated, and started the engine familiarly.

After the giant steel bird glided several hundred meters, it soared into the sky smoothly, quickly penetrated into the lead-gray clouds, and disappeared.

Du Weiguo left. To be precise, he was expelled from the country.

He will never return to Hong Kong Island easily in the future, and even if he comes back, he will not make a big fanfare, but return quietly and silently.

This ending, for Du Weiguo, must be helpless and angry, but more importantly, it is relief. Is Hong Kong Island not a second prison for him?

Du Weiguo was deeply involved in both black and white, politics and business, involving almost all aspects of Hong Kong Island.

The more involved, the more entangled it is, and the less free and easy it is. According to the current situation, if Du Weiguo continues to stay in Hong Kong Island for one year, no, as long as half a year, Hong Kong Island will be truly dead.

This was definitely not his original intention. At the same time, it also harmed the interests of too many people. The public was excited. In view of this, Du Weiguo walked away free and easy.

At this point, let me add some background: Mad Cow is dead. He hanged himself in his own home and left a sincere letter of repentance.

The next day, his wife and brother-in-law, the most popular Skeleton Brother in Hong Kong Island, also committed suicide by jumping off the building. The Skeleton Gang, which had been bullish for a few days, disbanded on the spot.

Of course, these suicides were all the work of Mao Aiyi. She used to do these dirty jobs in Japan, and she was very familiar with them.

At present, Mao Aiyi has officially taken over the position of Mad Cow. With her methods, it should not be difficult. Besides, Zou Yaozu is working with her, so there will be no obstacles.

In addition, Wang Dong reorganized thousands of young people from the city and contracted the loading and unloading work at two wharves owned by Kunpeng, Kwun Tong and Sai Kung.

Including the Tuen Mun Pier that had been controlled before, there are three piers, and the Kowloon Walled City has transformed from a slum to a golden nest that everyone yearns for.

Of course, these are just smoke screens. In fact, Du Weiguo spent a lot of money to buy him a full 300 brand-new Dafei.

There is only one goal, transport people!

At full power, it can transport at least 1500 people each time, with two round trips every night, which is 3000 people in one night.

Hong Kong Island is the starting point, the next stop is Koh Samui in Siam, the next stop is Cyprus in Persia, and then Guyana.

Mo Li is in charge of the Koh Samui side, while Hu Sanye is in charge of Cyprus himself, and he will never treat immigrants badly.

This is only the first stage. After that, the size of the large spaceship fleet will continue to expand. The goal Du Weiguo set for Zhao Yingnan is to have 9000 people per night in six months!

There are over a million immigrants a year. As long as there is the support of these young and strong forces, all the territories under Du Weiguo's command can be as stable as Mount Tai, unshakable by eight winds!

The plane disappeared completely into the sky, and all the court officials were relieved, got in the car and left without hesitation. Huo Xian walked slowly to Zhao Yingnan, whose eyes were red.

His tone was a little shy and a little guilty: "Meghan, I assure you, we really had no intention of forcing Wesley to leave Hong Kong before."

To be honest, in the past two years, Huo Xian received a lot of help from Du Weiguo and benefited a lot. This time when he was forced to leave Hong Kong, Huo Xian played a somewhat disgraceful role like a vanguard.

Although they all proceed from the overall situation and have a clear conscience, in the end they have mixed feelings and feel a little guilty.

Zhao Yingnan did not reply immediately, but took a few deep breaths, wiped the corners of his eyes to calm down his emotions, and then replied hoarsely:

"Mr. Huo, I understand. Wesley also told me before that you also have difficulties. They are all considering the overall situation and not for personal gain."

"Ah~"

Huo Xian sighed deeply and said in a sincere tone: "Wesley has a magnificent spirit. He is a true hero and a true hero in this world. He~"

Zhao Yingnan had no expression on his face and interrupted his praise in a calm tone:

"Mr. Huo, I will not participate in the new real estate project."

"Huh?" Huo Xian suddenly looked stunned, and his heart sank.

You know, this Nathan Road real estate project is his most ambitious project, with a planned total investment of up to HK$2.5 million.

It can be said that at present, in Hong Kong Island, except for the Kunpeng Consortium, which has an extremely abundant cash chain and is as rich as any other country, there is no other company that can take advantage of it.

If Zhao Yingnan quits playing, then Huo Xian will have no choice but to find a bank loan or find a few more collaborators to get it.

However, if you seek a bank loan, you will be charged huge interest rates. Those banks controlled by Western capital will not provide low-interest or even interest-free loans. There is no way!

If multiple crowdfunders cooperate, not only will their profits be divided, but their dominance will also be diluted, and unpredictable failures will easily occur.

Neither is the best choice!

Huo Xian frowned and was about to persuade Zhao Yingnan not to act out of anger, but she waved her hand and cut off the conversation again:

"Xian Huo, you don't need to persuade me. I'm not losing my temper, but I've thought about it carefully. From now on, our Kunpeng Consortium will never be involved in any real estate industry again. In addition, we are also ready to give up our shares in Shaoxian TV Station."

As soon as he heard this, Shao Xian, who had always been shy, became anxious immediately. You must know that Kunpeng Consortium is the second largest shareholder of the TV station, with a shareholding rate of 35%.

The TV station has just been established and has just started to show some improvement. At this moment, if Zhao Yingnan sells his stocks, it will definitely trigger a series of chain reactions.

First of all, there is no doubt that the market value of TV stations will plummet.

Secondly, if the new shareholder is a layman who likes to play the piano randomly and give directions blindly, it will definitely affect the decision-making of the TV station.

The most important thing is that Kunpeng Pictures, which has tied up Bruce Lee and signed new actors, is now the biggest cash cow of Shaw Brothers.

Judging from Zhao Yingnan's attitude, I'm afraid this cash cow will have to say goodbye to him in the future.

In the past two years, Shao Xian has made a lot of money by investing in shares and exclusively distributing Bruce Lee's movies in Southeast Asia.

This was also the reason why he dared to create a TV station more than a year in advance. The current situation is that Kunpeng is taking him to make money, but if he leaves Kunpeng, he will be strangled!

Shao Xian, who has always been good at dancing, was a little anxious:

"Ms. Megan, we are all business people. In business, our TV station has begun to make a profit and has a bright future. You~"

Zhao Yingnan interrupted him politely, but her tone was firm and there was no room for change:

"Sorry, Mr. Shao, I have already decided on this matter, but I can give you some time to give priority to repurchasing the shares.

Of course, you can also designate a buyer yourself. I don't ask for profit, I just want to buy back the shares at the market price. "

Just as Shao Xian was about to speak, Zhao Yingnan said in a faint tone:

"You can't make enough money. A big tree attracts wind. I have blocked too many people's way of making money. From now on, our Kunpeng Consortium will definitely keep our tail between our legs and be a good person. Bosses, please take care of yourself. I'll take my leave now."

After putting down the harsh words, Zhao Yingnan turned around and left. He walked away neatly, even his back showed a sense of determination and solemnity. Naturally, several leaders of the society also left with him.

On the runway, several big guys looked at each other. Among them, the Charter King, who had the simplest personality, sighed:

"Alas! I have offended someone. From now on, Wesley and the Kunpeng Consortium will probably no longer be our friends. Lao Huo, what we did in this matter is a bit disgraceful." Huo Xian was silent for a long time. He replied solemnly:

"There is no way, Lao Bao. Life is difficult, and the overall situation is the most important thing. No matter how powerful Wesley is, he is only one person after all. He cannot support the entire Hong Kong Island, let alone the jobs of more than 400 million people."

At this point, his conversation suddenly changed:

"By the way, bosses, who is interested in getting involved in my new project on Nathan Road?"

Upon hearing this, the Charter King immediately shook his head in confusion:

"I won't get involved. All my money was used to buy new ships. Wesley has left in anger now. If the Queen of Siam gets mad and wants to sell her shares in the fleet, I will probably have to borrow money from you. ?”

He was telling the truth. Huo Xian helplessly turned his eyes to He Xian, and he spread his hands helplessly:

"I don't have any money either. Wesley sent that old guy Ye Han to South America. I finally breathed a sigh of relief recently.

Recently, I acquired some shares in the dog gambling place. In addition, it is the end of the year and the casino will pay dividends soon. "

When it was Shao Xian's turn, his expression was as if he was mourning for his concubine, and he defeated Huo Xian's army:

"Boss, don't look at me. My TV station shares haven't been settled yet. That's 4000 million in cash. How about you suspend the Nathan project first and invest in my TV station."

"Ah~"

Huo Xian sighed quietly.

It wasn't until this moment that he was shocked to realize how important Du Weiguo's previous help was to them. Once he left, it was like draining the fuel from the bottom of the cauldron.

In the evening, Pattaya, U-Tapao Airport, when Du Weiguo stepped off the plane.

In addition to Moran's huge welcoming motorcade, Interpol James, who had not been seen for a long time, also showed up, which made Du Weiguo feel a little curious.

Ever since this guy got promoted, he began to stay away from Du Weiguo intentionally or unintentionally, and faded out of his sight.

It's normal to think about it. After all, Du Weiguo is the unified top of the black list of the intelligence agencies of various countries. He is also the boss behind the Triangle. He can be called the world's largest D lord.

After all, James is an Interpol police officer. There is no balance between good and evil. He is also ambitious. Of course, he should be avoided like a snake or a scorpion.

But to this day, Du Weiguo can interact with Mr. J and Nikonov on equal terms, and the KGB has opened its highest authority to him, so naturally he doesn't like James.

"Molan, how's it going? I'll be back faster this time, right? You can't say I have no conscience anymore, right?"

Du Weiguo threw his travel bag to Mo Li, grabbed Mo Lan's slim waist, and raised and lowered his hands like a complete stinky hooligan.

"Hey, boss, doesn't it feel like being kicked out? I've told you before that these guys are all ignorant wolves with only interests in their eyes~"

Mo Lan held down Du Weiguo's dishonest dog paw, chuckled and teased, she was well-informed and had received the wind early in the morning.

Having said that, I have to mention one more thing.

Since the last time the beachfront villa area was razed to the ground, Moran learned from the experience and not only began to expand his army, but even established a professional intelligence agency.

She named this intelligence agency Fox Eyes to commemorate the unforgettable and prosperous years in Forty-Nine City.

Fox Eyes is now very small, with a total of only more than 100 people, all of whom are hidden in the overseas business departments of various companies under the Hantang Group.

Not only Molan, but Su Li who was far away in Guyana coincided with her and also established a special intelligence department, the Kunpeng Legion Picket Office.

Currently, it aims to penetrate into all walks of life and streets in Georgetown, focusing on the new research institute and the newly built arsenal.

The jargon is called eye insertion!

"Well, everything in the world is for profit. It is understandable. The location of Hong Kong Island is too special and important. Our stall is too big and has become a target of public criticism."

Having said this, Du Weiguo patted Mo Lan on the back:

"Molan, the same goes for you here. When infiltrating other cities in Siam, try to be gentler in your actions to reduce unnecessary conflicts. Wear more layers of vests and don't find it troublesome."

Du Weiguo's tone was a little lonely. Mo Lan took his arm, leaned into his ear and whispered:

"I know, the head of the family just wants to make a fortune in silence! I'm not as stupid as Zhao Yingnan. I have an industry other than Pattaya.

I always use other names, and I recruit local people from Siam to manage and work. My reputation is extremely good. "

Mo Lan is a smart girl. Her side started the earliest and has the best foundation. It is now the largest industry under Du Weiguo's command.

It has long been no longer limited to Pattaya. There are already 19 factories in Siam alone, with nearly 5 workers.

The 300 Dafei ships Du Weiguo bought this time were built by her shipyard, and they can be delivered with guaranteed quality and quantity within one month.

In addition to factories, there are also construction companies, engineering companies, transportation companies, and trading companies with tens of thousands of employees.

Although the gray industries on the street have gradually been handed over, there are still nearly a hundred bars, restaurants, dance halls, and shops.

Moran's stall is so big that even she herself is a little vague about the total annual profit, which is probably around 3 million, US dollars.

Du Weiguo fully believed in Moran's strength and shrewdness and did not dwell on this topic any more:

"Why is it that only Joseph is here, where are Brother Huo Wei and Ellie? They are not on their honeymoon, right?"

Moran smiled:

"Hey, boss, you really guessed it. They really went on a honeymoon, a special honeymoon?"

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and suddenly became interested: "What should I say?"

Moran smiled helplessly:

"The two of them went to Kaliman to fight with 600 veterans and 3000 recruits. I am left with Tang Li with 200 veterans and 2000 recruits. He is almost a polished commander."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo frowned and his tone suddenly became solemn:

"Nonsense! Aren't untrained recruits just cannon fodder when sent to the battlefield? Moran, why don't you~"

Moran patted his arm and interrupted him:

"Master, you are worrying too much. The Yin Ni side has already become a mess. Because of the interference of the KGB, CIA, and Freemasonry, the established elite troops have basically been disabled. Now most of them are standing still and restraining each other. "

Having said this, Moran concluded excitedly:

"The rest are local armed forces and militias. These guys use scrap metal that was eliminated during World War II, and they still lack ammunition and ammunition."

As for our team, Qing Yishui has the latest beautiful weapons and ample supplies of ammunition. Beating them is like beating Sun Tzu, sideways! "

Du Weiguo's face turned pale and he smacked his lips: "What's the specific casualty rate?"

Moran proudly held out two fingers:

"In half a month, more than 2300 enemies were killed, and our casualties were less than 100. Huo Wei said that in at least three months, and at most half a year, our recruits can be trained to be comparable to the elite regular army."

Actual combat training is indeed the best way to train troops. After a few battles, new soldiers can quickly become veterans.

Du Weiguo asked again: "Where is the military pay?"

Moran smiled even more blindly, like a little fox who stole a chicken:

"Head of the family, we are mercenaries. Of course, the military salary and logistics are paid by Citibase."

Du Weiguo finally smiled with satisfaction:

"Okay, Moran, we can't just train infantry, we also have to add infantry-artillery coordination, infantry-tank coordination, infantry-ship coordination, air-ground coordination, these modern warfare subjects."

Moran nodded:

"Don't worry, boss, these are all part of the military training plan. In one year at most, we can train over 10,000 elite soldiers, a modern mechanic, and complete the three armies."

Du Weiguoyi laughed hesitantly:

"Hahaha! Okay, Moran, thanks to you, I have finally become a warlord, and I have thousands of troops under my command."

After chatting with Joseph and Mo Li for a few more words, Du Weiguo finally had time to talk to James:

"James, looking for me?"

Du Weiguo's tone was indifferent, James's expression was slightly awkward, and his tone was also slightly flattering:

"Mr. Wesley, I haven't seen you for a long time. Your style is even better than before. I do have something I want to discuss with you."

"Say." Du Weiguo's tone was cold, and he didn't bother to say another word. (End of chapter)