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

Paris was also a ruthless character. He bit the root of his tongue hard, and the intense pain made his brain instantly clear.

Because he was wearing a military uniform tonight, he stood solemnly, raised his right hand forcefully, and pointed his fingers like knives at his eyebrows.

He saluted Du Weiguo with a standard military salute.

"Mr. Wesley, thank you very much for your support. I have no way to repay you. I will definitely follow your lead and do my best to repay you!"

The military salute from Guyana was a 100% replica of the Chinese military salute. It was solemn and dignified, yet carried a hint of fierce murderous aura.

Paris said this sincerely and in a solemn tone, but his tongue was broken, so his voice sounded muffled and a little lisp, like a lisp, which inexplicably added a hint of humor.

"How did you learn this trick? Paris, I still prefer your original rebellious look."

Du Weiguo couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, and his aura of "keep away from strangers" instantly relaxed, and everyone present suddenly felt relieved.

"Hehe~" Paris also laughed. He had a silly expression on his face and scratched the back of his head a little awkwardly:

"Mr. Wesley, it turns out that I was blind and didn't recognize the true God in person."

Paris didn't know where he learned these weird words, and they were expressed in English, which made it sound even more awkward.

Du Weiguo was somewhat amused and scolded without any benefit:

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. I heard that you're doing pretty well in Quiana. Keep up the good work and assist Guo Fu. Do you understand?"

Pallas did a really good job. On the way to the Green Building just now, Du Weiguo heard about his achievements from Manny and Anna.

During the six months since he came to Guyana, he spent almost every day in the military camp, eating and living with the grassroots soldiers, and even doing morning exercises with them.

He did this not to win people's hearts, but to understand the real situation of the troops as soon as possible.

Only by fully understanding the situation of the grassroots companies, including equipment, physical fitness, training level, technical and tactical level, and even dietary conditions and psychological state, can we make appropriate combat deployments.

Otherwise, it's all just wishful thinking. All good staff officers are basically trained from front-line troops.

Those who graduated from military academies and spent all day in the combat command room writing, drawing, marking maps, and studying battle records were often Zhao Kuo, who were good at talking about war on paper and were dumbfounded once they entered the battlefield.

This may sound a bit narrow-minded, but it is true.

There is another very important point. Because Paris was recommended by Du Weiguo himself, Su Li did not sideline him. Instead, he gave him real power.

Not to mention the long-term consequences, the share of new guns allocated to Paris alone is much higher than that of the crappy Minister of Commerce of the Zhong family, not to mention the other military supplies, which are all in huge quantities.

However, not a single gun or bullet passed through his hands and flowed outside the army.

Based on this point alone, Du Weiguo was completely satisfied with him. Whether he was smart enough or self-disciplined enough, both were good.

"Yes! Commander, I will ensure that the mission is accomplished!" Paris straightened his head and chest, with a firm look in his eyes, and saluted him again.

He actually said this in Chinese, and his pronunciation was quite standard and proper. It was obvious that he learned it from the grassroots company.

"Okay, you've learned well, keep it up!" Du Weiguo was amused by him again.

After dealing with Pallas in a few words, Du Weiguo immediately turned to the Ghost King Ye.

"Mr. Ye, it's been a long time since we last met. You look even more charming than before. How are you doing? Are you adapting to your job at Kunpeng?"

Ghost King Ye’s current position is the general manager of Kunpeng Casino, and he enjoys a 15% dividend on the net profits. If he personally participates in the gambling, he will bear half of the winnings and losses.

However, he has not lost a single game so far, and has won nearly 3000 million US dollars. This is the result of him deliberately letting the winners win and not killing all the winners.

At this moment, he behaved very calmly. The key point was that he had a clean bottom and a clear conscience, so he was naturally as steady as a rock.

"Oh, Mr. Wesley, it's been a long time since we last met. I'm an old man and everything is going well in St. George's. I'm working very happily.

But you look even more powerful after growing a beard, as if you can swallow up mountains and rivers, which is more in line with your demeanor as the Lord of Evil."

"Mr. Ye, you are joking." Du Weiguo said politely.

"Pfft~" Guo Fu couldn't help laughing, but she also knew that the occasion was not right, so she quickly covered her mouth.

Du Weiguo rubbed his thick beard on his chin with a bit of embarrassment. To be honest, he looked quite cool in this Zhang Fei look.

"Ahem~" Du Weiguo cleared his throat tactically and said seriously:

"Mr. Ye, Kunpeng Casino is thriving and making a fortune thanks to your management. I'm sorry for the trouble you've put in. I have two small matters that I need to discuss with you."

The Ghost King Ye Ren was old and experienced, and he quickly waved his hand and said politely:

"Well, Mr. Wesley, you are too polite. You are the boss. To put it bluntly, the entire free trade zone is your private property. If you need anything, just give us your orders."

The Free Trade Zone is indeed Du Weiguo's private property. He personally holds a 75% stake, but the profits have never been deposited into his own piggy bank and have always been managed by Guo Fu.

Du Weiguo didn't waste any time and went straight to the point:

"Okay, then I'll get straight to the point. Both of them are not a big deal. The first is that I went to Jinyinhai last night and asked Tao Gu for some information.

Afterwards, I knocked her out, along with a guy nicknamed Tiger Brother, who worked for Fang Wu in the East City Black Market."

Having said that, Du Weiguo paused deliberately. He wanted to see Ghost King Ye's reaction.

Although Manny and Anna both said that he was not involved in the black market transactions, Du Weiguo had become accustomed to doubting everything.

Even when meeting Du Weiguo's soul-penetrating eyes, Ghost King Ye's reaction remained calm. Even his pupils did not change at all, and his tone remained steady.

"Mr. Wesley, I knew about this before I came to the Green Building. Brother Tiger has been handed over to the police. As for Aunt Tao, Mr. Wesley, I am in charge~~"

Du Weiguo raised his hand and interrupted:

"No, Mr. Ye, you don't have to say anything. Aunt Tao didn't do anything wrong. It was me who was a little abrupt and didn't follow martial ethics. I'm a person who has never followed the rules. Please forgive me."

He actually apologized. This humble attitude not only gave Ghost King Ye enough face, but also made the old man flattered. He quickly bowed in return:

"Boss, you are really annoying me. These are just minor details, not worth mentioning. You are a big boss, so you are not particular about small details. Please move on to the second thing."

"Okay." Du Weiguo nodded:

"The second incident was even smaller. There was a woman named Guan Qiuyue on the street. When I was investigating the black market in the east of the city, she helped me a little.

She used to be an employee of Kunpeng, and it seems that she has committed some crime. Mr. Ye, please give me your respect and let this matter go."

"Of course, no problem! After all, you are Kunpeng's boss. You have spoken now, no matter what she did wrong before, it will all be cleared up."

Ghost King Ye agreed without hesitation, his tone sounding very heroic.

In fact, he had no idea who Guan Qiuyue was, let alone what she had done wrong. He didn't even have the slightest impression of her.

You know, the Kunpeng Casino alone has more than 1,000 employees and dealers. If you add other affiliated industries, such as Gold and Silver Sea, the total number of employees is more than 3,000. In theory, they are all under the jurisdiction of him as the top leader.

No matter how powerful Ghost King Ye is, it is impossible for him to remember every employee, especially Guan Qiuyue, who is a low-level employee and has never even seen him.

"Okay, Mr. Ye, I'm sorry to bother you with such a small matter in the middle of the night. I'll buy you a drink some other day to make amends."

Du Weiguo was extremely polite when speaking to Ghost King Ye, so polite that Su Li rolled his eyes in envy and even felt a little jealous.

However, he also knew in his heart that the reason why he was so polite was because Du Weiguo was not close enough to Ghost King Ye.

The reason why she was so rude to him and showed him no mercy was precisely because she was close enough to him.

"Mr. Wesley, you are too polite. I am old now and I am really a little tired. I will take my leave now."

The Ghost King Ye Ren was old and experienced, so of course he immediately understood Du Weiguo's intention to send the guest away. However, what would happen next was not something he could handle.

Ghost King Ye is revered as the God of Gamblers and is the cash cow of Shengzhidun. Usually, Su Li and Guo Fu are polite to him.

Even Du Weiguo called him Ye Xian all the time, giving him enough face.

But he knew his own business best. After all, he was just an ordinary man. If he hadn't had Du Weiguo's protection, he wouldn't be able to afford to offend any of those people standing outside the villa as punishment.

"Okay, then Ye, go back and have a rest. We'll have a drink together some other day. Paris, you take Ye back with you."

"Okay, sir."

Paris was slightly disappointed as he could not see the big scene that followed. However, he did not dare to show it and could only obediently accompany Ghost King Ye away.

"Huh~" All the irrelevant people left. Du Weiguo lit another cigarette, leaned back on the sofa, twisted his neck, and exhaled a long breath of smoke.

"Brother Su Li, do you know Fang Wu from the black market in the west of the city?"

His voice seemed distant and a little tired.

Su Li did not answer immediately, but also lit a cigarette and took a few puffs before speaking. His tone was low and a little hoarse:

"know."

Du Weiguo was not surprised by this answer. The currency black market in the west of the city and Fang Wu were almost semi-public entities in the city of Shengzhidun.

Su Li was born in a certain organization and is a senior old spy. Now he holds great power and has many informants. How could he not know this situation?

However, after hearing him admit it himself, Du Weiguo still felt a little unhappy and frowned subconsciously:

"So, you are deliberately indulging him?"

Two streams of white smoke came out of Su Li's nostrils. He looked at him deeply and said faintly:

"It must have a meaning if it exists. Throughout the dynasties and in all places, the black market has been rampant despite repeated bans, because there is a demand among the people, and it is a rigid demand."

After a pause, seeing that Du Weiguo did not refute, Su Li continued:

"It is better to loosen up than to block. As long as the black market is not out of control, why should I call for killing and killing it all at once?"

Su Li said this very bluntly, and it was obvious that he was somewhat dissatisfied with Du Weiguo's actions.

In his opinion, even if the black market was to be eradicated, he should have been informed in advance. There was no need to make the situation so stalemate, which would be embarrassing for everyone.

"It is better to unblock than to block. Haha, that makes sense."

Du Weiguo chuckled, but his eyes turned cold and he pointed outside the villa.

"Brother Su Li, I guess you are also aware of the exchange rate on the black market, and you also know that all those bastards out there are involved."

Without waiting for his answer, Du Weiguo raised his voice and continued:

"I'm too lazy to say anything else. On the black market, the exchange rate for US dollars to Guyana dollars is 1 to 5, which is 20% higher than the bank's exchange rate!"

"Bang!" Du Weiguo suddenly punched the coffee table, and the table top made of rosewood cracked instantly.

"What the hell is this for? Damn it! Are you guys trying to make me a fool?"

This is a very simple economic logic. The exchange rate in the bank is 1 to 4, while the exchange rate in the black market is 5 to . You take the US dollars to the black market to exchange them for Guyana dollars, and then go to the bank to exchange them back for US dollars.

After all the transactions, the profit is 20%. If it is exchanged for goods from Guyana, the profit will be even higher. However, in the long run, even a blood cow cannot withstand it.

Su Li sighed softly, lowered his head and said nothing.

He was indeed in the wrong on this point. How could Su Li not understand such an obvious truth? However, he chose to turn a blind eye.

The reason for doing this is to sell favors to various intelligence agencies, making it easier for him to obtain intelligence and build his own intelligence network. At the same time, it is also to sell favors to the countries behind these intelligence agencies.

Su Li actually had his own difficulties, and it could even be said that he had good intentions.

The prosperous and wealthy Quiana today is completely supported by Du Weiguo alone. It is like a mirage and is jokingly called the Kingdom of God in Heaven by some people. It is a unique existence throughout history.

But in fact, Quiana is extremely fragile and has no ability to protect itself.

Once anything happens to Du Weiguo, it can be predicted that Quiana will immediately fall apart, like a big piece of fat meat, being divided up by countless people.

Su Li is a pessimistic person at heart. He subconsciously believes that Du Weiguo cannot continue to be as arrogant as he is now.

It was because of these thoughts that Su Li felt extremely insecure.

On the one hand, he frantically increased armaments and expanded the army. On the other hand, he tried every means to make friends with distant countries and attack nearby ones in an attempt to buy some room for maneuver for Quiana.

"What? You have nothing to say?" Du Weiguo asked aggressively.

Guo Fu suddenly said:

"Boss, don't blame the master. He told me about this matter. We evil spirits can't all play the good guy. Someone has to play the bad guy.

The master deliberately gave them benefits to ease the relationship and try to help Guyana gain some allies. We all know this."

"I know everything." Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was stunned.

Guo Fu nodded: "Yes, not only do I know, Hanwen, Xiaotie and the others also know."

After a long time, Du Weiguo came back to his senses and asked in surprise: "Who is the God of Wealth?"

"Boss, I am the God of Wealth, Fang Wu is working for me, 5% of the profits from the black market flow back into our pockets."

Hanwen raised his hand somewhat embarrassedly.

"Oh my god! What a big mistake." Du Weiguo was stunned, his head was buzzing, he hadn't felt this kind of thunder-like feeling for a long time. (End of this chapter)