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

In the afternoon, it started raining again in St. George's.

The rain was not heavy, but very sticky. Jenny's little white building in the dense forest looked even more fairy-like in the misty rain curtain that looked like a veil.

"Wesley, are you sure there are so many gold mines in that Sarpa Mountain?"

Jenny's face looked a little bad, and his tone of voice was a little high, which sounded like a quarrel at first glance.

Du Weiguo nodded:

"It's Mount Sarpanell, located in Chhattisgarh, India. I'm 5000% sure that the gold reserves in that mountain are no less than tons, and they are all shallow mines that are easy to develop."

"Wesley, if there is such a good thing as pie in the sky, with your Pixiu personality, can you remember me?"

Jenny's brows knitted together, his face full of disbelief.

This guy has learned Chinese incorrectly. He speaks serious words haltingly and his words fail to make the meaning clear, but he speaks these uncommon words and idioms fluently.

Du Weiguo was not angry. It was lonely at the top. After all, there were not many people who dared to talk to him casually, and he cherished every one of them.

He slowly dusted off the ashes on the crystal ashtray and said calmly:

"Now, the whole mountain has been bought by me. You don't have to pay a penny for the initial investment in building the mine, repairing the road, and purchasing equipment. You can directly take 20% of the shares and just sit back and wait for the money to be divided."

After hearing what he said, Jenny's expression brightened a little, and his mind began to think quickly.

A gold mine with a reserve of 5000 tons, 20% of which is 1000 tons. At the current market price, it is worth about 4 million US dollars.

Of course, the gold mining cycle is long, at least ten years, and this profit is gross profit, which must be deducted from at least 25% of operating costs.

Therefore, based on the dividends from his shares, the net profit would be about 3 million, but at the moment, it is still a huge sum of money.

Even though Jenny is worth a huge sum, this amount is enough to tempt him. After all, this is pure profit, and it's cash.

Du Weiguo will use this money to buy back Gianni's shares in the free trade zone and the shares of the Fiat car factory in the city.

The reason he did this was not because he wanted to get rid of Jenny and kick him out of Guyana.

On the contrary, he wanted to further tie Gianni to his chariot so that he could serve as an official in Guyana with greater peace of mind.

That’s right, being an official.

Du Weiguo planned to have Jenny join the Freemasons and at the same time replace the useless nephew of the Zhong family as Minister of Commerce.

As the godfather of Italy, Gianni has extremely extensive connections in Western Europe, Eastern Europe, and even North Africa, including those that connect both the black and white parties.

He is also a far-sighted investment expert and a business genius who is adept at manipulating the world.

In addition to natural allies such as Persia, Siam, and Hong Kong Island, Du Weiguo is now at the peak of his power and is in a honeymoon period with the Russian bear.

With this help, Jenny will surely be able to perform well in the position of Minister of Commerce.

When you become an official, you can no longer do business. Otherwise, not only will you have obvious weaknesses, but you will also inevitably be partial to others. This is human nature.

Therefore, after Du Weiguo and Su Li discussed this matter, all officials in office in Guyana and their immediate family members were not allowed to do business.

This later became an iron rule for official property in Guyana.

Seeing Jenny frowning, his expression constantly changing, and hesitant, Du Weiguo added fuel to the fire:

"Jenny, aren't you currently serving as the Director of External Relations at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs? I'd like to give you some extra responsibilities. What do you think? Are you interested?"

Upon hearing this, Jenny's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Du Weiguo in surprise:

"Add burden? What do you mean? Wesley, do you want me to be the deputy minister of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, or the ambassador of Quiana to Rome?"

Previously, he was present when Du Weiguo dealt with those intelligence chiefs and forced other countries to establish diplomatic relations with Guyana.

Therefore, he instinctively thought that Du Weiguo wanted to enhance the status and power of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"No." Du Weiguo shook his head:

"The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is a playground for politicians. It cannot fully utilize your talents. Besides, we in Guyana don't have any serious diplomatic affairs in the short term."

"So~" Having said this, Du Weiguo suddenly stopped talking.

Jenny's curiosity was completely aroused by him. He scratched his head and cheeks anxiously, and even swore because of his anxiety.

"So what do you want me to do? Wesley, just tell me now, don't keep me in suspense."

Knowing that he had taken the bait, Du Weiguo raised the corners of his mouth, took a puff of cigarette slowly, and then said leisurely:

"Minister of Commerce, how's it going? Are you interested?"

"Huh~" Jenny stood up suddenly, his voice trembling because he was too excited.

"Minister of Commerce! Are you serious?"

"Of course it's true." Du Weiguo replied with a smile: "Whether you will do it or not, just tell me the truth."

"Damn it! I won't do that!"

Jenny's face flushed red, and he didn't hesitate for a second.

"I understand. I agree to exchange the shares of the free trade zone and the car factory. I will also immediately dispose of my position as chairman of the Fiat Group and other personal business identities."

This guy is worthy of being called the Godfather. His reactions are extremely quick and he is decisive in his actions.

He immediately understood what Du Weiguo meant and made the most correct choice in an instant.

After chatting with Jenny for a while, Du Weiguo left the white building alone. He didn't drive or hold an umbrella. He just disappeared leisurely in the rain. No one knew where he went.

Shivaji International Airport, Mumbai, India.

At this moment, the entire airport was cleared under martial law, and thousands of Indian soldiers armed with live ammunition surrounded the runway.

In fact, at this moment, there is only a Gulfstream I aircraft standing alone on the airport runway which covers thousands of acres.

There were only three people on the plane: the pilot Gibson and two passengers, Miss Hu and Lin Jiaojiao.

Their destination is Hong Kong Island. Miss Hu plans to make a round trip within three days and solve the problems in Hong Kong Island.

But they didn't expect that they would be surrounded by a large group of people as soon as they arrived at the airport.

Through the porthole, she glanced at the soldiers outside who were facing a formidable enemy. The dark red light in Miss Hu's eyes was surging like magma, but she said jokingly:

"Gibson, it seems that the red-headed Asan thinks I am a soft persimmon and is going to tear my face apart and use force on me."

After a pause, her tone suddenly became as cold as a knife:

"What do you think we should do now? Should we use courtesy first and then force, or should we just fight directly?"

Before joining Du Weiguo, Gibson was the head of MI6 in India, and he had great power, so Miss Hu asked this question.

Before Gibson could say anything, Lin Jiaojiao interrupted him:

"What are you talking about? I finally see clearly that these idiots who smell like cow dung are just bullies who only bully the weak and fear the strong. If you don't beat them into submission, they will dare to show their teeth to you!" While cursing, she took out an iron-gray, palm-sized metal box from the inner pocket of her clothes.

She spoke Chinese, so Gibson didn't understand a word he heard. But when he saw the small metal box, his pupils suddenly shrank into needle-like shapes and cold sweat broke out.

This small box is made of alloy and was personally scratched by Gibson for Lin Jiaojiao. It contains hundreds of dormant dragon worms.

Of course, these dragon insects were all brought back by Lin Jiaojiao from the Demon Mist Mountain, and each one was carefully selected by her.

Not only are they physically strong, but each dragon worm's stomach is also full of cubs. As soon as they wake up, they can start breeding immediately.

In Gibson's opinion, this small metal box is as dangerous as Pandora's Box, even no less dangerous than the Big Pineapple.

If hundreds of pregnant dragon worms appeared in Mumbai, the consequences would be disastrous.

"No, no, Miss Lin, please don't be impulsive!"

Firstly because he was too nervous, and secondly because his Chinese was not good, Gibson was sweating and stammering.

Miss Hu rolled her eyes at Lin Jiaojiao and said, "Where are you? Put this broken thing away!"

Lin Jiaojiao glared back at her unwillingly, but refrained from saying anything back.

Miss Hu was too lazy to talk nonsense with her. She snatched the small metal box and knocked it gently. Then she turned to Gibson, lowered her eyes to look at her watch, and said coldly:

"It's 9:13 a.m., Gibson. I'll give you 17 minutes to mediate the negotiations until 9: a.m. I can't guarantee what the situation will be like after that."

The two hits that Miss Hu made on the small box were like a heavy hammer hitting Gibson's heart. His face turned green with fear and he hurriedly agreed:

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I will definitely do it. Let them evacuate the people immediately."

After speaking hurriedly, he jumped off the plane and ran towards the soldiers who surrounded the plane.

A few stubborn soldiers came forward with guns in hand and tried to stop him, but he just raised his hand and beat them all over the head and face, causing them to fall all over the place.

The weapons in the hands of these Indian soldiers were like fire pokers. They didn't dare to fight back, let alone shoot.

"Hehe~" On the plane, Lin Jiaojiao was amused. She turned her eyes away from the window and smiled at Miss Hu:

"Look, I was right, weren't I? These Indians are spineless and shameless. They will behave themselves once they are beaten into submission."

Miss Hu ignored her and just kept blinking. Her brows were furrowed and her expression was a little solemn.

Not getting a response, Lin Jiaojiao snorted in dissatisfaction. She reached out and snatched the small metal box and cigarette box from Miss Hu's hands.

Taking out a cigarette and lighting it, Lin Jiaojiao stroked the small metal box and spoke sarcastically in a teasing tone.

"Hu Laowu, what are you thinking about? Are you scared by the scene that Ah San has set? No, aren't you always tough?"

"Lin Jiaojiao, why are you so talkative? Are you itching again?"

Originally, she didn't want to pay attention to her, but the woman's words were so irritating that Miss Hu couldn't help but retort to her.

Lin Jiaojiao rarely got angry, but instead nudged her arm with her elbow:

"Forget it. Now that we are facing a powerful enemy, I won't bother with you. Tell me, what are you worried about? It can't be the mob outside."

Now, the airport is being surrounded by a brigade of troops. There are more than a thousand people in the aircraft ambush alone, and each of them has a gun with loaded bullets.

There are even artillery positions set up outside the airport, with tanks, armored vehicles, and armed motorcycles on standby at all times. This is enough for a skirmish.

However, Miss Hu did not take these scenes seriously.

With just a thought, she could turn the soldiers on the runway against her, and then take advantage of the chaos to leave the airport in a swagger.

"What I'm worried about is Tianzhu's attitude." Miss Hu suddenly said something out of the blue.

"Tianzhu's attitude? What does it mean?" Lin Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment.

"Hoo~" Miss Hu exhaled a long puff of smoke, and then said in a deep voice:

"We have been pushing the Indians too hard recently. Even a rabbit will bite when it is cornered. If this continues, they will be forced to unite and fight against us with a common hatred."

Miss Hu was not saying this casually.

In just one month, the Kui sect fabricated several plagues in succession in India, killing hundreds of thousands of people and destroying several cities. The losses were so great that they were difficult to estimate.

Moreover, a world-destroying dragon-worm crisis broke out at Demon Mist Mountain, and a huge amount of food was stolen.

Now, they are even going to detonate the Big Pineapple in India, which is the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

When the news reached New Delhi, even the most cowardly capitulationists could not stand it anymore. Calls for a break and war became increasingly louder and louder.

Miss Hu paused for a moment, crushed the cigarette butt with her fingers, and added quietly:

"Lin Jiaojiao, if a country with a population of hundreds of millions were united and pulled together as one, their power would be extremely formidable, powerful enough to overwhelm mountains and seas."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiaojiao was stunned again. She frowned and thought for a long time before speaking.

"So, what are you going to do now?"

Miss Hu shook her head and said nothing. Lin Jiaojiao got a little angry and her eyes shone:

"Hu Laowu, don't tell me that you are scared and are going to give in to these red-headed Assholes!"

Miss Hu rolled her eyes at her in annoyance:

"How about this? The two of us go to war with the entire Tianzhu?"

"Du kid, don't you have a radio? Contact Du kid immediately, he will definitely have a solution!"

"Heh~" Miss Hu sneered and glanced at her with a silly look:

"You really think he is a god. What can he do? Can he fight against hundreds of millions of people by himself and destroy the entire Tianzhu?"

Lin Jiaojiao's expression froze: "So what do you say we should do now? We can't really let these red-headed Asan bears live here, right?"

"I don't know either. Let's take it one step at a time."

After saying something vague, Miss Hu suddenly glanced out the window.

At this time, the Indian soldiers surrounding the plane dispersed like a tide, and a Willys military vehicle came against the tide.

At the same time, in Hong Kong Island, there is a villa area for school workers near the University of Hong Kong.

In a villa, Azhi was washing vegetables in the kitchen, humming Bai Guang's old song "Fire of Love".

"Red lights, green wine, the life of luxury is so leisurely, the eyes are flowing, half shy, the flowers will wither, and people will become thin~~"

"Ah Zhi, are you so sad?" A male voice suddenly sounded behind her. (End of this chapter)