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

At 4 a.m., when the night is darkest, the desert is also the coldest.

No man's land, an inconspicuous little oasis.

At the edge of the oasis, where the grassland meets the desert, in the leeward side, a blazing bonfire was lit, on which were roasted a dozen skewers of fat and lean meat and two camel humps that had been roasted in advance.

"Crack!"

The skewers were almost done, turning an extremely tempting golden color, sizzling with oil, and the fat dripping into the fire, instantly splashing up a few star-like sparks.

"Sir, the skewers are ready to eat, but the camel humps need to be grilled a little longer. You must try my unique cooking skills later. I guarantee that you will never forget it."

Shalang deftly turned the camel's hump over, picked out two skewers of meat that were cooked to perfection, and handed them to Du Weiguo.

Du Weiguo took the skewer but didn't eat it right away. Instead, he smiled and said jokingly:

"Sand Wolf, didn't you say that desert people have a special affection for camels? How can they bear to kill them and eat their meat?"

Upon hearing this, Sand Wolf paused for a moment, weighed the hump in his hand, and his tone became somewhat gloomy:

"Its lungs have exploded, so it's definitely going to die. It's better to be freed quickly than to linger in agony."

"Uh~"

Du Weiguo's expression froze, and a feeling of guilt suddenly arose in his heart. Suddenly, he felt that the skewers of meat in front of him were no longer fragrant.

Because of his abnormal weight, more than half of the camels were exhausted to death on the way to Devil Valley, and the predecessor of the kebab and camel hump in front of him was one of them.

Alas, I did not harm Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me.

In recent years, Du Weiguo has been surrounded by corpses and blood almost every day. The number of lives lost directly or indirectly because of him is too numerous to count.

If there really is an underworld, an afterlife, a Yama Palace and a Book of Life and Death, then with the sins committed by Du Weiguo, he has 100% been destined to be a permanent VVIP customer of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

Shalang was also a smart man. He immediately realized that the topic he brought up was too serious and made Du Weiguo associate it with some bad emotions.

"Hey, sir, look at my stinky mouth? I can't talk at all and always ruin the fun. Because of this, the shopkeeper has punished me many times before."

He laughed awkwardly, quickly adjusted his tone, and changed the subject:

"After all, it's just a camel. It's dead, so of course we should make the best use of it. Sir, a camel hump is a good thing, a rare delicacy."

"We who grew up in the desert never waste anything. Sir, you should try the skewers quickly. They won't taste good if they get cold."

"Hehehe~" Du Weiguo suddenly laughed.

Damn, why have I become a little sentimental recently? Am I getting old? Camels are just tools for carrying things. If they die, they die. They are nothing.

Shaking his head in self-mockery and suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his heart, Du Weiguo stopped being pretentious and lowered his gaze to the skewers of meat in front of him.

The meat skewers are very substantial, with at least half a pound of meat per skewer.

It was roasted to the perfect temperature, golden and greasy, evenly sprinkled with fine salt, chili, cumin and fennel, and smelled delicious.

After tossing and turning for most of the night, Du Weiguo was really hungry. His appetite instantly grew. He opened his mouth impatiently and ate the whole skewer in one breath.

"Mm, it tastes really good, a bit like beef, and a bit like lamb, with a slightly earthy smell, but it is perfectly covered by the spices."

"Sand Wolf, this is your craft."

Du Weiguo was amazed by the taste of the skewers. He gave Sand Wolf a thumbs up and praised him in an unclear voice.

"Hey~" Sand Wolf also laughed, pinched his nose habitually, puffed out his chest and said proudly:

"That's right, sir. Ask around. In the entire Golden Crescent, when it comes to barbecue skills, I, Sand Wolf, am second to none. No one dares to claim to be first."

"Hahaha!" Du Weiguo laughed heartily.

"Is it true? Sand Wolf, you are a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, are you bragging?"

The sand wolf skillfully turned over the camel's hump on the fire and sprinkled a handful of secret seasoning on it. Suddenly, a strange fragrance filled the air.

His tone was extremely firm:

"Sir, you are just talking and not practicing. After you taste my grilled camel hump, you will know whether I am bragging or not."

Du Weiguo smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll be looking forward to it."

I have to say, this guy Shalang’s craftsmanship is really amazing.

The so-called secret seasoning is just the icing on the cake. It is mainly due to his extraordinary sense of smell, and his control of taste and heat is just right.

One point more or one point less will not do.

In particular, the roasted camel hump that he highly recommended is truly a delicacy, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Your mouth will be filled with oil when you take a bite, but it is not greasy at all and has a very unique taste.

Du Weiguo enjoyed the meal very much. He showed off dozens of skewers of grilled camel meat, including two grilled camel humps, and drank several bags of kumis (this thing is also available in North Africa).

All these things added together, weigh almost thirty kilograms.

"Shalang, you are not bragging. Your barbecue skills are indeed top-notch, even better than Shate's royal chef."

After having a full meal and a few drinks, Du Weiguo burped, rubbed his slightly protruding belly, lit a cigarette, and praised with satisfaction.

When the Shate royal family was suddenly mentioned, Sand Wolf curled his lips in disdain, and his contempt was not concealed in his words.

"Tsk, that's right, those brainless and ballless local rich people in Shate are not qualified to eat the meat I roast."

The attitude of the Saudi Wolf is understandable. In fact, not only him, but the entire Arab world despises the Saudi royal family from the bottom of their hearts and despises these cowards who beg for food with a golden bowl in their hands.

"Huh~" Du Weiguo exhaled smoke, his expression half-smiled, his tone full of ridicule:

"Shalang, don't say that. Those local rich people in Shate are my bread and butter. If they all become strong and courageous, wouldn't I lose a stable cash cow?"

Du Weiguo had already silently positioned the wealthy and vulnerable Shate royal family as leeks that could be harvested regularly.

He had already made up his mind that every once in a while, he would find a random excuse to go to Riyadh and blackmail people.

"Hahaha~" Sand Wolf also laughed:

"That's true. Although those Saudi rich people are stupid and cowardly, they are really rich. They are indeed very qualified to be the God of Wealth."

"That's right."

Du Weiguo nodded lazily, leaned on his backpack, twisted his body, and found a relatively comfortable position.

Exhaling the smoke, he suddenly changed the subject:

"By the way, Sand Wolf, what do you think of my previous proposal? Go to Nickli and set up a new Continental Hotel, and officially expand your brotherhood's business to America."

The Brotherhood is an assassin organization with a long history, with its headquarters in the lawless Golden Crescent in the Middle East.

Thanks to the convenient terrain, at its peak, the Brotherhood's sphere of influence once covered Asia, Europe, and Africa, as well as the entire Arab region. However, because America was too far away, separated by Africa and the entire Atlantic Ocean, the Brotherhood was really out of reach, so it had never set foot in it.

Nickerie, located between Saint George and Paramaribo, the capital of Suriname, is a coastal town with a natural deep-water harbor.

Originally, Nickerie belonged to Suriname, but now it has been permanently leased to Guyana and is used exclusively as a naval base and cargo port.

In fact, not only Nickerie, but the whole of Suriname is now showing a trend of gradually being incorporated into Guyana.

After all, Suriname doesn't have that many people, and is so poor that people can barely afford to wear pants, while Guyana is booming.

Under the terrifying siphon effect, almost all young people in Suriname have gone to Guyana. At present, there are only a few hundred thousand elderly, weak, sick and disabled people left in the country, and the country is on the verge of collapse.

At present, all the scums including Marsar have been killed, Reina has been rescued, and the crisis in Tianzhu has been resolved.

Du Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief temporarily. Now that he had some free time, it was time to try to recruit Sand Wolf. This guy was a treasure boy. When he grew up, he could definitely stand on his own.

Speaking of business, Sand Wolf, the designated successor of the Brotherhood, quickly put away his smile and replied solemnly:

"Sir, your suggestion is indeed very good. Planting a flag in America has indeed been the long-cherished wish of our brotherhood for many years."

"However, since the conflict with the Freemasons and the suppression for more than a decade, the Brotherhood is now sparsely populated and it is difficult to spare any manpower."

What Shalang said was true. The current situation of the Brotherhood was indeed not very good. It had been suppressed by the Freemasons to the point of being on the verge of death.

If Du Weiguo had not suddenly appeared and directly overthrew the giant Freemasonry with a thunderous attitude, he would have brought blood to the brotherhood.

I guess now, all the fraternities have been crushed by the capital stick of Freemasonry.

In the past two years, because the Freemasons were unable to take care of themselves, and with the support of Du Weiguo, the brotherhood has gradually recovered.

However, in order to help him, the Brotherhood also lost a lot of elite members, and even Lu Yan was disfigured. In terms of manpower, they were increasingly short of it.

Du Weiguo was naturally aware of this. He had already prepared a plan for this, and he said slowly:

"It doesn't matter. Nickli is my territory. As long as I am alive, no one will dare to attack me. You don't need to mobilize too many elite troops. Just come here by yourself."

Sand Wolf was clever to begin with, and was taught by Shopkeeper Yu all day long, so he had become quite familiar with the ways of the world.

He immediately realized that Du Weiguo was trying to recruit him in a subtle way.

Sand Wolf's first reaction was honor, a great honor. Du Weiguo was now the number one person in the light and dark worlds, and he had many talented people under his command.

The fact that they took so much pains and used all kinds of methods to recruit him is definitely a great honor for him and enough for him to brag about it for the rest of his life.

But in addition to the honor, Sand Wolf was also very conflicted.

Now the entire brotherhood follows Du Weiguo's lead, asking for things from him and granting him what they want. They are almost dependent on him. Sand Wolf's joining him is just a matter of course.

But then again, no matter how dependent it is, the Brotherhood is still an independent group after all. If one wants to truly switch to Du Weiguo's team, one must completely break away from the Brotherhood.

This was something Shalang could not accept as it was inconsistent with the concept of loyalty he had always accepted. What's more, he was the next president chosen by Shopkeeper Yu.

Du Weiguo was now able to see through people's minds. He guessed his thoughts in an instant, patted his shoulder, and comforted him:

"Don't worry, Sand Wolf, I won't make it difficult for you."

"You are a member of the Brotherhood in life and a ghost of the Brotherhood in death. Even if you go to be the head of the Continental Hotel in Nickli, I will not force you to work for me."

Having said that, if Shalang continues to refuse, he would be ungrateful.

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Wesley, thank you for your favor and understanding. When I return, I will tell the shopkeeper the truth and make this happen as soon as possible."

"Well, don't worry, let's take it step by step and be steady."

"Okay, sir." Seeing Du Weiguo being so considerate, Shalang breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a glimmer of cunning in Du Weiguo's eyes. He knew that he couldn't rush into such things. As long as he got the Sand Wolf under his nose, it would never escape his Five Finger Mountain.

At this moment, Reina, who was sleeping, suddenly turned over and hummed unconsciously.

The moment she arrived at the oasis, she couldn't hold on any longer. The breath in her heart completely let out, and she fell into a deep sleep almost instantly.

"Sir, where are you going next? Going back to Tianzhu with Miss Reina?" Sand Wolf glanced at her and asked tentatively.

Du Weiguo thought for a moment, then flicked the cigarette butt into the fire and shook his head:

"No, the red-headed Indians are strong on the outside but weak on the inside. With me to keep them in check, they can't make any waves. Let Hu Da and the others do what they want."

He really didn't plan to go to India.

On the one hand, considering the 20 big pineapples he was about to get, Ah San would never dare to make any more pineapples, and he was also too lazy to argue with those curry lovers.

On the other hand, he had recently been feeling a little suffocated by Miss Hu's increasingly strong possessiveness, and the increasingly fierce jealousy between her and Lin Jiaojiao also made Du Weiguo particularly scratching his head.

"So you're going to Hong Kong Island? I heard from Brother Lu Yan that Hong Kong Island has been in turmoil recently."

Du Weiguo did not hesitate for even a second and decisively denied:

"If we don't go, the Hong Kong Island Landlord Association will have been crippled and won't amount to anything. With Lu Yan and Nightmare here, we'll be safe."

Damn it, he would never go to Hong Kong Island now, with both Moran and Zhao Yingnan, two resentful women, here, it's like a Shura field.

"Sir, why don't you come with me to the Golden Crescent. You haven't been to the Eagle's Nest yet, have you?"

Eagle's Nest is the name of the Brotherhood's headquarters, hidden in an oasis in the Gobi Desert. It is said to have been rebuilt on the basis of the ruins of the ancient city of Tocharia.

"I won't go this time. I'll wait for the next opportunity."

In fact, Du Weiguo was quite interested in this proposal, but after thinking about it, he rejected it.

Jin Xinyue is also a lawless place where no one is in charge. In the area of ​​dozens of square kilometers, there are dozens of warlords of all sizes. They usually make a living by planting and selling flour, and they are considered his competitors.

Du Weiguo had long been planning to catch them all in one fell swoop and completely monopolize the flour market. Now, this plan has been put on the agenda.

Most of these warlords have close ties with the Brotherhood and are also their financial backers.

If Du Weiguo really went to the Eagle's Nest now, they would definitely try their best to beg for mercy, and then Shopkeeper Yu would be in a difficult position.

Du Weiguo lit a new cigarette and glanced at Reina who was sleeping soundly in her sleeping bag. His voice seemed a little distant:

"It's a rare opportunity to have some free time. Maybe it's time to go to London." (End of this chapter)