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

Chapter 737 Foundation
This bitch, Leina, is very thoughtful and impatient, she immediately reacted:
"Wesley, do you want to replicate Pattaya's layout in Suriname? It's impossible, this is South America, and it's the back garden of Citigroup~"

Du Weiguo raised his brows, sneered, and said in an unhurried tone:

"Oh, what about the Americas? There are more than 6 Chinese in Suriname, and more than 8 in Kuiana. They have people, and I have money. Is it difficult to replicate Pattaya's model?"

Having tasted the sweetness in Pattaya, Du Weiguo was somewhat self-righteous, and Lei Na frowned and pondered.

Du Weiguo patted her on the shoulder:

"Okay, Reina, this place is too close to Citigroup's military base. It's a place of right and wrong. Let's leave here first, find a safe place and study it carefully."

Reina woke up like a dream, and hurriedly pulled Du Weiguo's arm: "Yes, they will contact the Citi base every hour to report safety, let's get out of here quickly."

Six hours later, in the evening, when the sky was full of sunrise, Du Weiguo and Reina took a speedboat that came along and arrived at St. George Town, the capital of Quiana.

Kuiana was originally a British colony, and it didn't become independent until last year. Although it has now gotten rid of the control of England, it is still quite influential locally.

Here, at least Lena and the others' safety can be guaranteed to the greatest extent.

In fact, Du Weiguo is fearless even in Suriname, where Citigroup has a huge influence, but this is America, after all, we can't kill recklessly.

One thing more is worse than one thing less, Du Weiguo is not a reckless man, he just knocked out those CIA secret agents, and did not kill them.

St. George is also a small city, full of shacks, dilapidated, and muddy. Most of the residents are disheveled and ragged, like walking dead.

It can be seen that England's local governance is really not good. There is a decent three-story red brick building near the city center.

The signboard of Guislier Mining Company was hung on the door of the small building, which is a stronghold of MI in Quiana.

MI is a very large organization, and naturally it cannot be monolithic. There are countless factions and branches in it. This stronghold in Quiana is barely in the same camp as Reina.

The reason why Reina was able to grab this hot task is also inseparable from the active operation of Wells, the person in charge of this stronghold.

Wells is a dumpy old man in his 50s, with a red face, always smiling, and a big gray beard, which looks like a fucking Santa Claus.

"So, Reina, you didn't hesitate to kill a whole team of green berets in Bolivar, but in the end you didn't find the secret information in Lord Bourne's hands?"

Wells lowered his eyelids, hiding his eyes, and spoke in a faint tone, and Reina nodded:

"Well, that's it. I set off from Kakanuman and searched northward for about 15 kilometers. Due to the harsh environmental conditions, I couldn't continue, so I had no choice but to retreat."

"Hehe, Lena, since that's the case, you were controlled by the CIA in Bolivar and taken to the military base in Suriname, how did you escape?"

Wells stroked his beard with a smile, and his small blue-green eyes shone with a sly light, full of deep meaning.

Lei Na patted Du Weiguo on the shoulder with an arrogant expression:

"I was rescued by Mr. Wesley, Wells, Mr. Wesley, he also has a nickname, Shashen, you should not be unfamiliar with it."

Wells rubbed his hands together, with a flattering expression on his face, he looked up at Du Weiguo, his tone exaggerated:

"Ha! Mr. Wesley, AISA8 on the CIA blacklist, KGB number X11, the famous evil god, I am naturally familiar with it, and it really has great powers."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Du Weiguo just glanced at the little old man indifferently, did not speak, and watched him and Leina compete in acting skills with cold eyes, pretending to be false.

Reina said proudly, "That's right, I was rescued by the supernatural Mr. Wesley, that's why I was able to escape."

Wells nodded noncommittally, took a sip of tea, and said unhurriedly:

"Leina, of course I dare not question Mr. Wesley's ability, but I am very puzzled, since that is the case.

You arrived in Bolivar with Mr. Wesley, so how did you get taken away under the control of the CIA? "

Reina casually said:
"Well, when I was in Bolivar, I was separated from Mr. Wesley for a while. Those sons of the CIA attacked me at that time."

Wells curled his lips, smiling, with a playful tone:
"Hey, Reina, the day after you were controlled, the traitor Pippen was assassinated in Kakamanu. At that time, there were still three formations of green berets ambushing there."

Reina shrugged her shoulders: "Then I don't know, and you also know that I lost my freedom at that time."

Reina began to play tricks, Wells could only shake his head helplessly:
"Leina, I'm not your enemy, your cross-region mission is considered an unconventional operation.

Now, you claim without authorization and killed a whole team of green berets, but you didn't complete the task, and I'm afraid it won't end well when you return to the headquarters. "

There was a strong threat hidden in Wells' words, and Reina's face darkened, and she snorted coldly:
"I was watched as soon as I arrived in Bolivar, and when I arrived at the dock of the Orinoco River, I was ambushed by a team of green berets. Am I going to sit and wait?

Also, Wells, who leaked the intelligence information?How can a small shrimp like Pippen know such a high-level secret? "

Lei Na and Wells were fighting with each other, hiding needles in their mouths, and fighting secretly. Du Weiguo felt more and more tired of hearing this. This kind of internal strife is really everywhere.

Reina and Santa Claus are considered to be in the same camp. The reason why Wells is grinding his teeth here is nothing more than wanting to share the credit or have other plans.

The dead Governor Bourne, the map of mineral resources distribution in South America left behind by him is indeed a priceless treasure. Once it is sent back to the headquarters, the contribution will be immeasurable.

Man made money and birds died for food. Wells didn't arrest Leina and the others for questioning immediately, so he was already merciful. Of course, it might not be because he was afraid of Du Weiguo's mighty force.

Du Weiguo extinguished his cigarette, stood up, and said in a low voice:
"I'm very tired. I haven't rested for several nights. Can you find me a place to rest first?"

Reina understood instantly, and stood up as well:

"That's right, Wells, I have been detained for several days, and I have also gone through fatigue interrogation. I am exhausted and need to take a good rest. Please help me arrange a flight back to London as soon as possible."

At the end of the third floor of the small building is a lounge similar to a hotel room. Leina lay on Du Weiguo's chest, gently stroking his scar with her fingers, her eyes were a little red.

This time Du Weiguo was facing Iron Blood in the rainforest, and he was indeed seriously injured. In the end, in order to avoid self-explosion, his body was scratched with countless wounds, densely packed, new wounds piled up with old wounds, and there was no good place for it.

"Wesley, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be greedy for credit and take on this task bravely, causing you to suffer so many injuries."

Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke, extinguished the cigarette butt, turned over and changed into a relatively comfortable position, held Leina in his arms, and made a booing effect, with a lazy tone:
"Leina, I'm really tired. I haven't slept for several days. Let me sleep for a while."

That Santa Claus looks like a smiling tiger at first glance. There is a high probability that there is a monitoring device in this room. Besides, Du Weiguo is really exhausted now.

Since landing in Bolivar, he has been fighting continuously for 7 days. During this period, he has taken fragmented rests, and he has never slept at all.

Almost as soon as Du Weiguo finished speaking, there was a thunderous snoring sound. Lei Na lovingly stroked his cheek, feeling extremely safe, curled up in his arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Du Weiguo slept very deeply this time, until the next morning, when the sky was bright, he woke up leisurely, stretched his waist, and felt refreshed.

Lei Na was still in a deep sleep, even if Du Weiguo turned over and got out of bed, she just raised her eyes and fell asleep again.

Du Weiguo went to the toilet, washed up briefly, and then began to check the wiretapping equipment in the room, and finally found it on the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling. Wells, the old silver coin, was really hidden deep.

Du Weiguo violently smashed the bug and the fluorescent lamp with a small Tang knife, and then rushed towards the sleeping Lei Na.

Soon, there was a beautiful movement in the room that made people blush and heartbeat. The sound was not small, and it could be heard clearly even in the corridor.

In the office building on the second floor, Wells, who had already developed panda eyes, smashed the monitor earphones on the table angrily, cursing:
"Fuck! It's earth-shattering to make such a loud noise, so why destroy Lao Tzu's listening device?"

At noon, Wells accompanied him to have dinner, and Du Weiguo also tasted the so-called American local food, paisa plate.

Uh, it's fried pork and beef, fried eggs, fried bananas, sausage, blood sausage, tortillas, pork belly with avocado, and a hodgepodge of lemons.

The appearance is average, but the taste is acceptable. In addition, there are kidney bean pot, orange ceviche, and some local sparkling wine, which is quite rich.

Du Weiguo has been eating and drinking for several days, and he hasn't eaten hot food for a long time. Naturally, everything is delicious, and he doesn't say a word, just burying his head in cooking.

Everything on the dining table was swept away, and Du Weiguo was finally half full. Lei Na was already full, and raised her head to ask:
"Wells, when will there be a plane."

Wells stroked his beard:
"I already contacted the headquarters yesterday. There will be a transport plane taking off from Morocco in the afternoon of the day after tomorrow, and it will arrive here in the evening."

At this time, Wells raised his wine glass, smiled and said to Du Weiguo:

"Mr. Wesley, try this wine, the authentic Mendoza Snow White champagne, even if it is not worse than the Moët Chandon of the French royal family."

Du Weiguo picked up the wine glass with a smile, and drank it down in one gulp, like a cow chewing peonies, without any process of tasting, and laughed at himself:
"Mr. Wells, I'm just a rough man, I can only fight and kill, I don't know how to taste at all."

Wells laughed:
"Mr. Wesley is really refreshing. In fact, these things are originally for eating and drinking, and only boring people will comment on them."

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette and asked straight to the point:

"Mr. Wells, do you know Mr. Zhong from Quiana?"

"Ok?"

Wells was obviously stunned for a moment:
"Mr. Wesley, may I ask, what is your business with Mr. Arthur?"

Arthur is the name of Mr. Zhong, and upon hearing his address, Du Weiguo can be sure that he has found the right person.

"Oh, that's right. I want to discuss cooperation with Mr. Zhong. I intend to invest in some projects in Kuiana, and I need the support of the local government."

Wells frowned, and his tone was surprised: "Invest in Quiana? Mr. Wesley, the population here is sparse and the economy is backward~"

Du Weiguo exhaled smoke and showed a mysterious smile:
"Mr. Wells, you don't have to worry about the profit and loss of the investment. You just need to introduce Mr. Zhong to me."

Seeing his weird smile, Leina curled her lips immediately, and she knew in her heart that Du Weiguo, the grandson, had started to plot again.

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, in the former Governor's Mansion of Kuiana and the current President's Mansion, Du Weiguo met the hearty Mr. Zhong as he wished, and the two chatted happily.

After having dinner together in the Presidential Palace, they continued to talk until late at night, before bidding farewell, and Mr. Zhong personally sent Du Weiguo out of the house.

"Leina, before 12:1000 noon tomorrow, million pounds will arrive in the account. Let's pay the money and deliver the goods."

Du Weiguo was so pissed, he threw away the microfilm in his hand, and Lei Na rolled her eyes angrily:

"Wesley, is your backdoor business really smooth? Do you know what was the total financial revenue of Kuiana last year?"

Du Weiguo was indeed a little curious: "How much?"

Reina flattened her mouth:

"In 1966, Quiana's annual finances were less than 2000 million pounds. You invested 1000 million at once. Isn't it a bit too aggressive and ruined the boat?"

Du Weiguo's tone was teasing: "What? I can't believe me, Leina, do you feel sorry for your share?"

Leina said stubbornly: "I don't feel bad, anyway, if you lose, you will have to support me for the rest of your life."

At noon the next day, Du Weiguo watched the transport plane that Lei Na was flying into the sky, and Zhang Huihai of Guangyi Hall stood side by side with him with his hands behind his back, with a deep meaning in his tone:

"Mr. Wesley, you are really willing to invest 2500 million US dollars in this barren land. You know, this is not a small amount of money."

Du Weiguo withdrew his gaze, and asked with confidence:
"Mr. Zhang, there is no turning back when you start the bow. After 3 days, my project will break ground. When will the 500-member security team be in place?"

Zhang Huihai's eyes flickered:

"Mr. Wesley is so bold, our people will be in place tomorrow, but the conditions you promised before?"

Du Weiguo said lightly:

"Don't worry, the money is already in place, but Mr. Zhang, we can talk about our ugly words. If your people don't obey me and desert all day long, don't blame me for turning my face and refusing to recognize people."

Zhang Huihai said solemnly:
"Mr. Wesley, you can rest assured that our Guangyi Hall has always been a promise, and if someone is stabbed, we will take care of it."

"Okay, then we will have a happy cooperation." Du Weiguo took the initiative to extend his hand to him with a flying posture.

Five days later, Du Weiguo was standing in front of a huge construction site not far from St. George's seashore, holding a maritime satellite phone in his hand and talking:

"Okay, Reina, help me send them to St. George as soon as possible. Everything is going well here. You can come back after you finish dealing with the London side."

After hanging up the phone, Du Weiguo looked at the 500 strong young men standing neatly and silently behind him, and he couldn't help feeling a surge of pride in his heart.

This is his foundation in America.

Du Weiguo made a very generous move this time. He built an entire entertainment street directly to the east of St. George's, covering a total area of ​​over 60 square meters.

To this end, more than 2000 workers were mobilized, and almost all the young and strong Chinese who could be dispatched by St. George were wiped out.

Du Weiguo's blueprint is very large, with a casino covering an area of ​​10 square meters as the core, and supporting hotels, supermarkets, restaurants, bars, nightclubs, etc.

Fortunately, Kuiana is rich in resources and self-sufficient in materials, and the labor is cheap enough. In the case of three meals, it only costs $15 a month.

This street is an economic free trade zone officially planned by the Kuiana government. Not only is it tax-free, gambling is also legal. With a wave of Du Weiguo's hand, he directly spent 800 million US dollars to enclose this land.

Du Weiguo's goal is to make this place a free place like Pattaya in five years, and in a few years, it will become a paradise like Macau.

(End of this chapter)