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

Chapter 765 One thought of heaven and one thought of hell,
In Jianghu, there has always been a special saying that when couples quarrel and get awkward, there is no conflict that cannot be resolved at once.

To be honest, this statement is very nonsense, don't believe it, if it is not done well, it will violate the wishes of women, and this will be sued.

However, this obviously unreliable statement worked on Du Weiguo and Moran.

Anyway, at this moment, Moran is as gentle as a kitten, curled up lazily in his arms, with low eyebrows, shy and timid, very well-behaved.

Moran's new residence is located on the west coast of Pattaya. It is an exquisite white two-story villa. It looks inconspicuous, but in fact it has a lot of mystery.

There are only two floors above the ground in this small villa, but there are three full floors underground, and the area is unbelievably large.

There are independent generators, water circulation systems, ventilation systems, complete facilities, and rich material reserves. They are all permanent underground fortifications repaired with reinforced concrete and soil. There are also secret passages that can directly connect to the trestle bridge by the sea.

The two sides of the villa face the sea, and the other two sides are dotted with some newly built houses, which are uniform in shape and uniform.

These houses are the residences of Moran's direct subordinates, surrounding her villa like stars and moons.

This large area covering an area of ​​more than mu is all private property under the name of Moran. There is not even a single tall tree. During the period, light and dark whistles alternated, loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and the guards were as strict as iron barrels.

It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to get close to her villa. Even well-trained professional armed personnel would never want to sneak in quietly and secretly.

Du Weiguo turned over and sat up, lit a cigarette, walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, held a cigarette, and looked at the Delfino 93 yacht docked by the pier not far away.

This beautiful big toy was also snatched from the dead ghost Somchai before, and now it has naturally become Moran's car.

"What are you looking at? Du Weiguo, this ship is mine, I can warn you, don't drive away!"

Moran wrapped himself in a blanket, tiptoed, and swayed over, acting like a kitten protecting food. Du Weiguo was angry and funny:

"I said, Moran, how did you become like this now, you are so stingy, you are so dependent on external things, to tell the truth, isn't this shit just a toy?"

Du Weiguo is really not bragging. The value of the Delfino93 yacht is very high. The price is a full 240 million US dollars, which is close to 2000 million Hong Kong dollars.

However, this amount of money is really a drop in the bucket for the current senior official Du. Moran gave him a blank look, and said angrily:

"You gave this to me! I don't usually see you, so I have to keep it in mind. Du Weiguo, think about it for yourself. What do you give me in kind?"

Never reason with a woman. They are invincible in the matter of making excuses. Du Weiguo, who has been a man for two generations, is well versed in this way, and decisively changed the subject:
"Mo Lan, have you encountered any troubles here in Pattaya? It's rare to come here, and you just happened to get rid of it together?"

Moran is not a woman who doesn't know how to advance or retreat. She knows the truth of accepting when she sees something good, and leans against Du Weiguo with her arms folded:
"Well, it's basically calm here in Pattaya. After all, you are intimidated by the aftermath of your evil god. Song Guai's bones are not cold, and no one dares to jump out and stab them, but~~"

Mo Lan hesitated to speak, but Du Weiguo frowned immediately and turned his head: "Just what?"

Moran smacked and licked his lips lightly:

"I heard that Bangkok intends to send a new mayor to Pattaya in the near future. Moreover, I heard that the person in charge of the rice army base will be replaced soon."

Um?Is this going to turn against Tiangang?Du Weiguo's face became serious, and he exhaled the smoke slowly, crushing the cigarette butt:

"Is the Mi Army base changing the person in charge normally this time?"

Moran has been operating in Pattaya for nearly a year. He is well-informed, has good ears and eyes, and nodded firmly:
"Well, it should be. The replacement of the person in charge this time belongs to the category of normal troop rotation, and it is not a separate transfer."

Du Weiguo asked again:
"Molan, do our stalls in Pattaya rely heavily on the logistics supply project of the base? What percentage does it probably account for?"

Moran blurted out almost without hesitation:

"About 3%, but if the project is terminated now, the loss will be far more than 3%, and what we lose is far more than just income."

This is also a normal situation. It is reasonable that the fat and oily project of providing logistics support for the Mi Army base will be terminated.

The additional industrial chains extended from it will also wither, such as transportation, procurement, etc., which cannot be ignored.

As for the loss other than income, it should be due to the decline of status and influence in the world, such as Pattaya.

The reason why it was able to transform from a small fishing village with no money into a thriving free city was all driven by the tens of thousands of Citi soldiers at the rice army base.

Even at the moment, at least 3% of the local economy in Pattaya depends on the consumption of these soldiers.

At the beginning, the reason why Somchai was able to call the wind and rain and gain a firm foothold in Pattaya was also because he was backed by the big tree of the rice army base, and the ownership of this logistics supply project was, to put it bluntly, a weather vane.

It will be like this when the stall is big. Press the gourd to float the ladle, and the wave will rise again. Du Weiguo is suddenly a little upset, his eyebrows stand erect, and his tone becomes cold involuntarily:

"Mo Lan, the new commander of the base, have you found out the detailed situation? Also, is Bangkok planning to send a new mayor this time, is it intended to target us?"

Moran is so humane and has a clear mind. He just glanced at him and knew that Du Weiguo's mood was a little irritable and murderous.

He quickly grabbed his arm and said in a coquettish tone:
"Boss, these are trivial matters. It's just scabies. I can solve it myself. You don't need to do anything. You are the sword of Damocles. You are the most intimidating when you hang it high. It is easy to unsheath, but Falling low."

What he said, even though he knew that she was relieving himself, Du Weiguo still felt a warm feeling in his heart, and the hardened steel turned into soft fingers.

Among all the women in Du Weiguo, Moran is undoubtedly the most worry-free, independent, sensible, and capable one.

Not only can she be alone, but she can also help Du Weiguo share the pressure, and she loves deeply, which is indeed a ladylike demeanor.

He reached out and hugged Moran into his arms, buried his head in her long hair, greedily sniffed the fragrance of her hair, rubbed it lightly, and said sincerely:
"Molan, thank you."

Moran gently scratched Du Weiguo's iron-like short hair with his fingers, and his tone was distressed and pampering:
"Wei Guo, are you tired?"

Hearing this question, Du Weiguo sighed silently, calmed down, raised his head again, and said with a forced smile:
"Why are you tired? I am rich and well-fed now, extravagant and sensual, and my food and clothing costs almost catch up with the princes and nobles in the old days."

Suddenly, Moran's eyes were a little red, and he put his hand on Du Weiguo's chest lightly, his voice choked up:
"Okay, stop pretending with me, I was shocked when I saw the scars on your body just now, there is not even a whole place all over your body.

You didn't have so many injuries in Forty-Nine City before, and you've only been out for a year now, what kind of skill are you, how many narrow escapes would it take to get injured like this? "

Hearing such touching and sincere words, Du Weiguo's nose soured, and he almost burst into tears. He let out a long mouthful of dirty air, and then held back his tears.

Du Weiguo raised his head, his eyes were heavy, but he didn't speak. Moran took advantage of the situation and gently leaned his cheek on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, with a distant tone:
"The more you climb up, the more you feel like you are in a dream, and you are in a precarious situation. Every day is trembling, like walking on thin ice, Wei Guo, have you ever thought about retreating from the rapids and finding a clean place away from the troubles?"

Moran's words came from the bottom of her heart, and she wasn't moaning for nothing. As the saying goes, it's too cold to be at a high place. Don't look at her current scenery, rich and powerful, and calling the wind and rain in Pattaya.

Once something happened to Du Weiguo, Moran would immediately be mobbed and attacked, and his life would be at stake in an instant, and it would be an extravagant hope to get out of his body.

Du Weiguo shook his head with a wry smile, his tone was bleak:
"In the world of great struggle, if you don't advance, you will retreat. There is no clean place in the world. Moran, we are all rootless duckweeds, and we have no choice at all."

"Ah~"

Moran sighed helplessly, and stopped talking. The atmosphere was a bit dull, so Du Weiguo changed the subject:
"I said Madam Boss, look, since I am so pitiful, I still have to work hard to make money. Otherwise, you should be merciful and lend me some money to fill the hole in America, and I will take the opportunity to rest for two days~"

As soon as this remark came out, even though he knew that Du Weiguo was joking around to cheer up the atmosphere, Moran was still furious. Women are all food protectors.

The previous heart-to-heart atmosphere collapsed in an instant, and Mo Lan raised her brows upside down, with evil in her eyes, and spat mercilessly:
"Bah! Don't even think about it! Du Weiguo, you are really shameless now. I heard that your new love in America is a young girl, and you are so cowardly, you are not as good as a beast!"

Should I say it or not, this bitch Moran's play is really good, she can change her face faster than turning the page of a book, one second she was about to cry, and the next second her voice was full of vigor, and the switching was extremely smooth.

Du Weiguo was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect that Moran's news was so well-informed. He even found out the specific situation of Guo Fu, so he was inevitably a little embarrassed:
"You bitch, you have quite long ears. Tell me the truth, what else did you find out?"

Moran sneered:
"Oh, why, you dare to do it and not let people tell you? I heard that you also have a golden house in Tokyo, as well as the Belcher sea snake of MI and the swallow of the KGB.

Du Weiguo, you are not shy now, you never reject anyone who comes, and you are merciful everywhere, you are so successful, are you all Israelis~"

Mo Lan snapped his fingers and turned Du Weiguo upside down, and even came up with words such as "Israel" who were not very hurtful but extremely insulting.

"On the contrary, it seems that the previous family law did not subdue you!"

Du Weiguo's old face turned red, he couldn't hold it anymore, and became angry from embarrassment, he raised his hand and slapped Moran's ass!

"Snapped!"

Du Weiguo's speed is as fast as lightning. Even if Moran had prepared himself, he couldn't guard against it at all.
"Hiss~ It hurts! Du Weiguo, you hit me again! I'm going to fight you!"

Mo Lan's eyes were red from the pain, and she also became ruthless. She used all her strength and punched with a strong wind, but no matter how powerful she was, how could she be Du Weiguo's opponent.

In a short while, the fierce fighting turned into a beautiful hand-to-hand fight, and the fierce fighting resumed, dancing fish and dragons all night, infinite omissions~
The next day, in the afternoon, in Bangkok's Chinatown, Chaoshan Guild Hall, Li Xianzhong, who hurried to Bangkok from South Koryo, joined Du Weiguo and his party with three capable entourages.

After exchanging pleasantries, everyone took a few green Toyota Hilux pickups and headed towards Chiang Mai all the way.

Having said that, let me add a digression. The pickup truck model of Toyota Hilux should normally be launched next year.

However, due to the strong demand for pickup trucks in Siam, it was born a year earlier, which can be regarded as a butterfly effect.

In the middle of the team is a modified green Jeep Wagnier with raised chassis and fenders.

In this off-road vehicle, Li Xianzhong was dressed in a suit, sitting in the co-pilot solemnly like an obedient baby, while Du Weiguo sat in the back seat sternly, and Mr. Kui was beside him, personally accompanying him.

With a cigar in his mouth, Du Weiguo put his hand on the open car window, stretched his body comfortably, with the breeze blowing on his face, with a lazy expression, like a fucking tourist.

"Brother Wesley, why are you condescending this time, and you actually want to go to the Triangle by yourself just for a stick?"

Mr. Kui squinted his eyes and glanced at Li Xianzhong angrily. There was a trace of undisguised contempt in his eyes, and he brought up a topic. He spoke Cantonese, and Li Xianzhong naturally couldn't understand a word.

Du Weiguo turned his head and said with a smile:
"Of course I didn't come to Siam for him this time, Mr. Kui, to tell you the truth, I've been a bit dependent on Kuncha recently, so it's necessary to move around and gather around.

In addition, this time I also plan to discuss with Kuncha, and directly wipe out all the big and small brokers in Siam and unify the market. "

Shi Potian was shocked, using the most casual words, and said the most terrifying things. You must know that there are dozens of big and small brokers entrenched in Siam, and they are all powerful, intertwined, and powerful.

Kui Ye's eyes were rounded, he was dumbfounded, he swallowed subconsciously, and his tone was a bit stammered:

"Wei, Wesley~ brother, I heard you right, you, you mean to unify~~"

Because it was so absurd, Mr. Kui, who had seen the big wind and waves, was speechless. Du Weiguo smiled and nodded indifferently:

"Well, Mr. Kui, that's right, that's what you think, there are too many sellers on the ground in Siam, and the supply of goods is too complicated.

Ghosts and snakes are running rampant, messing up the market, and I am here this time to discuss it with Kuncha and make great efforts to clean up the sales channels. "

Du Weiguo's tone was very casual and understated, but the murderous intent contained in it went straight to Xiaohan, which made people shudder.

The so-called consultation is fundamentally a notification. Don't look at the fact that Kuncha's family is the only one in Triangle, holding the military power to call the wind and rain, and covering the sky with one hand.

Once he met Du Weiguo, he was still just fish worth a bullet, ready to be slaughtered, and he couldn't even stir up a wave.

With a sharp blade, it is natural that Du Weiguo said something, and Kuncha would never dare to say something. In other words, as long as Du Weiguo is determined, this matter will definitely be realized.

At that time, once the action is taken, I don't know how big the storm will be. On the ground in Siam, I don't know how many people will fall to the ground and die.

Mr. Kui was stunned by Du Weiguo's generous handwriting. He was stunned for a long time before he rubbed his hands together and asked eagerly:
"Wei, brother Wesley, then, if all these brokers are emptied, what will be the huge market?"

Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke, raised his eyebrows, and spoke with a half-smile:

"Master Kui, apart from Hong Kong Island, Dongying, and Korea, all the other markets let you act as an agent, how about that? Do you have the guts to make a big deal with me and swallow it all at once?"

Mr. Kui was completely dumbfounded. He is a big broker himself, so he naturally understands the shocking dividends. Du Weiguo's proposal is really crazy.

It's done, he Wan Zhongkui is tantamount to indirectly controlling the Triangle Land, holding Jinshan Yinhai firmly in his hands, and has become the most powerful mafia boss in Southeast Asia and even Asia, covering the sky with one hand!
If you lose, you will naturally be torn into pieces in an instant, and there will be no place to bury your body. The glory and wealth you have now will disappear in smoke, and even the Chaoshan Guild Hall and Chinatown will suffer disaster.

This is so clearly a big gamble, if you win, you will leap into the dragon's gate, if you lose, you will be crushed to pieces. Wan Zhongkui's eyes were dull, his whole body was trembling, he lowered his head and fell into deep thought, speechless for a long time.

Du Weiguo didn't urge him, and continued to smoke his cigar leisurely. This matter, he didn't just think about it on a whim. He had already thought about it when he was cooking in Hong Kong Island.

Before, I was too weak in doing things, holding my hands everywhere, and dragging my feet. As the saying goes, if you are not ruthless, you can't stand firm!Now that he has made up his mind to build his own underground force, he must be ruthless and do everything he can.

The triangle land is now a big piece of fat that is close to the mouth, not in the three realms, beyond the five elements, a pure land of no owner, Du Weiguo is bound to win this, in a word, whoever stands in my way dies!

As for Wan Zhongkui, he is a very good partner, and Du Weiguo believes that he will agree in the end. Kuiye is a smart man, and he cannot miss this rare opportunity to cross the class.

Mr. Kui is ambitious, but also happens to be in the prime of life. When he is fighting, he has a strong army, money and power. He will definitely not be willing to spend his years in this corner of Chinatown forever.

Sure enough, after a long time, when Du Weiguo was almost finished smoking a cigar, Wan Zhongkui slowly raised his head, his eyes were red, his voice was hoarse, and his tone was solemn:
"It's done, Mr. Wesley, this time, I will spend all my wealth to stud with you! I will show my sincerity, and I will die!"

　Happy Dragon Boat Festival!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)