Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 1154 It’s too difficult for me!

Noon, Shat, Liad.

"How does it taste? Is it to your liking, sir?"

At the North City Chinese Restaurant, Kuang Tingwei's eyes were shining, his tone was full of eagerness, and his expression was full of anticipation.

Du Weiguo wiped his mouth and replied with gritted teeth:

"Uh~ Not bad, good, it tastes very unique."

This Chinese restaurant opened by Lao Kuang’s family in Riyadh has three signature dishes: oil-splashed noodles, big plate chicken, and hand-pulled meat.

To be honest, when Du Weiguo heard about these three Northwestern specialties, his anticipation was so high that he could hardly control his saliva.

Not to mention anything else, just a bowl of oil-splashed noodles is enough to make his mouth water.

Oil-splashed noodles, also known as trouser pocket noodles and fragrant stick noodles, are a special delicacy brewed in the 800-li Qinchuan area.

The noodles are two fingers wide, as thin as a cicada's wing, and as long as a child's arm. They are sprinkled with thick chili powder, pepper powder, salt, chopped green onions and garlic, and topped with side dishes such as bean sprouts and bok choy.

  Finally, pour some boiling hot oil on it, and then drizzle some vinegar on it. Sizzle~~

Damn, I’m so hungry from writing this.

Back to the topic, the enthusiastic Du Weiguo ordered a bowl of oil-splashed noodles first, but was surprised by the dish, which was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Lao Kuang’s oil-splashed noodles are so awesome. The noodles are as wide as a palm, almost as long as the trouser leg, and the thickness is also impressive, as thick as a finger, and a thumb.

Damn, this is almost as good as naan. It would be strange if it can be cooked thoroughly.

Not only are the noodles undercooked, their improvement on the oil-splashed noodles is quite explosive even in the world of fusion cuisine.

In addition to the original seasonings for the noodles, they also added turmeric and cumin. The most bizarre thing was hummus sauce (a kind of stinky bean sauce in the Arab region).

Therefore, the final taste of Kuang's special oil-splashed noodles is like an undercooked, half-cooked naan covered with shit.

In other words, Du Weiguo had suffered hardships and hunger when he was young, and considering that they were the descendants of heroes, he swallowed the bowl of noodles with a pinch of his nose.

The boss ate it all, so even if what was in front of him was a pile of shit, his subordinates had no choice but to swallow it raw.

Gibson and Sergei, two rough guys who had received extreme environment training and came from a food desert, were better off and looked indifferent.

Shiina Shouta, who was not a picky eater and did not have a bad temper, managed to remain calm.

However, the two beautiful girls, Kagura and Kamishiro, are not so good.

Although they were previously assassins and were ignorant appendages of their masters, they did not have much self-awareness.

However, having lived in the wealthy Mitsui family since childhood, his food, clothing, housing and transportation were quite good, and he could be said to be able to eat fine food and delicacies.

They just couldn't resist the food that looked and tasted like shit.

Kagura, who was relatively extroverted in character, now had tears in her eyes. She looked at Du Weiguo with grievance. Even Shenwu, who usually had a cold face, couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Hahaha, sir, you like it? That's great!"

After hearing Du Weiguo's comments, Kuang Tingwei immediately clapped his hands and laughed. This guy's EQ is really low and he is not pretending.

He didn't notice the ugly faces of the people who couldn't eat, nor did he realize that Du Weiguo's words were insincere. His face was flushed with excitement, and he was about to jump three feet high.

"Hey, today I finally met someone who knows what's good. I told you that the Chinese cuisine that I, Old Kuang, personally researched must be fine, but the taste of these Middle Eastern barbarians is problematic."

"Ha~"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo, who was always eloquent, didn't know how to respond and could only smile in silence.

He now finally figured out why the restaurant's business was so slow.

To be honest, if Lao Kuang's family wasn't well-off, they would have lost all their money and become beggars on the street if they had opened a restaurant with their skills.

"Sir, why don't you try our big plate chicken and hand-pulled meat, which I also made myself~~"

  Under the expectant gazes of his subordinates, Du Weiguo decisively interrupted him and refused as tactfully as possible:

"No, no thanks, Brother Kuang, the ingredients in your noodles are too rich, I am full after eating one bowl of noodles."

  At this point, Du Weiguo directly placed $100 on the table and stood up:

"Brother Kuang, thank you for your hospitality. I have something else to do, so I'll leave today."

Kuang Tingwei grabbed the money and put it back into Du Weiguo's hand without hesitation.

"Sir, you can take back this money. It's rare to meet a Chinese fellow in Riyadh, and he can recognize my cooking skills. A few bowls of noodles are not worth much, so keep it for me!"

His tone was heroic and his eyes were particularly sincere, which was definitely not acting.

It must be said that this guy's craftsmanship is really bad, but his character is really good, which makes Du Weiguo feel a bit of human warmth that he has not felt for a long time.

"Okay, Brother Kuang, I won't be polite then. Thank you very much!"

Du Weiguo took the money, smiled and cupped his hands, Kuang Tingwei also smiled:

"Hey! That's right, Chinese people all over the world are one family, why be polite? Sir, how about you sit for a while and have a cup of tea? I still have authentic Xinjiang milk tea~~"

As soon as he drank the milk tea, Du Weiguo burped subconsciously, feeling greasy, and waved his hands quickly:

"No, really, no, I really have something else to do."

"Well, oh~ what a pity, it's so rare to meet a fellow countryman." Kuang Tingwei's eyes were lonely and full of regret.

After leaving the Chinese restaurant and turning a corner, Du Weiguo stopped.

He raised his hand and waved to a big man with a thick beard who was smoking next to a street lamp not far away.

This guy should be a manager of the General Intelligence Bureau and has been following Du Weiguo for two days.

Seeing Du Weiguo's actions, the bearded man's face froze instantly, and his eyes revealed a look of confusion that was hard to conceal.

Du Weiguo is an absolute disaster. If you have anything to do with him, you will suffer at least a lot.

Apart from anything else, anyone who has spoken to him alone will at least be suspended from work and undergo the most stringent internal review, and it will have to be several rounds.

"Damn, what bad luck!"

However, the bearded man did not dare to ignore Du Weiguo's call. He could only curse angrily, threw away his cigarette butt, and walked over quickly.

"Mr. Wesley, what do you need?"

The big man's voice was muffled, and his face was uncontrollably gloomy.

Thinking of the tragic fate he was about to encounter, if he didn't know the other party's identity clearly, he would not be able to defeat him. The bearded man wanted to draw his gun and shoot the pretty boy in front of him.

Du Weiguo was not polite either, and asked in a stiff tone: "Name, position?"

Although he was extremely reluctant, the bearded man still replied honestly:

"Faisal, Chief of Operations, Second Branch, General Intelligence."

Only saying the first name and not the last name was Faisal's last stubbornness.

Wow, that’s not a low position, equivalent to Du Weiguo’s original official position in Sijiu City. And there are 5 people like Faisal around him.

It is not difficult to predict that in addition to the more than one hundred field agents in front of us, there must be one or even several teams on standby not far away to provide support.

If we add in the central dispatch and the reserve forces to prevent emergencies, at this moment, at least half of the Intelligence Bureau is revolving around him.

From this detail alone, it is not difficult to see how much the Shate government values ​​Du Weiguo. They are simply defending the city with all their might.

Of course, this is also because the Shate family is really timid and cautious.

Among all the aristocratic families that Du Weiguo has dealt with, the Shat family should be considered the strongest. After all, they have established their own country, and are at the level of the overlord of the Middle East.

But at the same time, the Shat family is definitely the weakest and most cowardly, without a doubt. As far as Du Weiguo knows, they have not fought for nearly a hundred years since the founding of the country.

His international influence and presence are extremely low, almost non-existent, leaving only the impression of a person with a lot of money and no sense of purpose.

"Faisal, this restaurant is owned by a Chinese. Please take good care of it."

Du Weiguo pointed at the Chinese restaurant opened by the Kuang family. He wanted to say that it belonged to the descendants of a hero, but he felt that it was a bit inappropriate, so he could only say it vaguely.

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Faisal was stunned.

His eyes almost popped out of their sockets in surprise, staring at the Kuang's restaurant, his eyes flickering wildly, his tone full of disbelief. "This, is this your contact point in Riyadh?"

There are two main reasons why Faisal was so surprised.

First, the Kuang family’s restaurant is very close to the old palace, the hub of Shate. To be specific, the straight-line distance is less than 3 kilometers.

If this is really Du Weiguo's contact point, then it means that the royal family of Shate is always under his surveillance and threat.

Second, because it is close enough to the imperial palace, the Intelligence Bureau has conducted detailed investigations and background checks on every store, merchant, boss, and even the workers here, and this is done twice a year.

Although this Chinese restaurant has very slow business, it has been in existence for more than ten years.

Faisal couldn't understand why this was Du Weiguo's contact point.

This is unscientific! How old was Du Weiguo a dozen years ago? He was a kid whose hair hadn't even grown out yet, and he had never been to Riyadh before.

The only reasonable explanation is that this Chinese restaurant was a nail planted by China's intelligence agencies long ago!

In an instant, Faisal thought of countless things, his pupils contracted violently and uncontrollably, and his CPU was about to burn out.

"What contact point? There is no such thing, Faisal. You are overthinking it."

Seeing his expression, Du Weiguo's forehead suddenly had several black lines. He realized that he must be overthinking it, and replied unhappily.

"Uh, Mr. Wesley, I understand your rules. I will keep this matter strictly confidential. I will also keep this store in secret through a single line in the future~"

A look of confusion flashed across Faisal's eyes.

Then, he tried hard to pretend that you don’t have to say anything, I know everything, and I will endure the humiliation and take on this hot potato of yours.

"Fuck! What the hell do you understand?"

Du Weiguo's face turned black, and he couldn't help but grab him by the collar and cursed:

"Let me say this again. This isn't some damn contact point. They're just ordinary people. I don't even know them."

Faisal is a burly man with a height of 185 cm and a weight of no less than 180 catties. However, Du Weiguo lifted him up with one hand like a chicken.

Faisal subconsciously used his hands to hold Du Weiguo's hands, trying his best to pry them apart in an attempt to break free.

However, Du Weiguo's big hands were like a pair of pliers made of mixed iron. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move even a finger.

After all, he was a well-trained special agent. The next moment, Faisal suddenly raised his knee and kicked Du Weiguo's leg, trying to attack Du Weiguo's chest and abdomen.

However, Du Weiguo only exerted a little force, and his whole body instantly became numb and he could no longer muster any strength.

After a few seconds, Faisal's face turned red and sweat was dripping. The feeling of suffocation reminded him of Du Weiguo's identity and his past invincible record.

He panicked and spoke incoherently: "I, I~"

Seeing this scene, the disguised field workers who had been secretly observing the situation here suddenly became nervous, and many of them subconsciously reached for their weapons.

Not far from here, there is a beige three-story building on the roadside with a full Arabian style.

This is a coffee shop and is also one of the commanding heights nearby.

On the third-floor terrace, by the fence, stood a tall, thin, middle-aged man wearing brown sunglasses. All the field workers were glancing at him vaguely.

At this moment, he put down the telescope somewhat anxiously, stretched out his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and then pointed his two fingers downward.

The middle-aged man in sunglasses moved quickly in different directions and performed the same action several times in a row.

His name is Dawood Muhammad, the second-in-command of the Saudi Intelligence Bureau, usually in charge of field operations. His set of tactical gestures means:

Stay where you are and avoid conflicts.

When Daud accepted the arduous task of monitoring and isolating Du Weiguo, not only the head of the intelligence agency, but also the top leader and the second leader of the country gave him earnest instructions.

The central idea is that no matter what, even if Du Weiguo shits on his neck or blows up the ancestral tomb of their Shate family, they cannot conflict with him.

Of course, these people's seemingly covert little actions could not be hidden from Du Weiguo, who had a keen eye, but he didn't care at all.

He stared at Faisal, gritted his teeth, and said word by word:

"Faisal, I'm going to say it again, this is not my contact point. They are just ordinary people who don't know anything. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand." Faisal was almost dying, his eyes were bloodshot, and he nodded with great difficulty.

"Whoo~"

Du Weiguo let out a long breath and finally put Faisal down. He immediately bent over, covered his neck, and gasped heavily.

  After a while, when Faisal had caught his breath, Du Weiguo took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette slowly, and threatened in a faint tone:

"Remember, don't make things difficult for them, otherwise, I will destroy your entire Intelligence Bureau."

Upon hearing this, Feisal suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, shuddered, and swallowed violently.

He knew that although Du Weiguo's words were just a threat, they were not empty talk, because this man really had the ability to do it.

Du Weiguo's past military achievements were so brilliant that the number of high-ranking officials who died at his hands could not be counted on one hand, and the number of lives lost was even more innumerable.

Moreover, his current status is too high.

At the command, the two superpowers, Citigroup and Russia, had to bow their heads and cooperate obediently. Until now, their coastline is still closed.

Therefore, even if Du Weiguo really went crazy and massacred the entire Shate Intelligence Bureau, no one would say a word.

"What? Can't do it?" Seeing him staring blankly, Du Weiguo asked coldly.

Faisal hastened to assure:

"We can do it! Mr. Wesley, I promise you that no one in the entire Liad, no, in the entire Shate area, will mess with them. We will treat them as the most distinguished guests."

Faisal didn't even dare to look Du Weiguo in the eye. He lowered his head, nodded and bowed, looking like a complete lackey.

There was no trace of the arrogance he had just now. In the face of death, his integrity meant nothing.

However, upon hearing this, Du Weiguo frowned again. Damn it, this is an overreaction.

  "Pa!" He slapped Faisal on the head without any courtesy and yelled at him:

"Faisal, are you fucking mentally retarded? Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

"Is that what I mean? Huh? With your IQ, you can actually become the director of the General Intelligence Bureau. Are you the illegitimate child of the Shate family?"

Faisal was stunned by the scolding and looked up in astonishment. Although he was a man of iron, his eyes were a little moist and he wanted to cry.

"I'm in such a difficult situation! Who can save me? God, please show up and send down your thunderbolt to kill this demon!"

A thousand alpacas were galloping through Faisal's heart, roaring heart-wrenchingly.

  But she tried her best to put on a smile that was uglier than crying:

"Sir, I am indeed dull, please, please explain."

  Du Weiguo exhaled smoke, shook his head helplessly, and patiently explained:

"Faisal, it's a rare opportunity for me to meet a few Chinese people, and I want you to take care of them within your ability.

They are all ordinary people. There is no need to treat them as VIPs or give them special privileges, but they should also not be monitored, investigated, or targeted because of me."

After Bai Ya's detailed explanation, Du Weiguo asked impatiently, "Faisal, this time, you can understand it, right?"

"Just, is it that simple?"

Faisal couldn't believe it. He felt numb all over. Tears welled up in his eyes and he was about to cry.

"It's so simple, you just make it complicated." Du Weiguo rolled his eyes at him unhappily.

"I, I know~" Faisal was choked with sobs and couldn't speak. He was really crying.

"Ha~"

Du Weiguo was actually quite helpless. Looking at the bearded man in front of him sobbing like a child, he could only smile bitterly.

This is how the world is. Those in a lower position are always accustomed to over-speculating on the thoughts of those in a higher position.

Sometimes, something very simple, with the literal meaning, is misinterpreted to become incredibly complicated.

Over time, those in power, having tasted the sweetness, begin to enjoy this deliberate flattery and pass it on to those above them.

After that, everyone became confused and pretended to be profound.