Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

"Moran, to be honest, I sometimes feel dazed and wonder if I am living in an illusion."

In the seaside villa in Surat, Zhao Yingnan unconsciously stroked Ye Li's smooth fur, the sound was faint.

"Oh, living in an illusion, what do you mean?"

Moran was still half lying on the sofa, with a cigarette in her mouth and her eyes slightly narrowed. She exuded a strong aura of laziness, like a dozing female leopard.

Recently, in order to build a car, Moran has been busy day and night, working himself to death and exhausted.

Zhao Yingnan turned her head and stared at the deep sea that was still rising and falling in the dark night. Her eyes seemed particularly vague and distant.

"Du Weiguo can now face and resolve the Hertz bomb crisis single-handedly, and then mobilize Citigroup, the Bears, and England all on his own. Even the Arabian Nights wouldn't dare to write about this."

  "Haha~" Hearing this, Moran laughed:

"More than that? There are also Shat, India, Oman, Yemen, and Persia. He mobilized eight countries at once, which is equivalent to launching a local "world war"!

At the same time, he also showed his power in Somalia. A few of his men wiped out two brigades of nearly 10,000 people overnight, and defeated the entire Holy Spirit Legion!"

Moran sat up and dusted off his cigarette.

"So, what's the big deal about Arabian Nights? Du Weiguo's record is so impressive that even legends wouldn't dare to boast like that!"

Her tone was both arrogant and emotional. This was the man she chose, the best in the world, who could stand shoulder to shoulder with gods with his mortal body.

  Zhao Yingnan also nodded:

"Yes! It's so magnificent that it doesn't seem real to me. How could humans be so powerful?"

"Huh? Human?" Moran curled his lips:

"Don't be ridiculous. Du Weiguo is no longer considered a human being. Zhao Yingnan, do you think Sha Shen is just his nickname? No, his achievements are already comparable to those of a god."

"God?" Zhao Yingnan's eyes became more blurred, and he murmured unconsciously.

Moran glanced at her, his beautiful fox eyes moving quickly, and said tentatively:

"Zhao Yingnan, our project still has a funding gap. How about you transfer another 2000 million from Hong Kong Island?"

"Uh, ok, huh? What?"

Zhao Yingnan nodded subconsciously at first, but came back to his senses in an instant, his eyes became clear again, and his sword-like eyebrows raised sharply.

"Moran, what are you talking about? There's still a funding gap? I've already invested 1 million US dollars, nearly 2000 billion Hong Kong dollars! What's the fun?"

Perhaps because of his background, Zhao Yingnan has an indifferent personality and never pays much attention to gold and silver things.

But when it comes to business, she is not someone who can be easily fooled.

She and Moran partnered up to build a car, and they had agreed on a 40:60 ratio, with Moran's side being the main shareholder. Up to now, her investment ratio has reached nearly half, and this was only the first round of investment.

Seeing that she reacted in time, Moran couldn't help but flash a trace of annoyance in his eyes.

  But she didn't panic, shrugged and explained:

"There's nothing we can do. Our business is too big. It's like a bottomless pit. Every day, it's swallowing up money like a mountain of gold and a sea of ​​silver. I've already invested nearly 2 million."

She was not lying. Making cars is too expensive, especially when one is penniless. Making cars independently is extremely difficult.

Even with a full set of technical theoretical support, it is still extremely difficult.

Not to mention anything else, the ultra-precision instrument parts required for an internal combustion engine alone are enough to give you a headache.

After the founding of New China, it took the whole country's efforts, as well as the strong support of the Soviet Union at the time, a full three years to successfully develop the first car.

Now, Moran and his friends want to realize their car-making plan in two years, and the difficulty of this can be imagined.

Zhao Yingnan spread his hands:

"It's no use talking about spending money. I have no money anyway. I have to transfer all the money that can be moved on the books. If I want to transfer more, I will have to sell off my assets."

Her words were a bit exaggerated, but basically close to the truth.

One billion Hong Kong dollars is indeed close to her limit. If she continues to invest, it would be an overdraft and will affect the basic foundation in Hong Kong Island.

The situation is similar on Moran's side. 2 million US dollars is approaching the upper limit of the liquidity she can mobilize. If she continues, she will suffer serious consequences.

"Pounce on you, Am!" Moran punched the sofa hard and complained angrily:

"That vixen from Persia just swindled 40 billion from Shate. Damn, 40 billion, enough for us to build cars 10 times.

Du Weiguo is a biased man. He has a new lover and has forgotten his old love. He doesn't care about us and is only interested in pleasing other women!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yingnan glanced at Moran with a half-smile.

She has a good family background, broad vision, and a clear mind. Putting aside personal emotional factors, Du Weiguo's decision is undoubtedly correct.

Both Guyana and Persia have development potential far exceeding Siam and are worth a heavy bet.

Therefore, she did not join Moran in scolding Miss Hu. Instead, she ridiculed her:

"Oh, you have such a big belly, but you only eat a few bowls of rice. It's obvious that you are greedy and you insisted on asking me to build a car. Now you are in a dilemma."

Without waiting for Moran to refute, she continued:

"If we don't have money, then we can just take it slow and wait until the steel mills, bearing factories, machinery factories, etc. are profitable before we continue making cars.

Or you can start by making bicycles, motorcycles, tricycles, etc., and then continue after the account is full. It won’t take long.”

"No!" Moran denied it categorically.

"I will never be outdone by that vixen or that little yellow-haired girl. I must build the car!"

This woman, Moran, is extremely competitive. Before Yang Caiyu left the country, she had always boasted of being Du Weiguo's eldest wife.

Now, Yang Caiyu has come out, her dream of becoming the first wife has been shattered, and she has turned her attention to the competition for territory development.

She crushed the cigarette butt, gritted her teeth, and said word by word:

"Damn it! I'm going to Bangkok tomorrow. Old Tang is rich, I'm going to scrape together tens of millions. If that doesn't work, I'll go to Triangle and pre-sell a few thousand Conca cars."

"Ah sneeze~A sneeze~"

  Tang Conglong from Chinatown and Kongka from Nongliang Town sneezed and shivered almost at the same time!

At midnight, at the northern border of India, Demon Mist Mountain.

  Q: What weather conditions are more deadly than thick fog?

Answer: In the foggy night, the sky and earth are so vast and chaotic that you can’t see your hand in front of you.

Du Weiguo, who was worried about by the concubines in the harem, was walking in this extremely haunted environment at this moment.

The visibility in front of him was so poor that even with Du Weiguo's sharp eyes, he could only barely see more than 500 meters. The suppression was much more serious than he had imagined.

However, his teleportation ability can still be used, and he can sense all the spatial anchor points in his consciousness, which makes him feel more at ease.

At least the means to save my life are still there, and I have a way out, so I don't have to panic.

"Da da~"

"Shasha~"

In the jungle, there were constant rustling sounds. These were the sounds made by Parma using his "Sky Eye" to explore the way and when he was walking.

The sound is actually very light, but in the quiet and silent environment, it seems particularly abrupt and even a bit harsh.

It is worth mentioning that since Du Weiguo put all his equipment into the space and deliberately controlled it, he makes almost no sound when walking, like a ghost.

When it comes to body control, he is definitely a master.

"Wei, Mr. Wesley, shall we stop and rest for a while? We have walked for more than ten kilometers straight. I, I can't hold on any longer."

Palmer said breathlessly, panting heavily.

Although he is also a person with special abilities, he is an outlier with a very average physique, just comparable to an ordinary person.

Parma was definitely mentally strong as he could follow Du Weiguo through a dense forest with no roads for more than ten kilometers in one breath, but he had almost reached his limit.

"Pama, how far are we from where the bugs are?"

Du Weiguo stopped. At this moment, his brows were furrowed and his face looked quite ugly.

Along the way, he did not find any signs of recent human activities. In other words, Lao Lei and his companions definitely did not enter the mountain from this route.

The Demon Mist Mountain is very large, and in the thick fog, his vision is extremely suppressed.

If the route was wrong, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack for him to find someone in the mountains by himself.

The good news is that the outskirts of Demon Mist Mountain are very safe. Apart from the thick fog which makes it very easy to get lost, there are no other dangers.

This mountain is so weird. There are no people, animals or insects except for all kinds of strange flowers, plants and trees that I can’t name.

Anyway, Du Weiguo and his companions had been walking for such a long time, but they didn't see a single living creature on the road. It was so dead silent that it was creepy.

"Huff~Huff~" Parma slumped on the ground, leaning against the trunk of a crooked tree. His chest heaved violently and he breathed like a bellows.

"Almost there, about 3 kilometers to go."

Du Weiguo also leaned against a big tree, lit a cigarette, and glanced at a tree stump not far away that was obviously caused by human cutting. It looked like it was at least a few years old.

"Pama, do you know any other ways into the mountains?"

"No, I don't know. I went into the mountains twice and took this route both times." Parma shook his head.

As he spoke, he fished out a copper pipe from his fur coat and filled it with tobacco with trembling hands. Because his hands were shaking so badly, it took him several tries to light it.

This is the cigarette he usually smokes. As for the half box of Kunpeng President cigarettes given by Du Weiguo, he was reluctant to smoke it.

"Before, why did you go into the mountains?"

"Whoo~"

Parma exhaled a long puff of smoke, a look of relief appeared on his face, and his voice immediately became less shaky than before.

"Both times, I was dragged into the mountains by the scientific expedition team. The first time, the leader was a man named Gerson, and the second time, it was his son, Vincent."

"Hehehe~" At this point, Parma smiled to himself, showing his yellow teeth:

"They were all big shots. Their last name was Windsor. Unfortunately, they all died in this Magic Mist Mountain. In the end, not even their bones were left."

"Windsor? The English royal family?" Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly.

Palmer nodded, with undisguised gloating in his tone.

"Well, it is said that he is an earl? Hehe, but both the father and the son are dead, so I guess this title is extinct."

Du Weiguo didn't care about whether they were royal or not, nor was he interested: "Then why did they go into the mountains?"

"It's for adventure. These rich and powerful gentlemen are bored and like to go to dangerous places to seek excitement."

  He changed the subject:

"But I heard them talking about it. It seems that there are some incredible treasures hidden in the Magic Mist Mountain."

"Treasure? What treasure? Tell me in detail." Du Weiguo showed some interest.

Upon hearing this, Palmer laughed even more jokingly:

  "They say that the secret of Emperor Shah Jahan's immortality is hidden in the Magic Mist Mountain. It is said that there is also a treasure map. Haha, don't you think it's ridiculous?

Shah Jahan has been dead for hundreds of years. If he could really live forever, how could India be occupied by England for hundreds of years? "

Although Du Weiguo was illiterate, he still knew about Shah Jahan.

Shah Jahan was the emperor of the Mughal Dynasty, the greatest ruler and the most infatuated emperor in the history of India. He was the one who built the Taj Mahal.

"Treasure map?" Du Weiguo instantly extracted the only point that interested him.

"Yes, before the Earl of Windsor entered the mountain, many people had also entered the Mist Mountain, one after another. It is said that they all came for the treasure after looking at the treasure map.

It’s just that after an entire battalion died searching for the young Earl last time, no one dared to go into the mountains in recent years, and I am lucky to be alive today.”

  Palmer suddenly turned to Du Weiguo, his pale eyes turning unconsciously, and his tone was somewhat playful:

"Mr. Wesley, do you believe there is a treasure in this mountain?"

"Treasure?" Du Weiguo sneered, "What a bullshit treasure! I believe there is a trap in this mountain! And it's a trap that eats people!"

"Hehehe~ Mr. Wesley, you are really smart~"

"Huh?" At this moment, Palmer's face suddenly changed, and his ears shook wildly, as if they were equipped with electric motors.

"There's movement in that direction, gunshots!" His voice was urgent, and he raised his hand and pointed in a direction in the thick fog.

"Gunshot?" Du Weiguo stood up suddenly, his eyes shining.

"Are you sure? How far is it?"

"Confirmed! The distance is about 3 kilometers~~"

Before he finished his words, Du Weiguo shot into the thick fog like a sharp arrow and disappeared in an instant.

"Swish~" After a few seconds, a soul-stirring and fierce whistling sound was heard. It was the sound of a gunshot from a custom-made pistol.

"This, this, this speed!"

Palmer was so shocked that the pipe in his hand slipped out of his hand, leaving several burn marks on his leather coat.

"Da da da, da da da, tut tut~"

At this moment, a few kilometers away, a fire broke out in the dense forest shrouded in thick fog. There were dense gunshots mixed with explosions and roars.

"fire in the hole!" someone yelled.

"Boom!" A moment later, the sound of a grenade explosion was heard.

"Grenades are useless, let's use incendiary bombs!" This was Nim's voice.

"Boom~"

As soon as he finished speaking, several incendiary bombs exploded at the same time. The dazzling white flames instantly ignited the nearby jungle and burned countless insects to death.

Deep in the jungle, countless black beetles are surging out like a tide.

"Quick! Retreat!" Lao Lei shouted.

"No, there are too many bugs and they are too fast. We can't outrun them!" Gibson was also present.

"Damn, the fire over there is out, and the bugs are swarming up again. Lao Lei, I have no incendiary bombs!" Gousheng's voice was hoarse and anxious.

"Boom~"

Two incendiary bombs suddenly exploded.

"Zizi~" Countless black beetles were instantly vaporized by the high temperature.

The rising flames accurately blocked the only gap in the fire circle, and the insect tide was temporarily stopped. Gibson covered his arm and gasped.

His left arm was bloody, with a large piece of flesh missing, and his tone was solemn:

"I don't have any more incendiary bombs. Whatever happens, let's retreat as quickly as possible, and run as far as we can."

"We can't retreat. Our retreat route has been blocked by these bugs! They are intelligent."

Nim pointed to the thick fog behind them. His voice was relatively calm, but his brows were furrowed so tightly that tears were about to form.

"The retreat is blocked? Are you sure?" There was a ferocious glint in Gibson's eyes.

"Sure." Nim nodded. Although he was not a person with special abilities, his five senses were superior to those of ordinary people, and he was nicknamed the Observer.

"Fuck! Aren't we dead then? I didn't expect that I would die in the mouth of a bug. Damn it, I really don't want to accept this."

Gousheng spat a mouthful of blood foam on the ground and cursed angrily. He was also bruised in many places and his whole body looked like a blood gourd.

"Alas, I am indeed a loser. It's a pity that this national treasure, which I recovered with great difficulty, can never return to China. I hope the leader will not come into the mountains to find us."

Lao Lei sighed, touched the bulge in his arms, and spoke in a lonely tone.

"Clap clap~"

At this time, another flame dimmed, and countless beetles rushed over in the fire. Nim raised his gun and shot without hesitation, trying his best to stop them.

The others also reacted immediately and started shooting, but the bullets were just a drop in the bucket for the insect swarm and they couldn't stop it at all.

The swarm of insects spread unstoppably, and what was even more terrible was that in the thick fog behind everyone, a creepy sound like ocean waves also rang out.

There were wolves in front and tigers behind, and they were out of ammunition and food, and everyone was about to die.

"Swish, swish, swish!" At this moment, a shrill whistling sound suddenly sounded.

"Boom boom boom!"

Almost at the same time, several balls of dazzling white light burst out in front and behind everyone.

The landing points of these incendiary bombs were extremely accurate, not only blocking the gap in the fire circle, but also blasting a passage behind them.

In the flickering light and shadow, a figure suddenly fell from the sky! He landed steadily on a big tree, like a god descending from heaven.

Such a great appearance was of course due to Du Weiguo's timely arrival and rescue. (End of this chapter)