Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Demon Mist Mountain, temporary camp.

Du Weiguo, who had been sitting there for several hours waiting for news, was in disbelief when he received the real-time message from Moran.

This news is really shocking!
Moran and Joseph perfectly solved the problem of Yang Caiyu's arrival in Hong Kong, it was so perfect that it seemed unreal.

"Are you sure?" Du Weiguo's mouth was dry and his voice was trembling.

"Yes, I checked with Rick several times, and Miss Triss was right next to him."

Reina's voice was also a little shaky, but her tone was very firm.

"Hu Da, do you think this is possible?" Du Weiguo looked at Miss Hu in disbelief.

"Maybe it's possible. You can find out by asking yourself."

Hearing that Joseph had done what she couldn't do, Miss Hu was very surprised and somewhat unsure.

"Yes, Reina, help me connect immediately. I want to talk to Triss directly!"

"Okay, Wesley, wait a moment. I'm applying for a dedicated line. Soon, you'll be able to talk directly to Miss Triss."

At this moment, Reina's face was also full of joy.

She breathed a sigh of relief that this sudden and difficult problem could be solved so smoothly with zero casualties and zero losses, and she even wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate.

"Um, a call?"

Upon hearing this, even though he was distracted at the moment, Du Weiguo was still stunned.

You know, he is now in the northeastern border of India, while Moran is in Hong Kong Island. The two places are separated by the entire Southeast Asia, more than a thousand miles away.

Today’s communication methods are still very backward. Long-distance communication is done by radio. As for telephone, it is difficult to communicate across provinces, let alone across countries. Especially in backward India, it would be difficult to even communicate across cities.

"Yes, a satellite phone."

Reina nodded, and a long-lost look of pride appeared on her face. She had finally come up with something that would surprise Du Weiguo.

But she was very sensible and didn't keep anyone in suspense, and explained immediately.

"Just last month, our MI6 obtained independent use of a communications satellite. Currently, we can initially realize calls between neighboring continents."

"Tsk, intercontinental calls, Citigroup's satellite?" Du Weiguo smacked his lips, his tone somewhat envious.

"Yes, the CIA sold the obsolete spy satellite to us last year at a high price after removing its camera function."

There was obvious helplessness in Reina's tone.

Today, the British Empire has truly declined, and even such important military equipment has to be dependent on others and used second-hand goods discarded by others.

You have to know that less than 200 years ago, Citibank was just one of England's many overseas colonies.

"Alas~" Du Weiguo also sighed, feeling a little emotional.

You can say that the United States is bad, but you can't say that it is bad. In the field of high-end technology, especially in military applications and aerospace technology, Citi has long been far ahead.

Since the successful launch of the first satellite "Explorer" in 58, dozens of satellites have been launched in the past 10 years.

Now, even the second generation of satellites have been eliminated.

Du Weiguo came from the future and was very clear about the far-reaching significance of lighting up the technology tree as early as possible. If you are one step slow, you will be slow at every step. You can't catch up by bragging behind closed doors.

He has always wanted to take some time out to tinker with some cool technology, or at least send his own satellite into space.

He wouldn't dare use Citigroup's satellite, nor would the Russian bear. Du Weiguo would never let others take care of his eyes and ears.

But the reality does not allow it.

All kinds of enemies were like weeds after rain, appearing one after another. Every day he was either killing people or on his way to kill people.

"Deputy Minister Reina, the call is connected!"

At this moment, one of Reina's men ran over with a satellite phone.

She is a very beautiful blonde girl with a hot body. As she runs, her chest rises and falls.

Although she was calling out "Reina", her eyes were always fixed on Du Weiguo, and her eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

As the youngest cabinet minister in the history of England, Reina's rise to power is nothing short of a miracle.

Now almost all the young and charming female spies want to follow her example, get on board Du Weiguo's golden thigh, and rise to the top overnight.

"Humph~"

Following a cold snort from the jealous Miss Hu, the beautiful girl fell directly to the ground and lost consciousness quickly.

Du Weiguo had no mood to care about these details. He quickly grabbed the phone and asked impatiently:

"Moran!"

"it's me."

"Is she really okay?"

"fine."

"Really?"

"Yes, it's truer than real gold. Don't worry, she's alive and kicking. She's just asleep."

There was a slight electric sound in the receiver, but it did not affect the call. Moran's voice became increasingly helpless, mixed with resentment.

Before the call, she was actually a little nervous, but the moment she heard Du Weiguo's voice, all kinds of emotions came to her mind.

She knew clearly that her position in Du Weiguo's heart was definitely far inferior to that of Yang Caiyu, but after personally confirming it, she still felt sad, lost and aggrieved.

Du Weiguo had now become quite skilled at this and immediately noticed her emotions. He tried hard to suppress his inner ecstasy and thanked her in the most sincere tone.

"Moran, thank you. It's all thanks to you this time. You've worked hard."

"Hmph, Mr. Du, don't try to play tricks on me. I'm lucky this time. If I hurt your beloved Yang Caiyu, you would have to kill me yourself, right?"

Moran's tone was stiff, but there was a barely perceptible choke in his voice.

Du Weiguo quickly explained:

"Don't talk nonsense. No matter what time it is, I will never do anything to you. To be honest, Moran, I miss you very much."

Although he knew that what he said was half true and half false, especially the second half, which was extremely false, Moran's tone was obviously much better.

"Tsk, you sound better than you sing. Come on, stop pretending. If you have anything else to ask, just ask now."

Du Weiguo stopped pretending to be reserved and asked, "Did Joseph really tamper with her memory?"

“Well, yes, Joseph erased her memory for a week, and her memory now stops before she met the woman named Wen Wan.

Joseph only forged a very short memory for her. She accidentally fell while running and hit the back of her head. She was in a coma for several days.

"Are you sure?" Du Weiguo's breathing became noticeably heavier.

"I'm 100% sure, boss. I promise. If anything goes wrong, you can pull my head off!"

Joseph's voice suddenly sounded in the microphone, and he was obviously a little excited.

"Well done, Joseph, you did a great job! You have done a great job, I will give you a raise!"

After hearing Joseph's assurance, the huge rock that had been weighing on his heart finally fell to the ground. Du Weiguo felt as if his entire body was unblocked and every one of his 3 pores felt comfortable.

"Hey, boss, the boss lady has already given me a raise." Joseph smiled shyly.

"Hahaha, okay, then I will give you an extra bonus!" Du Weiguo promised generously.

The voice on the other end of the microphone changed back to Moran:

"You're rich, huh? Fine, I'm building a car recently and I'm spending a lot of money, so why don't you transfer a billion or eight billion to me to spend."

"Uh~" Du Wei was stunned for a moment, then immediately started to cry poor:

"Mo Lan, I've been busy lately, and I'm so exhausted every day that I don't have time to take private jobs. Where can I make money? Billions, do you think I'm a money printing machine?"

"Oh~ no money?" Moran sneered:

"What's a money printing machine? As far as I know, the Persian guy named Hu just stole 40 billion US dollars from you, and a few days ago, he also extorted 30 tons of grain.

I say, Du Weiguo, aren't you being too partial? You're so biased that it reaches all the way to the Pacific Ocean. Why, you forget the old one when you have a new one? "

It is not difficult to hear from this passage alone that Moran's intelligence system has been initially established and he is well-informed.

Moran is indeed amazing. She can always squeeze all the resources at hand to the maximum, and is particularly good at finding new ways.

A large part of her current intelligence system is grafted onto Interpol's existing intelligence network.

James, the Interpol man that Du Weiguo had already forgotten, is now serving as the head of intelligence at the Lyon headquarters.

This sought-after position was, of course, paved the way for him by Moran Gold Brick, who fought hard for it.

"Mo Lan, stop talking nonsense, what newcomers and oldcomers~~"

At this moment, Du Weiguo's hand suddenly felt lighter, and the satellite phone was already in the hands of Miss Hu.

Her tone was teasing: "Moran, right? I'm the Persian guy with the surname Hu. What? I heard that you have a lot of opinions about me?" "Hiss~" A low cold breath was clearly heard from the other end of the microphone.

However, Moran's mental quality was not to be underestimated. He quickly calmed down and said bluntly:
“Yes, the opinions are very strong!”

"Mr. Hu, the pie in Persia is too big. You have no roots or foundation in the local area, so you can't swallow it all. Be careful not to end up making wedding clothes for others."

Moran was not polite at all and his words were sharp, but Miss Hu did not get angry. Instead, she laughed happily.

"Hehehe~"

"Yes, your name is Moran, right? I am a little fond of you now. I have always had a big and good appetite, so you don't have to worry about Persia."

As usual, Miss Hu changed the subject and said in a condescending tone:

"But, Moran, you did a really good job this time. As a reward, I can give you 2 million US dollars."

"Hu, who the hell are you trying to show off to? Should I use you as a reward?"

Moran is not the type of person who would suffer any loss. When he heard this, he instantly got furious and even swore.

"Besides, are you treating beggars like that? You took 40 billion from that Du, 40 billion! And you only gave me 2 million?"

"Hey, I just asked you if you want it?" Miss Hu was not angry, but her smile became even more intense.

"10 million!"

"You're thinking shit!"

"Then it's 5 million, no less."

"2 million, don't talk nonsense, not a penny more."

Miss Hu lit a cigarette, exhaled the smoke slowly, and said calmly:
"Besides, Moran, this money is not given to you for free. It is my advance payment for the car. You must deliver the car to me within two years."

"5 million. I guarantee that the car will be delivered within two years. At the same time, I can also give you a copy of the complete technology and data for making the car."

When Moran spoke, he was obviously biting his back teeth.

Miss Hu was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyebrows slightly:

"I'll give you 3 million, just as you said. Moran, my patience is limited. I advise you not to challenge my patience."

"5 million, Hu Taodai, I really need money now. Making cars is too damn expensive. I'm stuck in a dilemma and I'm about to sell off my assets!"

Moran seemed to be anxious, calling Miss Hu by her full name and even playing the victim.

"Okay, I'll give you 5 million, a full set of technology, and a car within two years."

Miss Hu was silent for a while, and finally nodded. Moran's tone sounded very excited:
"Okay, it's a deal. You can send someone to Pattaya to get the information anytime. When will you transfer the money to me?"

“It will be in your account within 24 hours.”

Miss Hu acted very straightforward, but the next second, she said coldly:
"Mo Lan, let me remind you that my money is not so easy to take. If you dare to cheat me, I will go to Pattaya to find you in person. By then, even Du Weiguo will not be able to protect you."

Moran retorted without any hesitation:

"Don't worry, Kurumiyo. Although I don't like you very much, I always have a good reputation when it comes to business."

Having said that, Moran was thinking:

"If I give you a car, I will lose. With this money, I can build a prototype of a helicopter in one year.

When the time comes, I will use the full set of aircraft technology to pay for it. If you don’t believe me, you won’t buy it. Hey, Mr. Hu, even if you are as smart as a ghost, you still have to drink my foot washing water. "

"Tsk, you are such a young girl who has never seen the world. It's just money. After a year, I can print it myself.

When the time comes, you can print as many as you want. These small amounts of money can be considered as a reward from me, your elder sister, on behalf of Du Da."

Miss Hu also has her own plans.

You know, the U.S. dollar engraving plate is now in the hands of the ghost hand, and the impermanence is in her hands, and the printing of money is in full swing.

This kind of thing cannot be done in public and of course it cannot be done in Kayseri as the target is too big.

The factory was located in Najada, a lawless town in the easternmost part of Persia bordering Iran and Iraq.

However, printing money is not a simple matter. Even with engraving, it still requires special machines, paper, and pigments. The process is also very complicated and it is not something that can be done overnight.

According to the latest progress report from Ghost Hand, the first batch of banknotes will be printed in about three months, around midsummer.

Moreover, this thing has to be circulated on a small scale in the market for a period of time to see the specific effects, check for deficiencies and make corrections, and adjust it repeatedly several times before it can be printed on a large scale.

This cycle also takes several months to half a year.

But no matter what, in a year at most, Miss Hu will have the ability to print US dollars independently.

The specific distribution plan had been decided long ago. She and Du Weiguo each took 3%, the Brotherhood would be responsible for circulation and distribution through its unique channels, accounting for 3%, the cost would be half, and Ghost Hand would account for half.

The printing scale has also been roughly finalized. In the initial stage, it will be around 30 billion per year, which is the current circulation limit of the Brotherhood.

"Very good, Moran, I hope you will do what you say!"

"Don't worry, Walnut Dai, as long as the money arrives, the contract will take effect. I will never break my promise!"

"Ha~"

Miss Hu curled her lips without comment, threw the phone back to Du Weiguo, and gave him a meaningful look.

Du Weiguo understood what she meant immediately and said, "Remember, it was I who helped you out just now."

The situation of the vixen against the fox eyes was the result of his deliberate actions, otherwise, even if Miss Hu was exhausted to death, she would not have been able to snatch the phone from him.

However, listening to their intrigues and verbal battles, Du Weiguo still felt a sense of fear.

"Moran, it's me, where is she now?"

Upon hearing this, Moran's smile on the other end of the phone froze instantly, and he said in a muffled voice:

"Don't worry, your heart hasn't lost a single hair, and you slept very soundly. You are already on the plane, the Sixth Bureau's special plane.

With Rick personally piloting the plane and two powerful masters accompanying it as escorts, it will land in London in about 18 hours."

At the end, Moran couldn't help but say sarcastically: "Lord Sha Shen, do you have anything else to ask?"

I scratched my head helplessly:
"Moran, let me tell you, I know you've been having a hard time lately, so I'll give you another 100 million US dollars from my personal coffers. Can we talk nicely?"

How much money does Du Weiguo have now?
In fact, I don’t even have an exact number, and I’m too lazy to check, but the monthly income of the small treasury is about 3000 million.

The largest source of income is still the share of the flour business in Sanjiaodi, which is about 1500 million per month. This income is still rising steadily.

As the planting and production scale of the Golden Crescent and Silver Triangle gradually shrinks under the suppression of the evil gods, in the near future, the Triangle will monopolize the entire flour market.

By then, Du Weiguo's annual share will be at least 4 million.

The second largest amount is the revenue from Japan, which is also around 1500 million, of which the share from pachinko accounts for about 8%.

This thing is so magical, it's simply a money-making tool tailor-made for the Japanese.

The last time they contacted, Jiro Kamata assured him solemnly that after one year, once the layout of Pachinko was completed and no more investment was required, he guaranteed that the monthly income would not be less than 1 million.

By this calculation, the share from Japan is expected to reach 4 million per year in the near future.

As for the flour revenue in Hong Kong Island, it was only 200 million a month. Du Weiguo had completely given up on it and used it all to support his people and his reputation.

So now he only has two items of income in his small treasury.

But now he has about 4 million a year, and it can at least double in a few years, which is enough. You know, this is just his pocket money!

"Humph, Du Weiguo, you still have some conscience." There was a hint of tears in Mo Lan's voice, and his tone became noticeably gentler:

"I can't help you with your problem right now. You can only be more careful. If you encounter any problems, think more about those of us who rely on you and think twice before acting."

Du Weiguo's heart suddenly softened:

"Yes, I know, Moran, you should take care of yourself too. When I finish dealing with these problems, I will come to you and build a car with you."

"Hehe, you're working with me to build a car. Do you think you'll ever be able to finish your work?" Moran smiled bitterly.

"Oh, by the way, I also changed Zhao Yingnan's memory, and she completely forgot about the incident with Yang Caiyu.

In Hong Kong, apart from Lake, no one else knows about it, and as for London, I am out of reach."

Moran does things perfectly. She can do whatever you can think of, and she can also think of things you can't think of.

Can't fault it at all.

Du Weiguo nodded:

"Moran, I understand. I will find a way to finish the matter in London. Thanks to you for this matter. I really miss you."

After hanging up the phone, Du Weiguo was lost in thought and a little dazed. Miss Hu handed him a cigarette and praised him:

"Mo Lan is a really good girl. She is capable of doing things. I would like to meet her if I have a chance."

"Meet your sister?" Du Weiguo nodded on the surface, but complained in his heart. (End of this chapter)