Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

A moment later, at noon, in Saint Georgetown, District 69 in the south of the city.

In the rental house that had just been rented, Du Weiguo was sitting alone on a chair in the living room with a slightly gloomy look.

"Whoa whoa whoa~"

A few light green chips seemed to have awakened to life, constantly tumbling and jumping between his slender fingers.

The chips are round on the outside and square on the inside, and their shape looks a bit like ancient Chinese coins. They are extremely exquisitely made, and a half-fish, half-bird Kunpeng mythical beast is inlaid on them using gilding techniques.

These are the chips of the Kunpeng Casino in the Free Trade Zone, there are four types in total.

There are ten-yuan chips in white and gold, hundred-yuan chips in green and gold, thousand-yuan chips in purple gold, and ten-thousand-yuan chips in black gold.

The reputation of Kunpeng Casino is like a new bride’s grain bag, incredibly strong.

Every chip issued in the casino is pegged to the US dollar, and at the same time, there is gold of equal value as collateral.

There are six designated banks in the city of St. George, where casino chips can be exchanged for gold anytime and anywhere.

Now, the exchange rate of gold in the black market is about 1% to 1.2% higher than that in banks, so accordingly, the exchange rate between chips and US dollars in the black market has become :.

However, although there is no limit on the amount of chips that can be exchanged by banks, the supervision is extremely strict.

Not only is real-name registration required, but no matter what the amount is, even if you are exchanging just one white chip of the minimum value (10 yuan), the casino needs to issue a corresponding certificate.

This matter has always been handled by Guo Fu personally.

She is now the God of Wealth of Guyana, directly controlling the accounts and cash flow of the free trade zone, and indirectly managing the official financial power.

Moreover, this little girl Guo Fu is even more cruel than her master.

She had dealt with many clever people who tried to get rich by reselling chips, and their methods were quite brutal.

Once caught, not only will he be shot, but the investigation will also be thorough. Even if the offender is not a Guyanese, the root cause will be tracked down and killed.

Last summer, Pierre, the youngest son of the President of the Gallic Parliament, gathered a group of evildoers and came to Saint-Jeune to cause trouble.

As a result, they were caught in less than half a month.

In the end, even Pierre himself had his head shot on a street just a few hundred meters away from the Palace of Versailles, and his father didn't even dare to fart.

The effect of this warning was quite ideal. Since then, there has been no malicious run on the chips of Kunpeng Casino.

However, private transactions in the black market always exist.

Just like what happened today when Guan Qiuyue and Du Weiguo exchanged money, this kind of small transaction is something that no one cares about and cannot be managed.

However, in recent times, the trading volume of Kunpeng chips in the black market has suddenly increased.

And the situation is getting worse and worse, and even the chips at the casino are running out.

What is even more terrible is the private exchange between the US dollar and the Guyana dollar. The transaction amount on the black market is currently increasing.

This is a major issue that shakes the foundation and must be taken seriously.

Su Li and Guo Fu were also aware of this situation, and they had already begun investigating before Du Weiguo returned.

However, there has been no progress so far and no useful clues have been found.

It is obvious that they have met their opponent again this time. A huge force hidden in the dark is operating this matter, and it is very professional and cunning.

"Who on earth dares to mess with Tai Sui?"

Thinking of this, Du Weiguo's eyes suddenly condensed, his palms clenched into fists, and the jumping light green light suddenly disappeared.

The next moment, there was suddenly a cigarette in his hand. He threw it into his mouth with ease and then flipped his hand.

Ding! The orange flame appeared like magic, and the whole set of movements was smooth and graceful.

"Whoo~"

Du Weiguo exhaled a long puff of smoke, rubbed the prickly fake beard on his chin, and whispered to himself:
"Guan Qiuyue, this white lotus, seems to have some connections. Does she know something?"

Du Weiguo is now considered an old hand. Guan Qiuyue must have more than just these chips in her hands. She just came here to test the waters today.

The number of chips in her hand should be quite large, and it is even possible that she is secretly connected to a stable channel for purchasing chips.

She came to contact Du Weiguo, probably wanting to play the long game and catch the big fish, to see if she could find a stable exchange channel.

Of course, this woman must have other secrets. She must have gotten into some trouble or offended someone, so she dares not show up in public or contact her former acquaintances.

Moreover, she must have been pushed to the point of desperation, which is why she disregarded the risks and rashly found Du Weiguo.

"Oh, this woman is greedy and loves money. She should come to me again soon. I don't have any clues. I should wait and see. I should be able to find something."

Glancing at the next room, Du Weiguo smiled meaningfully.

"Alas, I don't know what the situation is like in Hong Kong Island and Tianzhu. According to Hanwen's medium, it should be enough to be silent for such a long time. It's time to contact them."

After finishing the remaining half of the cigarette in a few puffs, Du Weiguo took out a radio from the space and started fiddling with it skillfully.

In the room separated from him by a wall, Guan Qiuyue was curled up on an old sofa, counting Franklin in her hand over and over again.

Although there were only six notes and she could count them at a glance, she still caressed and admired them tirelessly, wishing she could engrave every subtle pattern on the banknotes into her eyes.

Her expression was not only focused, but also greedy to the point of being almost pious, seeming a little crazy.

It was unknown how long it had been before she finally and reluctantly rolled up the few bills carefully, put them into a small waterproof bag, and finally kept it close to her body.

"Hey~" Guan Qiuyue let out a long breath and murmured a little absentmindedly:
"Damn, after waiting for half a year, I finally met a fat sheep. My plan to leave Saint Georgetown has finally come to fruition."

While muttering to herself, she picked up a bun that had already cooled down from the large coarse porcelain bowl beside her, put it in her mouth and took a bite.

"Tsk, it's lacking in oil and meat, and it's dry and tastes really bad. No wonder this bearded guy is so picky."

While chewing a bun, she said in a vague self-deprecating tone, then she frowned and suddenly changed the subject:
"But what kind of person is this guy? Judging from his behavior, he seems to have been a soldier and seen blood.

But now he is full of wild spirit, he definitely doesn't make a living in the government or the army, he lives alone in a rented house, he must be a solitary gangster. "

As expected of a woman like Guan Qiuyue, who was born into a gangster family, she has developed a sharp ability to judge people.

Thinking of this, she frowned and continued to analyze to herself:
"Fork (Killer)? No, if it was Fork, he wouldn't have spoken to me just now, let alone helped me change the chips so readily."

"Pufeng (swindlers)? That's not right. Those guys are very particular about appearances and usually gather in hotels near the free trade zone."

"A dealer (a private trader who buys and sells things)? No, if he is a dealer, he should be hanging around the Free Trade Zone and Hong Kong Island." "A thug? Tsk, that makes sense, it should be correct, this guy has an intimidating look.

He is tall and strong, looks fierce and fierce, and looks like someone who is not easy to mess with. He should be a bodyguard for those small bosses who come to Saint Georgetown. "

When Guan Qiuyue thought of the last possibility, her eyes lit up and she nodded very confidently.

St. George is known as the city that never sleeps in South America. It is a place of debauchery and extravagance, attracting a large number of pleasure seekers from Europe, America, and Africa.

With so many people, especially many outsiders, the city's public security is not good, especially robbery and kidnapping cases which are rampant.

Those big bosses with huge net worth often have their own bodyguard teams, while those small bosses who are neither big nor small usually find bodyguards on the main island of St. George.

At present, three officially approved private security companies have been opened in the city, recruiting thousands of bodyguards to provide services specifically for them.

Although it is called a private enterprise, in fact the boss and the backbone of the company are all retired veterans and wounded soldiers from the Free Trade Zone Guard.

The government has also invested in them, so the reputation and business of several security companies are quite good.

To put it bluntly, these companies are all white gloves arranged by Su Li and are also his natural spies. At the same time, they are also a good platform for recruiting talents.

Guan Qiuyue swallowed the remaining half of the bun in one gulp, her eyes sparkling:
"That's right, this Zhao Shanhe must be a bodyguard from one of the three major security companies! He's capable, well-off, has connections, but no position. He's exactly the person I'm looking for!"

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

"Bang~" At this moment, Guan Qiuyue suddenly heard the sound of a door closing next door.

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she quickly stood up, tidied her hair and dress, and walked quickly towards the door.

"Brother Shanhe, are you going out?"

Du Weiguo put his hands in his pockets, a cigarette between his lips, and nodded indifferently:

"Yeah, I'm hungry. There's not a single hair in the house. I'm going out to find some food."

Guan Qiuyue had a plain canvas bag hanging on her elbow. She raised her lotus-like arms and tossed her hair in a charming manner.
"That's great. I'm going to go out and buy some chewy rolls. I know this one very well. How about we share it?"

Du Weiguo nodded without comment: "Okay, then I'll trouble Sister Guan."

District 69, a tiny area of ​​only a few square kilometers, is crowded with more than 100,000 people. It has a strong commercial atmosphere and all the houses on the street are shops selling all kinds of things.

Along the way, Guan Qiuyue kept asking, "Brother, how long have you been in Saint Georgetown?"

Du Weiguo looked at the shops on both sides of the street and said casually, "Less than half a year."

Guan Qiuyue was very skillful in asking questions, and she didn't just keep staring at me and asking:
"Brother, I know you are a good eater and love to eat. Since you came to Saint Georgetown, have you ever eaten authentic hometown food?"

Du Weiguo rolled his eyes and smacked his lips as if he had tasted something delicious:

"I've been to Manhanlou a few times before, and their Shandong cuisine tastes pretty good."

Although Yu Hanliang was dead, Manhanlou did not close down. All of his companies, including his, were directly taken over as government property.

The chefs, foremen and waiters in Manhan Building have all been retained and business is still booming.

"oops!"

Upon hearing this, Guan Qiuyue patted her majestic chest exaggeratedly, and suddenly there was a pleasing wave of emotion.

"Brother, Manhan Building is so expensive! I know you are a capable person and can definitely make money, but even if we have money, we can't build it like this, right?"

"Heh~ What am I capable of?"

Du Weiguo exhaled smoke and dusted off the ash:
"Before, I always went there to eat for free, but the prices of food at Manhanlou are really outrageous. If I pay for it myself, it will definitely hurt."

Guan Qiuyue nodded and said patiently:
"That's right. No one's money comes from the wind. You should save more money in normal times. Good steel should be used wisely."

Then, she changed the subject:
"Brother, I know there's a small restaurant not far away, it's run by a fellow villager from outside the Great Wall, and it serves authentic Northeastern cuisine.

They are all home-cooked flavors. Although they are inconspicuous in the alley, the taste is definitely not bad, and the price is fair, and the quantity is large and filling. "

"Oh?" Du Weiguo licked his lips subconsciously. This was not an act, but a pure expression of his true feelings.

Having been a northerner for both of his lives, Du Weiguo’s favorite cuisine is naturally the inferior Northeastern cuisine.

He has been wandering around in food deserts such as India and the Middle East recently, and his appetite is almost uncontrollable.

The thought of the big pot dish that was black, salty, watery, and sticky, and didn't look very good but went really well with rice, immediately made his mouth water.

"Then why are we still wandering around? I'm starving, let's get going."

Du Weiguo pulled Guan Qiuyue up anxiously.

"Hahaha, brother, you are really impatient."

A hearty laugh like a silver bell rang out. Guan Qiuyue was not angry at all. Instead, she took the initiative to move closer to him, leaning most of her body against him, with the grain bag almost hanging on his arm.

A moment later, a few hundred meters away, there was an unnamed narrow alley.

The small restaurant recommended by Guan Qiuyue is hidden on the third floor of a residential tube-shaped building. It doesn't even have a door or a sign. To put it nicely, it is a private restaurant, and to put it bluntly, it is a black restaurant.

"Here it comes! Braised pork slices! Brother Shanhe, hurry up and try it while it's hot. How's my cooking?"

A middle-aged man with a big smile on his face, holding a large plate of steaming braised pork slices, placed it in front of Du Weiguo attentively.

Du Weiguo sniffed, gave a thumbs up, and praised generously:
"Wow! The color is golden, the batter is evenly coated, it looks like aged amber, and it smells fragrant. You can tell it's delicious without even tasting it."

"Hey, Brother Shanhe is an expert. As soon as you start talking, I know you are a gourmet."

The middle-aged man smiled in a very honest manner. His surname was Tian, ​​and his nickname was Tian Baohua. He was from Longjiang and was the owner and chef of this black restaurant.

"Mmm~ crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, leaving a lingering fragrance in the mouth. Brother Tian is a great cook. I am so lucky today."

Du Weiguo’s eyes narrowed as he picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.

"Haha~" Tian Baohua's face was full of red:

"Brother Shanhe, you are too polite. These are all home-cooked dishes, not presentable. Just as long as you like them, you and Qiuyue can eat and drink while I go check on the braised pork ribs in the pot."

But he was very sensible and just said a few polite words before turning around and leaving.

"How's it going, brother? Not bad, isn't it? Did I deceive you?"

At this moment, Guan Qiuyue had just drunk three taels of Tian Baohua's homemade corn cake with peanuts and cold dishes. Her face was flushed, her voice was charming, her eyes were drawn, and she was almost hanging on Du Weiguo.

"Well, it's really good. Now I can finally find a place to eat in St. George's." (End of this chapter)