Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

Chapter 694
Mr. Huo's tone was indifferent, but his question was full of profound meaning. Besides the literal meaning, there were also two hidden meanings.

One is to ask why Du Weiguo works for such a company that specializes in serving Citigroup military bases in his current position.

The second is to ask, with such an arrangement, is he carrying out some secret latent mission at this moment?

Now that Du Weiguo has gone through ups and downs and is well-versed in human feelings, he naturally understood Huo Xian's meaning in an instant. He nodded first, then shook his head again, with a calm and melancholy tone:
"Mr. Huo, it is true that part of Hantang Group's business is related to Citigroup's military base, and it is just an expedient measure to lay eggs through the shell.

The shortest is 3 years, and the longest is 5 years. The Hantang Group will rise and become the commercial giant and underground overlord in Pattaya and even the whole of Siam. But I am just living in a foreign land and making a living. "

"Business tycoon, underground overlord?"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Huo raised his thick eyebrows lightly, repeated it, smacked the meaning in it carefully, and asked with a smile:
"That's so bold! My friend, you say you're just making a living. I'm afraid you're being self-effacing. Could it be that this Hantang Group, which is devouring everything, is your handwriting?"

Du Weiguo did not answer this question, and changed the subject with a smile:
"Mr. Huo, I haven't asked you yet, where are you from?"

A wise light flashed in Mr. Huo's eyes. He pursed his lips and smiled. Sometimes not answering is also an answer. He has already got the answer.

Then he sighed softly, subconsciously rubbed his hands together:

"Oh, me, I went to London before, I have some small things to deal with, and I will transit on Hong Kong Island."

Du Weiguo saw that Huo Xian's brows were full of depression, it seemed that there was something unspeakable hidden, his heart moved, he couldn't help being a little curious:
"Mr. Huo, what trouble have you encountered? If it's not something confidential, you might as well talk to me about it."

Mr. Huo raised his mouth and shook his head:

"Hey, what's the secret thing? It's nothing more than those foreigners. I can't see people like me getting bigger and stronger, making things difficult everywhere."

"A person like you? A patriotic man with a conscience?"

Du Weiguo asked casually, and Mr. Huo clapped his hands and laughed, looking happy. He patted Du Weiguo's shoulder lightly, with a warm tone:
"I'm not a big boss, but I'm a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, patriotism is justified, little friend Wesley, with your evaluation, I, Huo Yindong, are worth it!"

Du Weiguo also laughed. He didn't know enough about Mr. Huo's history, but from his few words, it could be heard that he was being targeted by a certain force.

"Huo Xian, tell me how you made things difficult. I really can't help you, but I might be able to help you with details."

"Hehe, it's okay, the journey is long and there is nothing left or right. If you don't think it's boring, I'll tell you about it. I built a building at the Star Ferry Pier in Tsim Sha Tsui. Recently~"

(Let’s find out about the Starlight Xing incident by yourself. The old dog is afraid of being banned, so I won’t write about it.)
Huo Xian came to a conclusion with some melancholy:
"People leave their hometowns and are lowly. Although we are now in the land of China, we are restrained everywhere and let others show off their power, alas~"

Du Weiguo is silent, with deep sympathy in his heart. This is a problem left over from the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, caused by hundreds of years of weakness.

The atmosphere of the conversation was a bit dignified, Huo Xian raised his thick eyebrows, changed the topic, and naturally changed the topic:

"Little friend, tell me about Pattaya, how is the business environment there? Is there anything in the real estate sector?"

Du Weiguo was taken aback for a moment: "Huo Xian, what do you mean, you want to invest in Pattaya?"

Huo Xian nodded:
"Yes, in the final analysis, I am also a businessman. There are millions of Chinese in Siam. If there is something to do, it is also a good investment choice."

Du Weiguo pondered for a while, and was about to speak when the capable and handsome flight attendant returned to the first-class cabin just after inspecting the economy cabin.

As a routine, greet every first-class passenger kindly, ask about needs, suggestions and so on.

This is her standard work process, which is lackluster. Du Weiguo originally planned to perfunctory a few words, but when the purser talked to him.

Du Weiguo's eyes couldn't help but narrowed. He was very sensitive to find that the purser was absent-minded when he spoke.

No, to be precise, she is actually very nervous now, her eyes are wandering, her expression is dull, and she is sneaking at Mr. Huo intentionally or unintentionally.

Thinking of the Arab at the airport and the abnormal behavior of Huo Xian's two white bodyguards, Du Weiguo's heart suddenly became vigilant.

Du Weiguo remained calm, secretly and carefully sizing up the flight attendant. He was dressed in a well-fitting dark blue uniform. He was beautiful, mature, and capable. He was about 27 or 8 years old.

She should be from Hong Kong Island. She speaks English, Cantonese, and Siamese very fluently. Except for her wandering eyes and a little nervousness, everything is perfect.

On her left chest, there is a metal breastplate with an English name on it, Susanna.

At this time, Susanna had finished talking with Du Weiguo and was talking to Mr. Huo:
"Mr. Huo, I heard that you like to drink, so shall I pour you a glass of champagne? The champagne we prepare is from Aisne, France, and the quality is not bad."

"Okay, thank you."

Mr. Huo nodded noncommittally. Suzanne just wanted to get up and leave when Du Weiguo asked suddenly.

"Your name is Suzanne?"

Suzanne stopped when she got up, squatted down again, turned her head and showed Du Weiguo a professional smirk:

"Yes, Mr. Wesley, my name is Suzanne."

Du Weiguo said in an unhurried tone: "Susanna, are you married?"

"No, no~"

This question was a bit abrupt, and Susanna seemed a little flustered, and even Huo Xian showed a trace of surprise in his eyes.

Huo Lili, who had been eavesdropping, pricked up her ears and her eyes were extremely complicated, but Du Weiguo didn't care, and continued to ask:
"Then do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, no, Mr. Wesley."

At this time, Susanna subconsciously made the same movement for the third time, lightly touching the right pocket of her jacket with her right hand.

"Oh, that's great, Suzanne, I have a friend who is very good, and I can introduce you to him another day."

"Oh, thank you for your kindness, Mr. Wesley, is there anything else you need?"

Susanna breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled a little forcedly. At this moment, her hairline was already sweating, and she touched her pocket again, and Du Weiguo waved her hand gently:

"It's okay, but, Suzanne, can you explain~"

Du Weiguo spoke in a very low voice. Out of professional inertia, Susanna subconsciously bent down and moved closer.

At this moment, Du Weiguo shot like lightning, stretched out two fingers suddenly, and took out a small paper package sealed with oil and wax in her right pocket.

"what is this?"

"Ah? This, this is~"

Du Weiguo couldn't help but tore open the paper bag, revealing a small light blue capsule inside, which he was very familiar with.

This is clearly a poison sac embedded in Teqin's teeth, filled with highly poisonous potassium cyanide, Du Weiguo's eyes are cold, and his tone is harsh:
"Susanna, please explain carefully, what is this thing? Is it the vitamin you prepared with you?"

Mr. Huo has already reacted at this moment. He is well-informed, so he naturally knows what it is. His face is extremely ugly, and he asked in a deep voice:
"Say, who gave this to you?"

Susanna sat down on the ground, her face pale, dripping with cold sweat, her lips trembling, and she couldn't speak at all.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion from the economy class, as well as a woman's exclamation, and Aaron's violent shout:
"What are you doing!"

Du Weiguo frowned, jumped up suddenly, kicked the tired Susanna away, and stood in the corridor.

At this time, the economy cabin was in a mess. Du Weiguo's sharp eyes instantly passed through the gap and saw the situation clearly.

The instigators of the riot were Mr. Huo's two tall white bodyguards. At this moment, they were both carrying a backpack.

One of the guys was wrestling with Aaron, while the other was using some unknown tool to destroy the safety door of the plane, and there were two passengers lying on the ground who didn't know what to do.

I am Nima!
Du Weiguo's eyes sharpened, he jumped up instantly, and flew out the sunglasses hanging on the collar of his clothes like a dart.

The sunglasses crossed the crowd and hit the white man's face precisely on the face of the white man who was trying to destroy the security door. He screamed and the tool in his hand fell to the ground.

Du Weiguo has already rushed towards the economy class like a mad rhinoceros. All the passengers blocking the aisle were bumped or pushed by him, and they were violently driven to both sides.

In the cabin, chickens flew like dogs and dogs, and everyone was thrown off their feet!
At this time, Aaron and a tall white man were pulled together in the middle of the corridor, fighting and fighting frantically, punching to the flesh, and banging.

When Du Weiguo killed him, his eyes were cold, almost without thinking, he flew up, like a galloping horse, and kicked Aaron's ass fiercely.

The huge force made Aaron and the white man fly out together, and the white man's back hit a seat heavily, making a crackling sound.

Immediately, the tall white man let out an incomparably stern wailing sound. If he didn't have the parachute backpack behind him to cushion him, he would have had his back broken and physically cut in half!
Even so, he broke at least a few bones, and lost the ability to move in an instant.

The unlucky Aaron, even with the pads for cushioning, hit his head hard on the chest of the big white man. The huge impact made him faint instantly.

Du Weiguo didn't even look at them, he kept walking past them, and rushed to the security door in an instant.

At this moment, the white man whose face was dazzled by sunglasses stood up, his face was bleeding, and he was holding a dark guy that looked like a hydraulic crowbar in his hand.

I don't know how he got this thing on the plane. This guy bowed his waist, lowered his center of gravity, made a cautious defensive posture, and stared at Du Weiguo fiercely.

Du Weiguo didn't deal with him right away, but first glanced at the safety door out of the corner of his eye, luckily he was fine, it was so close, it was so dangerous!
Damn it, I scared my daddy to death!Du Weiguo was really frightened, almost out of his wits. He was startled just now with a quick glance.

These two guys must have parachutes on their backs. Their intentions are so vicious that they actually want to artificially create an air crash!
Well, if the security door is broken by them, it will be really cool.

What the hell is it at an altitude of more than 1 meters, even the flashing magical skills can't offset the surging gravity, Du Weiguo's only result is to become a lump of meatloaf.

There are often such scenes in brainless movies, jumping into the water from a height of hundreds of meters, and the result is unscathed, nothing happened, this is pure nonsense.

In fact, if the drop exceeds 20 meters, diving is life-threatening, and if it exceeds 50 meters, it is certain death, almost the same as falling on the concrete floor.

Until now, Du Weiguo had time to take a look at the white man who was waiting in battle, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, damn, look at this posture, this white-skinned and yellow-haired gorilla really wants to practice with him.

The white man suddenly raised his free hand, as if he wanted to wipe the blood off his face, Du Weiguo's eyes sharpened, and he lunged forward.

"be cheated!"

As soon as Du Weiguo moved, the eyes of this strong white man immediately showed a hint of cunning of a successful plot.

The crowbar in his hand swung violently, like a smear of black light, whistling towards Du Weiguo's head.

This downward movement was heavy, and it was launched very abruptly. If it hits hard, Du Weiguo will definitely end up with his brains cracked, and there is no luck.

A cruel smile appeared on the corner of the strong white man's mouth at this moment, but after a short while, his smile was fixed on his face.

The heavy hydraulic crowbar, with its huge and unparalleled kinetic energy, was easily held by Du Weiguo with only one hand.

Before the strong white man could react, he felt a heart-piercing pain from the shoulder holding the crowbar, and before he wanted to shout, his jaw was tightly pinched by a pair of big hands.

"Crack~"

With a crisp sound, his jaw dislocated, and then the shoulder on the other side dropped limply. The pain hit, and a tragic and low growl sounded from the white man's throat.

"Boom!"

The heavy crowbar slammed heavily on his forehead. The guy immediately rolled his eyes, fell to the ground on his back, and got rid of the pain.

At this time, in the tail cabin of the plane, a young man of Asian descent in a white shirt with a dark complexion and a sturdy figure pushed the passengers away and came out more and more.

He strode up to Du Weiguo, holding a revolver in one hand and a pair of handcuffs in the other. He was the air police of the plane.

The air police of this era are equipped with guns. He raised his pistol and yelled at Du Weiguo fiercely:
"You, put down your weapon immediately, and catch him without a fight!"

He sweated a lot, his white shirt was soaked, and there were obvious marks from his backpack on his shoulders. Du Weiguo narrowed his eyes, and threw the crowbar in his hand towards him.

This guy's reaction was not slow, he avoided the crowbar very nimbly, and was about to shoot, but at this time, Du Weiguo, who was as tall as lightning, had already followed the crowbar and came up to him.

With five fingers stretched out, a big hand like an eagle's claw clasped his wrist in an instant, pulled and twisted suddenly, and with a click, the hand holding the gun was abolished.

Under the pain, this guy's eyes were red from the pain, but his reaction was not slow, he swung the handcuffs and slammed towards Du Weiguo's cheek.

It's a pity that Du Weiguo grabbed his shoulder first, pulled it hard, and the air policeman's arm was dislocated on the spot, and he wailed uncontrollably.

Du Weiguo caught his pistol, turned the gun around, and hit him on the forehead with the butt of the gun without hesitation. The air policeman rolled his eyelids, fell to his knees with a thump, and followed in the footsteps of his companions.

At this time, Huo Xian, Huo Lili, and Aaron, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face, had already crowded in front of him. Mr. Huo asked in a deep voice:
"Wesley, what's the matter?"

With a calm expression, Du Weiguo fiddled with the Colt revolver in his hand, and lightly kicked the white man on the ground, with a teasing tone:

"Mr. Huo, these two foreign bodyguards of yours are crazy. They want to get off the plane halfway. As for this air policeman, he is probably in the same group as the chief purser Suzanne."

Hearing this, Mr. Huo was furious immediately, his face was ashen, the veins on his forehead burst out, and he was short of breath.

He was well-versed in the world, so he understood in an instant that this was a series of murders, one chain after another, with sinister intentions, and his life and death would kill him!

Suzanne was the first wave. She was going to poison his champagne, but Du Weiguo saw it through, but failed. The two bodyguards immediately tried to cause an air crash. This was the second wave.

As for the air police, it is probably the third wave. Mr. Huo walked up to Du Weiguo, patted Du Weiguo lightly, and said solemnly and earnestly:
"Thank you, Wesley, you not only saved all the passengers on the plane, but you also saved me, Mr. Huo, three times!"

Du Weiguo smiled faintly, shook his head, stretched out four fingers, and spoke calmly:

"It was four times. There was an Arab guy at the airport with a gun in his hand. The target should be you too, but I have already taken care of it in advance."

(End of this chapter)