Rise of the Wasteland

"What is your name?"

"Who has your family?"

"What are your possessions? Who keeps them?"

People who have been injected with vomiting agents will become unguarded and ask what to answer. It's the fastest update, but its thinking logic will also become simple and it will not answer complex questions. Zhou Qingfeng must ask the question carefully before he can get what he wants.

But Zhou Qingfeng had a whole night, he sat on the bed and asked for seven or eight hours continuously, and learned a lot. The computer in the helmet also helped him organize and summarize, especially to sort out the network of contacts, which is of great benefit to his counterfeiting Haragi.

Near dawn, Zhou Qingfeng took off Hariji's clothes and put on himself.

Uh ..., a little short!

Zhou Qingfeng once again nestled into the quilt of Haruki, and the bed was quite large, but his mechanical exoskeleton had to be taken off and hidden, otherwise it was easy to wear.

Cover your feet with a quilt to ensure that your skin, neck, and even the makeup and color of your arm are consistent with Hariji. Finally, Zhou Qingfeng reached out and twisted the other person's neck, leaving the dead body.

Everything is ready, and time is almost dawn. Zhou Qingfeng leaned slowly against the bed, and coughed at the servant who fainted beside the bed.

No response ... Did you squeeze your neck too hard before?

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a pillow at his hand and smashed it in the past, his breath fell on the servant's head. The servant's originally crooked head fell to the ground and fell heavily, followed by a sudden shake of her body before waking up.

The awakened servant saw the pillows still rolling, and looked at the expressionless Mr. "Haleji" on the bed, and was suddenly frightened to snore. He bowed incoherently and begged for mercy: "Dear Mr. Hariji, I'm sorry, I don't know ..."

"That's enough, I don't want to listen to your bullshit." "Haleji" was a majestic man in front of his servant, and he said in a deep voice, "Go and call Mahad."

Indifferent, nonsense, self-defeating, this is the face of Hariji in front of his servants. The personal servant was already sifting through the sieve and begging. Another fainted servant woke up, and Qi Qi knelt down for mercy.

The movement in the bedroom quickly alarmed the guards standing outside, and called Mahad's housekeeper to rush to the front of 'Haleji'.

"Dear Haraj, what's going on?" The steward Mahad is a close friend, in charge of many affairs around Haraj. He is a fake ‘Haleji’ who wants to get rid of, but ca n’t get rid of it;

The counterfeit goods on the big bed revealed their new majesty and power, and announced the punishment of two close servants, "Let these two idiots go away and exchange for others."

The personal servant takes care of Hariji's daily life, and even contacts Zhou Qingfeng daily. He was worried that the details of life would cause others to doubt, and he had to find an excuse to drive away the two people who were familiar with the real Harajj.

The two crying servants were easily driven away, but the housekeeper Mahad posted and greeted him, "Dear Mr. Hariji, how are you feeling?"

Zhou Qingfeng leaned against the large, soft bed and said comfortably, "I'm still a little tired."

"I'll call the doctor."

"No, no need, just lie down for a while. I can't sleep now, talk to me about the recent market gains, and the banking situation."

Zhou Qingfeng is here to pick up trash, but where can the ordinary trash get into his eyes? Tossing these days, isn't it just a big ticket? His focus on Harlech is the wealth that Harlech has accumulated over the years.

A large number of complex properties cannot be simply remembered, you must have a professional management team to control. All of Hari's property was taken care of by housekeeper Mahad, who, although a little strange, moved a computer to report.

Hallegi's wealth is not a matter of how many bank accounts it is, but a variety of properties distributed around the world, including New York, London, Frankfurt, Zurich and more. Specifically, the financial management teams of the major banks are responsible for the operation.

Cash, bonds, stocks, businesses, real estate ... With Mahad's report, Zhou Qingfeng finally put on a smile on her makeup face. Roughly estimated that the big maggot Harlegi has more than two billion dollars in his hands.

What a huge sum!

The only headache is that the money is not easy to realize, or it is not convenient to transfer to Zhou Qingfeng's own account.

If you can see or not eat, you have to think of a way!

Does it make sense for funds to flow, otherwise it is waste paper.

In addition to the funds in various banks, there are a large number of supplies in the black market controlled by Khaledji. Not only does it have a variety of weapons and equipment, but also a large amount of civilian resources, including even a variety of food and medicine.

Thinking that the Syrian civilians were suffering from hunger and hunger and suffering, the maggot Harrigi was hoarding, full of money, and Zhou Qingfeng was so annoyed that the trash just scratched his neck and it was too cheap for him.

The long and long asset report made the housekeeper Mahad think that he was drooling, and he did not finish it for an hour. After dawn, Zhou Qingfeng was not impatient. He simply reached out and said, "Give me the computer. I'll see for myself."

The housekeeper honestly handed the computer to Zhou Qingfeng. Zhou Qingfeng's fat face after makeup was shaken and a lot of wealth picked up by him.

There are not too many things like bank account numbers and passwords on the computer, but more important ways of contacting and verifying foreign financial management teams. In addition to this, there is a list of people, locations, and contact information within the Harlegi forces. This is a valuable network of relationships.

Hahaha ... With these things, I can make waves!

It's a pleasure to think about it, this game of nesting doves is really fun.

Zhou Qingfeng flipped through a few property reports and became more and more happy ~ www.readwn.com ~ Butler Mahad resigned after guilty. He didn't take long to replace a few servants, and he had prepared breakfast.

"Sir, do you need us to serve you to the bathroom?" A new servant stepped forward and asked, perhaps because of the lessons learned, he was quite nervous.

Zhou Qingfeng likes this tension, and the nervous servant will not be too messy. He waved his hand unwillingly and said, "Go outside, I will handle it myself."

"Yes, sir." The servant retreated.

At this time, a luxurious bedroom was a bit too open, because the bedroom had no door that could be closed, and the large arched doorway had only a false curtain. The servants stayed in the living room outside the door, and they could see Zhou Qingfeng on the bed at any time.

Damn it **** damn, wouldn't the rich guys pay attention to somebody?

But this is not enough trouble. After a while, the housekeeper Mahad ran back, and he was accompanied by a young maid wearing only **** lingerie.

What are you doing?

Hallegui did not say details of this life.

Zhou Qingfeng could only continue to lie down and pack the patient.

The pretty maid lifted the thin bed on the big bed and got in. Just under the watchful eye of the housekeeper, she slowly climbed to Zhou Qingfeng's room and pulled the pajamas he was wearing. Immediately after that, I heard a woman exclaiming that something was the wrong size. This one was much bigger than usual!

Lying down!

Rich people are amazing!

Life is so!

This, this ... Is this the legendary good morning bite?

Really decaying and backward, the life of abandoning aristocracy. I will use a critical attitude to reveal its sin.

Zhou Qingfeng never expected that he would be exposed so soon, even in front of a maid. All he had to do was to pretend to be calm and lift the quilt, and yelled at the maid in a daze, "Hurry up, don't talk." Rw