Please make money.

The look in the black-clad woman’s eyes now - let’s just say, if she knew that she was beaten up by Alia before, she would probably just think that it was a child’s fault and she was just playing around.

Alia quickly put the card on the guardrail next to her: "I'd better ask Aunt An first."

The woman in black was a little disappointed: "Well, it's all right. Take it. If you need anything, you can contact me."

The woman in black pulled out a plain business card and handed it to her. It looked like ordinary embossed paper with a name and phone number on the front.

Only then did Alia know the other person's full name: Qin Liuli.

The name is nice, but the old lady is a bit old and not suitable for the role of the heroine.

Ailia accepted the business card, said goodbye politely and left, preparing to go back and have a good chat with Aunt An about the background board.

We can’t say that all masters in the future will be family members, that causing trouble on our own is equivalent to rebellion, and that taking action is basically domestic violence - we can’t do that!

It would be better if you could make a list for me, Aunt An, so that I can avoid them all when I see them, or pretend to be a well-behaved and cute little white flower.

The woman in black watched the other person's back, then looked at the black card in her hand and sighed.

"Qin Liuli, Qin Liuli...I told you many years ago that money is not everything..."

……

……

“What the hell—Tyrant Sword Qin Liuli?!”

"It sounds like some martial arts TV show or something?"

"Master, fifth in the weapons ranking, third among sword users, ahead of the Tai Ruo Mountain Sword and the Scholar's Deadly Sword."

"I can hear you're making fun of Stephen Chow's movie, right? But what does this have to do with us?"

At the roadside stall, Jack Chen broke open a giant crayfish as long as his arm and glanced towards the Grand Palace not far away.

He didn't think that the weapons rankings, masters and the like were real, and he talked as if everyone had never seen a club.

The tiger coming down the mountain - the crow!

Thunder Tiger——Lei Yaoyang!

But can he beat the Wan Chai Gun God? There is no future for gang members, and the only way out is to go to jail...

"Don't look at it, there won't be any follow-up. Since this person has appeared, it means that our previous efforts will come to an end for the time being."

"What do you mean? Not going on? Then your attack was in vain—ah, this shrimp is really big, really nice."

"Not bad, these shrimps are just big and mutated. This section of the Mekong River is full of sewage from chemical factories. As a result, the Macrobrachium rosenbergii has become bigger and bigger, and the taste is getting worse and worse, just like the carp from the Great Lakes. The country does not allow the import of such big shrimps. Is it because we can't afford it? Or is it because the taste is not good..."

But having said that, it seems quite satisfying to eat a big one occasionally.

She also peeled one: "Ba Jian is a name in the martial arts world. Qin Liuli is a very strange person with a deep background. You can think of him as one of those early overseas Chinese tycoons, similar to Mr. Situ."

Jack Chen suddenly understood - the boss is a big shot who has connections in both the black and white worlds, so he understood what he meant.

"But what does it mean that she contacted you? Does she want to intervene in this matter?"

"It sounds like there must be some reason why she came here specially... Wow, it's so fishy. Once this thing gets bigger, the earthy smell is really hard to get rid of..."

Yu Cixin wordlessly took away the shrimp in her hand and drank a sip of passion fruit tea: "She has an open identity, she is an energy tycoon. Basically all the mineral raw materials in the world are related to her, especially large iron ore and oil. Do you know what this means?"

"It means—she's rich?"

"No, it means her other identity is a shipping tycoon."

It would be a fantasy for mining giants not to get involved in shipping - for giants like BHP Billiton, a few point fluctuation in production means tens of millions of tons.

With an annual output of over 100 million tons, can we still expect all of it to be operated commercially? Or should we intervene or even directly formulate relevant shipping rules?

"She has a stake in the Siam Gulf Line, and she's a big shot. But I heard that she has always been concerned about the Kra Canal. I guess the country wants to cooperate with her this time. Those shady things are probably part of the bargaining chips in the negotiation with Siam... Of course, I'm just guessing, it may not be correct."

“What is the Kra Canal?”

"Take out the tourist map and I'll show you."

Jack Chen spread out the map, and Yu Cixin placed a chopstick on a long and narrow line: "Yes, here, Chumphon Province, this is the isthmus. The east-west connection can directly bypass Malacca. More than half of the world's oil tankers pass through Malacca every year. 70% of the energy supply in Southeast Asia depends on that route. If the Kra Canal can be built, it will cross the entire southern Thailand... It doesn't need to be too wide or too deep, 400 meters wide, 25 meters deep, and make a double channel... That scene..."

With a cost of only tens of billions of dollars, it is possible to enter the Gulf of Siam directly from the Andaman Sea, shortening the entire voyage by at least 1200 kilometers.

What’s more important is that it can provide the country constrained by the Strait of Malacca with more choices and fewer shackles. If you want to get rich, you must build roads first.

"If it's so good, why didn't you repair it before?"

"It's very chaotic. The three southern provinces of Thailand are in turmoil. Hualijiapo, which doesn't go through Malacca, can't make money and is unhappy. More importantly, Siam has no money. It will cost nearly 30 billion US dollars to build this. Where can we get so much money?"

"But I heard that the King of Thailand has 70 billion."

"Brother, your father made so much money back then, will he use it for charity?"

What a joke, just let the King of Thailand enjoy himself, and pay money to contribute to Siam? It's more like a show.

More importantly, the benefits are actually hard to determine. After all, the Panama Canal saves tens of thousands of kilometers, while the Kra Canal only saves 1200 kilometers.

Although a single ocean voyage can save hundreds of thousands of dollars, a canal is likely to be blocked and then a small excavator will save the world.

The time wasted in traffic jams may not be worth it. After all, Malacca Strait is a real strait, and the narrowest part is measured in kilometers.

Jack Chen couldn't understand it anyway, so he could only put away the map: "Then we can't turn against each other to investigate the case?"

"On the contrary, the fact that such big shots have come means that the higher-ups have already reached an agreement."

Yu Cixin felt a lot more relaxed after saying this, squinting his eyes while sipping the fruit tea: "Just wait, in less than two days you can use your normal identity to investigate, and then everyone in Siam will cooperate with you, which is much better than us teaching them a lesson in a roundabout way."

Her actions amounted to tactical intimidation, throwing paint on the other party's house and writing "kill for life and debt for money".

The appearance of a big shot like Qin Liuli means that the Flame Fist will be used directly on Siam.

Either you cut ten pounds of golden cartilage into small pieces and make the sauce, or you can be more sensible, admit your mistake, make compensation and cooperate.

"So high-end, she can make Siam surrender with these things?"

"This is the advantage of having a big fist. Siam doesn't dare to offend this kind of tycoon-level figure. He just opens his mouth, and even if ten people are black-hearted, they can't make up for the corresponding losses for the King of Thailand, not to mention the invisible pressure. Oh, I'm really envious."

He said he was envious, but his eyes were full of vigilance. Although Yu Ci felt relieved, he was still suspicious.

It's strange. Why would this big shot not drink cherry-flavored Coke with Buffett but go to Siam to meddle in things?

Moreover, he knew many details and even contacted me directly...

Jack Chen didn't think too much about it. He just rubbed his hands happily and said, "In this way, won't I be able to find Huang Cuicui soon?"

"Well, are you in a hurry?"

"What are you talking about—aren't we here to rescue our citizens?"

"...That makes so much sense, it's really enlightening!" Yu Cixin was deeply inspired and picked up the fruit tea: "Brother! Let me toast to you!"

"Oh, okay, okay... I don't know what you're thinking, but I think that as long as the problem is solved, the process is secondary."

Otherwise, Jack Chen would not have accompanied the other party in making trouble. You should know that before, when he stole the identity of the eldest princess' security personnel, he had a fight with the other party's bodyguard group.

In that battle, the fighting in the warehouse was more chaotic than during a demolition operation. If he was caught, being beaten to death on the spot and questioned later would be the least he could do.

But Yu Ci Xin analyzed it very thoroughly with him. These industries were all protected by Siam, and it could even be said that they were at the top.

If you don't chop off the monster's head, it will counterattack at all costs. Killing the pawns will only make them angry instead of afraid.

Facts proved that she was right. Xinchai's sudden death and the eldest princess's heart attack exposed many things that had not been cleaned up in time.

The relationship between the old Buddhist temple, the black industry chain and the Siamese military is so complicated and complex that it is simply appalling...

The Siamese military in charge of border defense committed embezzlement, allowing a large number of smuggled and trafficked people to flow into the chaotic area, and countless contraband to flow out in transit.

If the Lao Fo Temple made ten dollars, it would give six dollars to the military, two dollars to suppliers, and keep two dollars for itself.

They previously caught a human trafficker who admitted that the average price for selling an adult was about $2000.

But the smugglers only made $320 for each sale, as the bulk of the profits went to the Royal Navy and Coast Guard of Siam.

In the early years, there were even some people who were so arrogant and insane that they dared to frame crew members of other countries. In the end, they were caught and tried, and the incident was even made into a movie.

However, the film was not allowed to be shown in Siam, and the officer in charge of that section of the river was promoted to imply that the scandal did not exist.

"Too many people have lived in a small and beautiful circle for too long. Inside the wall, there are kind neighbors and diligent managers, but they don't know what the outside world is like. How many of the more than 7 billion shrimps exported each year are caught by shrimp slaves?"

"We don't have the ability to control everyone. We can only control the ones we can see... Ah Xin."

"Ok?"

"Your behavior is actually very dangerous. Be careful next time."

Jack Chen thought he was risking his life, but he didn't expect that the other party was more adventurous than him.

Yu Ci Xin smiled and said, "Don't worry, I have a trump card to save my life. It's mainly because I don't have such strong power that I need to be secretive when doing things."

"If there is a powerful force, how strong can an individual be?"

"How strong is he?" Yu Ci Xin pointed at the Great Palace with his chin. "If I had that kind of ability, I would kill my way through there right now, put a knife on someone's neck, and ask him whether he cares or not. If he doesn't care, then there is no need for him to exist. In the future, anyone who does evil will have to be on guard against me knowing about it, and be afraid of being found out by me."

"You've watched too many martial arts movies. Assassinating the king and killing the emperor was impossible in ancient times, let alone in today's society."

"Yeah, that's right—"

"Besides, what you are doing is lynching. It's not okay. We have to abide by the law."

"Good good..."

"And there is——"

"Hey, big brother, please give me some face. Stop talking so much. Eat something. Tomorrow will be a good day. Let's see what the reaction is tomorrow."

274-Don't take the bait for fish MOLE

It's a new day, no big news, and the sun rises as usual.

There was nothing dramatic at yesterday's dinner. If I had to say something, it would be that until the very end the royal family of Siam did not officially come out to greet everyone.

Many expectant guests could not help but complain that the King of Siam was so rude: You're inviting guests, but you don't come out to meet them?

But thinking about it, the other party had done many ridiculous things, so this matter was just over.

In the subsequent conversation, Ailia was mocked by Boss Jiang in a sarcastic manner, but she was not angry.

After all, it's someone who just gave you five million dollars, so it's acceptable to mock him, and you may even have to give him a glass of water.

Boss Jiang was so confused by her "tenderness and sweetness" that he choked for a while and finally gave up and fled in a hurry.

Mr. Lei has gained a lot, and has reached a preliminary agreement with several colleagues, so he can mobilize more funds to work together.

In such an environment, Alia and Anlele were eating breakfast. The latter opened a newspaper and then made a tactical retreat.

"Does the royal family of Siam have any genetic cardiovascular diseases?"

"What's wrong?" Alia asked knowingly. "What's the problem?"

"The King of Siam was also hospitalized, suspected of having a stroke. Before that, their princess was hospitalized for a heart attack, and then Princess Sirindhorn was also hospitalized."

"Don't you look at your age? You're already over seventy." Alia sighed.

"Also ha..."

"He's over seventy years old, and he still has a bunch of concubines. He's always having affairs. If he doesn't have a stroke, he'll have one soon. You should just look at Sun Si Miao in the zoo far away, family members."

The senior brother and sister went downstairs. It was different from when they first arrived. After being stuck in the hotel for two days, the offensive and defensive situations of both sides were different.

If we say that when they first arrived, the senior brother was full of confidence, the senior sister was shy and ready to bloom.

So now the senior sister looks radiant, while the senior brother looks like dregs.

People are all like this. If you don't manage a household, you don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are. There is no such thing as a field that is ruined by plowing. There are only cows that are tired to death.

It was visibly that the senior brother's legs were a little weak when he sat down. After all, the senior sister was at her prime, wielding a sword at her waist to kill foolish men, so one could imagine how powerful she was.

"Come, have some oysters, the seafood here is cheap..."

The senior sister ordered a seafood set meal for the senior brother, who twitched his pale cheeks and quickly declined: "Let's go out to play, let's go out to eat, let's go out to eat."

Don't stay in the hotel, find somewhere to play, even go shopping with her.

An Lele didn't understand, so she whispered to Alia: "Did something go wrong with your training, Senior Brother? Your Qi and blood are so weak?"

"Maybe he had a stomachache. What kind of kung fu is he practicing? He doesn't know martial arts."

"That's it..."

When the senior brother saw the two little ones muttering to themselves, he quickly used them to save the situation as a shield.