Chapter 738 Dominator

Author: Hair loss old dog

Chapter 738 Dominator

In fact, the reason why Du Weiguo started such a big battle was not to make money. He had made a lot of money recently, and his savings were like gold and silver. He no longer cared about money.

The reason why he went to such great lengths to put it bluntly is that for the 500-person security team behind him, he wanted to set up his own security company and then develop into a professional mercenary.

South America, Guyana, neighboring Colombia, Suriname, and Brazil, this scorching red land, has never stopped.

There are constant conflicts, and even small battles are endless. It is an excellent place for military training.

Du Weiguo also obtained Mr. Zhong’s approval for the establishment of a security team. He is now only the nominal acting president of Kuiana.

Due to certain political considerations, Mr. Zhong also urgently hopes that Kuiana can have a pure-blood armed force that is close to him and composed entirely of Chinese.

Of course, the voice of opposition must exist, and it is not small. Therefore, in the past two days, several powerful figures in St. George who firmly opposed this project have passed away due to accidents.

There are many types of car accidents, drownings, heart attacks, fires, and accidents, but the results are surprisingly consistent.

No matter how you check it, it is a complete accident, and there is absolutely no human factor at all, just like ghosts and gods seeking life.

There is also a weird local saying about this, called Heavenly Punishment. For a while, all the opposition voices of Kuiana suddenly died down.

The Chinese are the toughest people in the world, hard-working, diligent and loyal. They had not been very happy in Suriname and Guyana before. They were both poor and in dire straits.

Now, someone not only provides them with decent job opportunities, but also provides them with three sumptuous meals a day. Most importantly, they also teach them the skills to survive, so they are naturally very motivated.

Also rising at the same time as the free trade zone was a large piece of wasteland by the river west of St. George, covering an area of ​​more than 20,000 acres.

Large-scale poultry and livestock farms, fish ponds, vegetable planting bases, and training bases are being built here, and a brewery will be built in the future.

For such a large piece of land, Du Weiguo only spent a mere US$2 million, and to work in this area, Du Weiguo recruited a large number of local residents, no less than a thousand people.

Du Weiguo did this with great foresight and for the sake of balance so as not to lead to racial hatred.

As for giving up his job and scolding his mother and repeating the mistakes of the Thousand Islands Country, Du Weiguo has no worries about this. His security team is not a vegetarian.

Once trained, 500 elite armed forces with live ammunition will basically be able to unify the tiny country of Kuiana by force, let alone self-preservation.

What's more, this is only the first batch. His ultimate goal is to form a giant mercenary group like Blackwater and Wagner.

We in Huaxia Shangbang know the benefits of infrastructure construction best. Thousands of people are starting construction at the same time, and the economic benefits derived from it can reach at least tens of thousands of people.

Therefore, the whole of St. George is now in a prosperous and prosperous scene recently, and everything is prosperous. This is the power of money, which can change the day.

Of course, it was also the first time that Du Weiguo experienced the feeling of spending money like water, even though the Kuiana government gave him the greatest support.

All requests were given the green light, and construction materials and labor were ridiculously cheap. However, the ants killed the elephant, and in just a few days, Du Weiguo felt the pressure.

The average consumption of more than 200,000 US dollars per day is indeed painful. The 10 million pounds he blackmailed from MI6 this time, apart from the money to buy the land, there is still 15 million US dollars left.

According to this method, it will probably be completely exhausted in less than 2 months, and the huge project planned by Du Weiguo will be abandoned halfway.

You know, once the security forces begin to equip themselves with guns and conduct live-fire shooting training, that will be the real big deal. Raising troops naturally costs money.

What's more, in the later stage of the free trade zone, beauties from all over the world, Junket Operators, and extremely large-scale projects will have to be recruited, and there will also be big holes on the level of gold-swallowing beasts.

"Damn, that's a bit sloppy. The stall is too big and it's ridiculous. It seems like you didn't spend enough money?"

Du Weiguo had a cigarette in his mouth, sitting under the pergola, looking at the busy construction site in the distance, and murmured to himself.

In fact, Du Weiguo is rich. He still has more than 80 million US dollars in cash lying in his Swiss bank account, not to mention, he also has gold of almost the same value.

If we put all our efforts into activating Kuiana's project, it would be no problem, but now that the Evil God has nothing to show for it, the character of Pixiu who can only get in and out has been developed, and it feels a bit painful to ask him to dig out his old investment.

Du Weiguo smacked his lips, and after pondering for a moment, he picked up the satellite phone at hand and dialed a number:

"Hey, Wells, are you familiar with the KGB here in America? Yes, that's right. Don't worry. Then you can contact me as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Du Weiguo curled his lips, slowly put out the cigarette butt, and looked far away:

"Well, using chickens to lay eggs, woolly bears are undoubtedly a very good choice. Now that they are rich, they will have to continue to do so for at least 20 years.

Moreover, by dragging Mao Xiong into the game and putting him in a trap, Citigroup probably won’t dare to blatantly mess with it, killing three birds with one stone, which is pretty good.”

Five days later, the noisy St. George Free Trade Zone, which had begun to take shape like a huge construction site, welcomed a dusty pickup truck.

Natasha, who had a supermodel figure, jumped out of the pickup truck, took off her sunglasses, and walked quickly towards Du Weiguo. When she came up to him, her face was full of disbelief:

"You actually stayed in Guyana, Wesley. I was very excited when I heard that you took the initiative to find me. But when I heard that you were investing in building a free trade zone in Guyana, I thought you were crazy.

What? Now Asia is not enough for you to toss, and you have to go to America to play, and you also have to play capital games? "

Du Weiguo curled up his lips, unceremoniously put his arms around Natasha's waist, and gave her a French kiss as a greeting.

It took a long time for the two to separate. Natasha was slightly out of breath, not because of shyness, but simply because her lung capacity had been exhausted.

Du Weiguo put his hand on her shoulder and straightened his expression:

"Natasha, I took the initiative to come to you this time because I have two serious things to say."

Seeing his serious look, Natasha took two deep breaths, regained her composure, put on a negotiating posture, and asked in a deep voice:

"you say."

Du Weiguo didn't do any ink and got straight to the point:

"The first thing, as you have seen, is that I suddenly got excited and created such a big situation in Guyana. Now the capital chain is about to be broken, and we are in urgent need of money."

Natasha nodded, but did not speak. Waiting for him to finish, Du Weiguo smacked his mouth:

"So, if there is a task with a particularly high unit price right now, you can help me take the next step. In addition, can you help me contact a few far-sighted investors in Europe?"

Natasha raised her eyebrows:

"Okay, let's talk about investment first. Wesley, what is the concept of the St. George Free Trade Zone you are tinkering with?"

Du Weiguo explained his plan in detail and finally concluded:

"That's about it. I plan to use five years to turn St. George into the best free place and consumer paradise in South America."

Natasha's beautiful big eyes shone with a strange light:

"A country within a country is the same as Pattaya. No, you have a private armed force in Guyana. In five years, you will be the real master here!"

Du Weiguo was not surprised by Natasha's acumen. This Russian girl had a shrewd mind and was always sharp, far better than Raina.

"That's pretty much what it means."

Natasha suppressed the excitement in her heart and pondered for a moment:

"Wesley, do you want to sell part of the shares in the free trade zone? How much do you want to price it for? How many shares do you want to sell?"

Du Weiguo already had a clue about this:

"I will only sell 35% of the 100 shares. Each share is priced at US$1.5 million and cannot be split. If I reduce my holdings, I have the right of first refusal."

Upon hearing this, Natasha suddenly lost her composure, and her tone became extremely surprised:

"The price is 150 million, Wesley, are you crazy? The national fiscal revenue of the entire Kuiana is not that much, right?"

Du Weiguo is confident:

"Natasha, I can promise that after three years of investment, the annual profit dividend will be no less than 15%, otherwise the full amount will be returned. I can also pledge the equivalent currency of a Swiss bank."

Natasha was startled for a moment: "Wesley, are you really that confident? Dare you risk all your wealth?"

Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows and his tone was extremely heroic:

"This is not a bet, but a business with a sure profit and no loss. Natasha, how about it? I'm the first to tell you this time, and Reina doesn't even know about it. Isn't that interesting?"

Natasha was silent for a long time this time:

"Okay, I understand. The conditions you offered sound pretty good. I will help you arrange a meeting with investors as soon as possible. As for the task, we will talk about it last. You can talk about the second thing first."

Du Weiguo nodded noncommittally:

"The second thing is very simple. I need instructors and weapons to train and equip my security team. In exchange, my mercenary group will give priority to your KGB mission in the future."

After Du Weiguo finished speaking, Natasha almost blurted out and asked urgently:

"Then are you considered a member of the mercenary group?"

Du Weiguo smiled:

"Of course not, I am the boss, but I can guarantee that for all my tasks in the Americas, you will be given priority first and ranked first."

Natasha shouted almost without thinking: "Deal!"

Du Weiguo was not surprised by this. He was worth this much now. The big deal was decided. Du Weiguo shrugged happily and put his arms around Natasha's thin waist:

"Okay, in that case, we will discuss the mission in detail later. When you get to my territory, let me entertain you well~"

On the seaside about 3 kilometers away from the free trade zone, there is a three-story seaside villa made of pure solid wood. It has not even been painted and looks a bit crude.

But the interior is very clean and tidy, simple but not simple. This is Du Weiguo's temporary residence in St. George.

After being a vegetarian for many days, Du Weiguo anxiously drove Natasha back to his residence, and soon there was a heart-wrenching and charming voice inside.

Omit ten thousand characters.

The sky was getting dark, and Du Weiguo was half leaning and half lying on the deck chair on the balcony of the villa, with a cigarette in his mouth and looking at the sunset that was about to sink into the sea level.
To be continued...