The hanged person was covered in bruises and was wearing shabby military uniforms. If you guessed correctly, the separatist captured yesterday was completed in less than 24 hours and was hanged and displayed in public. This is no longer effective.

The king's convoy did not slow down and quickly left the hanging scene. Fu Ping'an noticed that neither the military police on duty nor the onlookers saluted their rulers, and he was too lazy to even look at them.

The convoy passed through the city and passed a dusty road. There was a barbed wire in front of the road. The warning signs used words and graphics to indicate that those who entered the entrant might be shot and killed. There were red and white barricades on the road. Four armed personnel checked the documents of the King's Convoy before they were released. When the vehicle passed by them, Fu Ping'an looked at the clothes and weapons of the guards. Their uniforms were ironed khaki shirts and trousers, their legs were tied in shiny high-tube military boots, and a Glock pistol in the holster at the waist. They held an mp5 submachine gun in their hands. Both mental outlook and weapons were three points better than the Xingmatai Army I saw yesterday.

Passing this door, the road became wide and flat, with eye-catching yellow signs on the black asphalt road. On both sides are large workshops, factories, warehouses and office areas, with green shades and fountains. Compared with the dilapidated urban area, this place has been advanced for at least thirty years.

Two flags are flying above the office area. The flagpole height is different. The one with the high is the Xingmatai national flag, and the one with a strong modern pattern is the flag. The flower l surrounded by laurel branches is the same as the logo on the guard’s chest.

The convoy stopped at the door of the cold storage. The waiter got out of the car and showed the documents. A white man led them in. The temperature here was very low, and the forklifts were passing by, which was obviously the place where the refrigerated goods were located, but what they saw was Owenhao's body.

After treatment, Owenhao's body was wiped off, and his blood was wiped off, and his clothes were changed. His face was lifelike. Although no one liked this person very much, he still lowered his head and observed the body. He was a hard-core player when he saw it.

Matteo Ci said: "We have contacted Owenhao's family. They are not able to pick up the body and return to the port, so I will send someone to send the body back to HK and take the cargo plane at night. If you are willing to go back, you can also take a shuttle."

Pan Xiaoyang was the first to clear his relationship: "Actually, as companions, we should go to Hong Kong to give an explanation to his family, but I really can't do it, and I don't have the courage to face them."

Matteo Cy nodded in pain: "I understand. I will appoint staff to apologize and compensate them for one million dollars. Let's say goodbye to Owenhao."

The roar of the plane engine came from the sky, indicating that there was an airport nearby. Fu Ping'an was a little puzzled. Why did Owenhao's body be placed in the company's cold storage and why the body was transported by cargo planes? He could vaguely guess the answer, but he was not sure.

Matteo stood in front of Owenhao's body for a long time, but finally left silently without saying a word.

Fu Ping'an didn't know what the relationship was between Matteo and Owenhao. He only knew that among the famous shareholders of Malacca Investment, there was the Ministry of Finance of the State of Taiwan, and Owenhao was the head of the Malacca Investment stationed in Omi. The office was established purely for Pan Xiaoyang. It is hard to say that the two people don't know each other.

After the simple and short farewell ceremony of the body, everyone took a bus to leave. This time they did not walk the same way, but continued to go south and crossed the huge factory area. This area was larger than expected. After leaving the office area, there was a large plantation. The pillar industry of Xingmatai was coffee and tropical wood, which must be the lifeline of the economy.

"Xingmatai has the best coffee in the world." Matteo Ci took the initiative to mention the plants outside the window. "We are not the highest yield, but we must have the best quality. Our coffee beans are strictly selected by hand. They have a mellow and lubricating taste, and are not sour or astringent. They are the best among coffee."

"Do you have any cat shit coffee?" Pan Xiaoyang asked.

"Of course, but the production process is cruel, and I personally do not agree with this method of production." Matteo Ci said, "Emily, what do you like to eat the most?"

The topic jumped too quickly, but Pan Xiaoyang still replied: "I like foie gras, avocado, and caviar."

Matteo Ci said: "Shield you in a room and give you caviar every day. After a week, you will feel like vomiting when you see caviar. Cat shit coffee, like foie gras, is a luxury that is built on the pain of animals."

"Then I won't eat foie gras in the future." Pan Xiaoyang stuck out his tongue, "Your plantation is so big. It's been a long time since you've been out."

Matteo Chou did not respond and started a new topic: "Now take you to the beach and see the beach and the sunset."

A cargo plane took off in the distance, and the sign on the tail was still the big one. This company was obviously not run by Matteo.

"Do they use planes to transport coffee beans?" Sa Zhiyuan wondered, "Isn't this a cost too high?"

"Airplanes are commuters, and of course they need to use a cargo ship to transport bulk cargo." Matteo C is still willing to answer this question.

The convoy drove for a long time and finally got out of the barbed wire and arrived at a beach resort. There was finally a mobile phone signal and a wifi hotel. While washing and sorting in the room, Fu Ping'an checked the name of the company with his mobile phone. It was Lloyds International United Coffee Company, which is one of the top five coffee merchants in the world. It mainly engages in planting business and has large-scale plantations in Brazil, Indonesia and other countries.

Xingmatai is one of the "waiting for the country". If you put yourself in the shoes of Matteo C, you can understand his pain. The lifeline of the country's economy is controlled by a foreign company, but it is not bad to have taxes and provide jobs. Just like those poor counties in China, attracting investment is the most important thing. First get rid of poverty and get rich, then consider others.

The beach here is beautiful. At the end of the long white sand beach is a coconut forest. The sunset is setting, lounge chairs and cocktails. This life is so pleasant. The people living in the resort are foreigners, and only the waiters are black, thin and short locals. Matteo Ci did not play with them. He had other important things to do. Fu Ping'an and Sa Zhiyuan each rode a four-wheeled motorcycle on the beach. The two raced and galloped towards the end of the beach. Finally, they both arrived at the finish line. At the end of the beach is a coconut forest. There is a fence outside the coconut forest. At the top is an insurmountable snake-bellied barbed wire. On the other end of the fence are two thin children, looking at everything about the resort.

"They don't belong here." Sa Zhiyuan pointed to the sign on the wire mesh and said that they could only see the back of the sign, but they could guess the content on the front, which was nothing more than "no entry for private beaches", and this resort seemed to be run by foreigners.

"Do you have money?" Fu Ping'an asked, he couldn't see the child's pitiful eyes.

"I have a little change." Sa Zhiyuan understood and took out two dollar bills of one dollar from his swimming trousers. This was the money used to give tips. He handed them to the two children. The children took the money and looked over and over again, they didn't know the US dollar.

Sa Zhiyuan can speak some Malay, the official languages ​​of Xingmatai and English and Malay. Only educated people can speak English. Children in the fishing village can only speak Malay, but their dialect is a bit difficult to understand. After a communication, Sa Zhiyuan realized that these two children did not yearn for the happy life of the resort, but wanted to see their mothers.

It turned out that their mother was a waiter here. Sa Zhiyuan asked your father. The children performed a play. One played the father, lying down and drinking all day, and the other played the mother, working diligently to support the family. However, their father often beats her mother. Their acting vividly made Fu Ping'an and Sa Zhiyuan laugh, but after laughing, he felt angry, why are the men here lazy to eat and be lazy?

After returning, the dinner also began. Because there was a king here, the dinner specifications were raised to black. Fu Ping'an did not wear formal clothes at all. Fortunately, there were everything in the hotel. The king's servants rented them a complete set of black evening gowns. In addition to the dresses, the ladies prepared even the jewelry.

"This is much more advanced than the Haitian Festival." Mu Lan was very excited. She had never attended such a banquet, so Pan Xiaoyang became much calmer. She said, "Don't mention the Haitian Festival, it's not the same thing at all."

However, this place is a beach resort rather than a royal palace, and only the opening of the banquet is more formal. Soon everyone took off their serious disguise and began to indulge in the mood. The waiter shuttled around like a lantern, serving fine wine and delicacies to the guests.

"Didn't this mean this is a poor country? I'll have to consume one thousandth of the GDP in one night." Sa Zhiyuan sneered. He couldn't stand this luxury.

"Maybe it's increasing GDP. After all, this is stimulating consumption and belongs to the tertiary industry." Fu Ping'an has studied political economy and will not be so extreme in looking at problems. Even if it is a deformed prosperity, it is better than poverty.

The night of carnival was slowly dispersed in time. When Fu Ping'an woke up, he found that the atmosphere in the resort was not right. The police car came and the ambulance also came. He asked the waiter what happened. The waiter smiled professionally and said that he knew nothing.

But Fu Ping'an saw the body covered with white cloth on a stretcher, and saw a thin man standing next to the body with two children, helpless and confused. The two children were exactly what he saw next to the coconut grove yesterday.

"This man's wife was killed and had been tortured... cruelly before her death." Matteo Ci walked to Fu Ping'an's side and watched the scene downstairs side by side with him.

"Where is the murderer?" Fu Ping'an asked.

"There are three murderers, and they will be punished by law after drinking." Matteo Ci was still calm, and it seemed that it was not the first time that such a thing happened.

The local police brought out three dejected guys from the room. The murderers were all white, tall and big, wearing floral shirts and beach pants. Just as the police were about to take them away, three Land Rover guards drove in, and more than a dozen khaki uniformed security guards got out of the car. The two sides began to negotiate, and the local police were obviously not in a good mood.

"Aren't you planning to intervene?" Fu Ping'an looked at Matteo Ci sideways and seriously.

Matteo looked at him expressionlessly and turned back to the room until Lloyd's security guard forced him to take away the murderer.
Chapter completed!