"Mr. Byrne, Suat was a military dictator. He kept his word in the country of Thousand Islands.
He was supported and supported by Citigroup and England with great effort, are you really willing to give up so easily?"
The world is full of hustle and bustle for profit. Traffickers and lackeys can kill each other for small profits. In the game between countries, they can also go to any lengths to make huge profits.
After Du Weiguo pondered for a while, he was still a little unbelievable and asked carefully. Bourne smiled and nodded enigmatically:
"Well, to be honest, it does feel a bit painful to give up the current good situation of ink pads, but Mr. Wesley, you also know that our nature is businessmen, and we are the best at weighing the pros and cons, and putting interests first.
It is not difficult to decide between the two choices of becoming a life-and-death enemy with the Evil God and abandoning the dictator Suat."
There was a hint of flattery and admiration in Bourne's words, but Du Weiguo didn't feel proud at all. Anyway, he felt a biting chill lingering in his heart, making him shudder.
A military dictatorship that was built with great pains can be abandoned so easily. It is like abandoning a broken foundation without any delay.
This can only explain one problem. The structure and courage of the Freemasons are astonishing, and they have firmly controlled the situation and lifeblood of the Thousand Islands Country. No matter how violent the storm, they are unmoved.
Another point is that Du Weiguo has now figured out that this design makes him not a human being inside and outside, and the difficult game within the game must be the work of Freemasonry.
As for whether the person holding the son is the Bourne in front of him, Du Weiguo also has no idea. However, through the performance of Bourne and Soros, it is not difficult to draw a very superficial conclusion. The Freemasonry is indeed full of talents and elites.
Such terrifying means of turning your hands into clouds and turning your hands into rain, how can you not make people tremble with fear and make their hair stand on end? The invisible invisible enemy is the scariest thing.
Du Weiguo calmed down and asked in a deep voice:
"Mr. Byrne, since the mission goals are the same, why do you go to all the trouble to obstruct the cooperation between me and the KGB?"
Bourne took a leisurely puff of his pipe and slowly exhaled the smoke:
"Although the goal is the same, the purpose is completely different, the starting point and standpoint are also different, and the process is completely different in sequence. In addition, we also pay special attention to the added value.
In other words, Mr. Wesley, what we, the Freemasons, care more about than the task itself is that we can become a trusting partnership with you."
Bourne glanced at Du Weiguo, who was expressionless, and continued:
"Mr. Wesley, there is no need for you to have the slightest doubt about our sincerity. We will discuss future tasks with you in detail and try our best to safeguard our interests without violating your personal wishes."
To be honest, Du Weiguo was indeed a bit grandiose when the Freemasonry maintained such a low profile, and his tone couldn't help but become gentler:
"Mr. Bourne, thank you for your compliment. I am flattered. I will seriously consider your proposal."
Bourne blew his pipe gently and his smile became deeper:
"Ha, Mr. Sha Shen, you're welcome. We are businessmen and we only measure value, and you are definitely worthy of our attention.
Apart from this matter, our previous proposals to cover up the cause of Turgenev's death and invest in the Guyana Free Trade Zone are still valid and the conditions remain unchanged.
Also, we can fully cooperate with the underground business in the South Korea area that you are interested in, and we can even circulate it directly through the Incheon Military Port. You can consider these comprehensively, and I am always waiting for your reply."
Du Weiguo secretly sighed in his heart, being omnipotent, covering the sky with one hand, calculating all possible plans, swallowing mountains and rivers with anger, this is the horror of Freemasonry.
They operate at the extreme limit of their abilities, and the conditions they offer make it impossible for you to refuse.
The next day, late at night, at Fengqing Yunlan, Smith Maritime Company, Reina's stronghold, Du Weiguo was lying on the bed with his clothes on, a cigarette in his mouth, eyes closed and deep in thought.
Reina came over, took the cigarette butt from his mouth, flicked the ashes, put it in her mouth and took a puff:
"Wesley, what are you worried about? The Freemasons have always been arrogant and arrogant. Now they have lowered their stance and offered such generous conditions. This is absolutely unprecedented."
Du Weiguo slowly opened his eyes, smacked his lips, held his head in his hands, and sounded very tired:
"Rena, what Natasha and I planned was a top-secret top-secret mission. It was already penetrated like a broken sieve before it was even started, and everyone knew it.
And this mission, it is very likely that it has been carefully designed before it is executed. You, me, CIA, and Turgenev are all pawns, and the ending has been designed. It makes me shudder to think about it.
."
Reina looked ugly, took a deep drag on the cigarette, threw the cigarette butt hard on the ground, crushed it hard, and gritted her teeth:
"Fu*k! If nothing else, this incident must be caused by those eggless softies from mi5, getting mixed up with old silver coins like the Freemasons, and conspiring to plot against me."
"Huh~"
Life is like chess. I thought I had jumped out of the cage and become a chess player. Sadly, I am still a chess piece from beginning to end. The invisible big hand is still playing chess, like a puppet on strings, involuntarily.
Feeling powerless again, Du Weiguo did not speak, but sighed helplessly.
Lei Na saw that Du Weiguo was a little frustrated, and felt very guilty. She slowly came over, lay beside him, and said in a gentle voice:
"Wesley, don't sigh. You are an omnipotent god. Even the Freemasons have lowered their noble heads this time. This is the first time since World War II that they have adopted such a low profile and compromised."
Du Weiguo sneered:
"Ha! Compromise, stop making trouble, Reina, they are essentially monsters that eat people without spitting out bones. All uncontrollable dangerous factors will be eradicated at all costs.
Their current posture is nothing more than cowardice and delaying time.
I guess I killed the guy who could control metal neatly and temporarily frightened them. They hesitated for a while, so they had no choice but to come up with seemingly favorable conditions to stabilize me."
Lei Na heard the fear in Du Weiguo's tone, her brows furrowed, and her tone couldn't help but become a little anxious:
"Wesley, since that guy who can control metal is so dangerous, why didn't you take the opportunity to get rid of him?"
The corner of Du Weiguo's mouth curled up, and a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes:
"Why should I get rid of him? This guy is very valuable, a full 20 million, which is still a US dollar. Besides.
I don’t think I’m returning empty-handed this time, that boy Joseph’s ability is mental control, and he specializes in restraining all those with abilities.”
Reina frowned and her expression became more and more worried:
"Wesley, take in the Night Stalker. I think you are just playing with fire. If I had known, you would have captured his adoptive father, Paul King, with your own hands."
Du Weiguo gently rubbed Reina's back and sneered:
"Ha, that boy Joseph is smart. He knows very well that I am just a tool. Reina, if your relatives were killed, would you seek revenge from the murderer or the weapon?"
Reina was furious: "Wesley, then according to you, I am his enemy?"
A monster who is proficient in mind control has become a life-and-death enemy. Thinking of this, Reina felt like sitting on pins and needles. She suddenly turned over and sat up, and her hair stood on end.
If I had known, that boy Night Demon would be resting downstairs right now, and now that he has completely regained his consciousness, sleeping with the enemy would make me tremble with fear just thinking about it.
Du Weiguo curled his lips indifferently:
"Tch, why are you panicking? Is Paul King dead now? Whose hands is he now?"
Reina shook her head:
"No, he has been handed over to the CIA. He should not die for a while, but I guess after draining all the value, he will not escape death in the end."
Du Weiguo curled his lips and said in a lazy voice:
"Then it's settled. If Paul Jin is willing to be a gangster, he has to pay for his actions. You are just a tool that is used by others. Every wrongdoer has his own debtor. Joseph will not be right or wrong."
Indiscriminate."
Lei Na had already thought about it a little now. Du Weiguo's grandson was clearly playing a double act. These words just now should have been said to the night devil downstairs.
This guy is a person with abilities, and his hearing cannot be evaluated by common sense. No wonder Du Weiguo was uncharacteristically speaking in English today. Damn, he was speaking in Chinese. The kid couldn't understand what Night Demon said!
After figuring out the joint, Lei Na was angry and happy at the same time. She rolled her eyes at Du Weiguo angrily, and her tone became more relaxed:
"Your Excellency Sha Shen, what are you thinking now? Do you want to make peace with the Freemasons? Or do you want to fight to the death?"
Du Weiguo curled his lips and said in a teasing tone:
"You're crazy! I showed 100% sincerity and offered you a bait I couldn't refuse. My little arms can't twist my thick thighs, so naturally I can't be ignorant."
Lei Na lay next to Du Weiguo's ear and lowered her voice:
"Wesley, since you also know that they have no good intentions towards you, now you are just delaying the war and are you still seeking skin from the tiger?"
Du Weiguo sneered and said in a domineering tone:
"Ha! He has a good plan. I have a ladder. Time is mine. When my disciples have grown up, even the Freemasons will tremble at my feet."
This is true. The stimulation of Freemasonry has ignited Du Weiguo's ambition. He doesn't want to be influenced by anyone anymore.
The Evil Gods under Du Weiguo are not weak at all and have huge potential. Together with the Night Demon, they just make up for the last shortcoming.
Although his ability is powerful, Du Weiguo is not afraid of it. Not to mention his own mental barrier, Duhani's ability is mind reading. If he wants to betray him, there is no way.
What's more, there is Miss Hu who has transformed into a human being and has boundless magical power. When she returns, the Evil Gods will surely be as stable as Mount Tai.
The next day, in Cheongdam-dong, in the living room of the courtyard mansion where Bourne was located, Du Weiguo was shaking hands with a short, middle-aged man with a serious look on his face.
This man's name is Lee Hyun-joong, and he is the president of CJ Transportation in South Korea. The CJ Group can be regarded as one of South Korea's unicorn-level chaebols in later generations, but its name is not as prominent as Samsung's.
CJ Logistics has a little reputation and is relatively unknown, but it almost monopolizes all domestic freight logistics work, including the logistics and transportation of Citigroup military bases. Its network extends to every corner and is deeply rooted.
This Li Xianzhong was the agent for the underground business in South Korea that the Freemasons were looking for. Du Weiguo was very satisfied with this.
As expected, he was very generous and used the white gloves of the chaebol to engage in this business. This operation was absolutely lightning-fast and invincible.
After sitting down, Li Xianzhong kept his posture very low and his tone was humble:
"Mr. Wesley, it's a pleasure to meet you. Please explain how we will implement this project."
Du Weiguo sat lazily on the sofa and did not answer immediately. Instead, he pulled out a cigarette. Soros immediately took out a lighter and lit it for him.
Seeing Soros's performance, Li Xianzhong's pupils trembled and his expression became stern. You know, Soros is an out-and-out big shot.
He is not only the general manager of HSBC's Korea region, but also controls the underground banks in South Korea. He is a god of wealth.
At the same time, Soros is also a peripheral member of Freemasonry. Although he is not a core member of the High Table, he cannot be underestimated.
He is in the same rank as the head and chairman of CJ Group, Li Mengxi, and is someone Li Xianzhong needs to look up to.
But a big shot like him, in front of Du Weiguo, obviously acted like a groveling servant. This young, handsome and outrageous man was probably a true god, and could only be worshiped without being offended in the slightest.
The Korean people have a deep concept of stage and hierarchy in their bones. Almost in an instant, the only other thoughts in Li Xian's mind completely disappeared, and he worked hard to serve carefully.
Du Weiguo glanced at the change in Li Xianzhong's eyes and knew that his goal had been achieved, so he stopped making excuses.
"President Li, there should be no problems with transportation, sales, and payment collection in South Korea, right?"
Li Xianzhong replied without hesitation:
"Mr. Wesley, I can guarantee that there will be no problems in these aspects."
Du Weiguo nodded and asked in a calm tone: "The source of goods is in the Triangle, and the shipping port in Siam is Pattaya. Are there any problems with shipping?"
Li Xianzhong briefly thought:
"There is absolutely no problem with shipping. It's just that on the journey from the Triangle to Pattaya, I don't have the right armed forces yet. Mr. Wesley, I'm very sorry. I will form one as soon as possible~~"
Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke, waved his hand indifferently, and interrupted him directly:
"You don't have to worry about land transportation in the Siam area. There are escorts from the Triangle to Chiang Mai, and there are also dedicated escorts from Chiang Mai to Bangkok. As for Pattaya, no one dares to bomb."
This is Kuncha and Wan Zhongkui's attempt to please Du Weiguo and provide considerate after-sales service to his related customers. Of course, Kuncha is free of charge, while Wan Zhongkui charges a fee, but the fee is still reasonable.
Upon hearing this, Li Xianzhong's eyes suddenly flashed with admiration, and he complimented him neither lightly nor seriously:
"Mr. Wesley is indeed wise and has every plan. If that's the case, then there won't be any problem."
Du Weiguo automatically ignored this nutritious rainbow fart and gently rubbed the cigarette stem:
"President Li, I don't know much about the local political ecology of South Korea. We are doing this side business. Do we need to clear up the relationship? How should the profits be distributed?"
When it came to the meaty part, Li Xianzhong suddenly looked solemn:
"Mr. Wesley, I did a brief research. According to past practice, the cost is about 30%, with the prosecutor and the police each accounting for 15%, and the gross profit is about 40%."
The world is as black as crows, and in this strange place like Goryeo, the prosecutors, the police, and the dealers are all colluding. They sit in rows with clearly marked prices and divide the fruits.
Du Weiguo curled his lips:
"Okay, since it's the norm, I won't break it. If I break the rules, I'll just stick to the original ratio. As for the net profit, you and I will get half of it."
Du Weiguo's lion opened his mouth wide and swallowed half of it in one bite. However, Li Xianzhong behaved very submissively without any objection:
"Okay, Mr. Wesley, as you wish, do you have anything else to explain?"
Du Weiguo crushed the cigarette butt, stood up, his eyes were heavy and his tone was sharp:
"There are really two points. First, President Li, the accounts must be clean and don't spend money, otherwise you will definitely die and no one can save you.
Second, since those greedy and stupid officials have received money, they have to do things. Those who only eat and do not work, just kill them as a warning to others, do you understand?"
Du Weiguo made a motion of slitting his throat, and a trace of evil flashed in his eyes. Li Xinzhong suddenly felt cold all over, and his hair stood on end. He stood up quickly, bowed and nodded:
"I understand, I understand, Mr. Wesley, please rest assured that I will handle it properly."
A moment later, a black Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud drove smoothly on the road. Soros took a peek at the expressionless Du Weiguo:
"Mr. Wesley, when will we implement the share authorization for the Guyana Free Trade Zone? I can prepare funds in advance."
Du Weiguo looked out the window, gently rubbing the handmade walnut handrail, which felt silky smooth, and asked in a teasing tone:
"Soros, where is Mr. Byrne?"
Soros' tone was choked: "Well, Mr. Bourne is in a hurry and has already left Seoul."
Du Weiguo had a teasing expression and sneered: "Heh, Mr. Bourne has probably gone to the Thousand Islands Country?"
Soros' eyes evaded and his tone stuttered: "I, I don't know much about Mr. Byrne's itinerary."
When a scholar meets a soldier, he can't explain why. Soros was originally an unparalleled eloquent politician, but when he met Du Weiguo, the evil god, he couldn't even say anything.
It is not surprising that Bourne went to the Thousand Islands Country. Although this country did not have a high sense of existence in later generations, it actually has great strategic significance.