Although Lei Na didn't say it explicitly, Du Weiguo knew the implication of her words very well and reminded him almost every word.
Don't overestimate your capabilities, throw an egg at a stone, and don't provoke the Freemasons. Money can communicate with the gods, and the big stick of capital is full of firepower, which cannot be stopped by manpower.
Thinking about it further, the MI6 and the Freemasonry that Reina is affiliated with are very closely connected and inextricably linked. It feels a bit like a nest of snakes and rats, and they are colluding together.
Even Reina herself is very likely to be their peripheral flag. After all, everything is possible in front of the human heart and the artifact.
The great thief Yuan Datou once said: As long as the price is right, anyone can buy it. If it fails, the weight is not enough.
Du Weiguo was silent. After a while, he blew out a puff of smoke, put out the cigarette butt, and smacked his lips:
"Rena, I have said before, I am not interested in Freemasonry, no matter how strong they are, it has nothing to do with me.
Although Yan Tong is their lackey, I guess it was you who were the matchmakers, so you should be familiar with him, right?"
Du Weiguo's tone was very calm, but Reina could really feel the chill contained in it, and couldn't help but shudder, feeling chills all over her body.
Reina subconsciously tightened the quilt, frowned, and her tone became lower:
"Wesley, tell me, why did Yan Tong provoke you? Let me see if there is room for recovery."
Lei Na's words were full of protective meaning. Du Weiguo smiled, spread his hands, shook his head, showing a lazy look:
"Hey, Reina, don't worry. In fact, he didn't provoke me. Didn't I just set a new share ratio?
I was worried that Yan Tong, an old silver coin, would suddenly jump out and explode, so I came here to ask you just to prevent trouble before it happens."
Upon hearing this, Reina's expression was extremely shocked, her green eyes widened, and then she jumped up and roared like a Persian cat whose tail had been stepped on:
"Wesley, you are crazy! Just for such a trivial matter, you came here to scare people in the middle of the night?"
Du Weiguo's expression seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and his tone was teasing:
"Such a trivial matter? Cutting off someone's financial path is like killing one's parents. This is a loss of 10% of the income, which is said to be tens of millions a year. It is inevitable that he will be jealous and take risks."
Lei Na rolled her eyes at Du Weiguo angrily:
"Don't worry, Yan Tong controls the business of underground banks in Hong Kong and makes money every day. He doesn't value black money that much.
Besides, this old fox has always cherished his life and knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. If you lend him a few courages, he won't dare to provoke you."
Du Weiguo had a joking expression and nodded noncommittally:
"Okay, if that's the case, then I'm relieved. Don't worry, Reina, I won't provoke the Freemasons. Okay, seeing as you don't care about the food, I'll leave first."
Reina's eyes were dim, with a hint of unnoticeable confusion flashing across her face. She pressed her lips tightly and said nothing.
There is no end to the banquet, but unknowingly, due to Freemasonry, a crack has appeared in the unbreakable alliance between Du Weiguo and Lei Na.
At dawn, the sky was not bright yet, the clouds were still thick, but the rain had stopped. Du Weiguo didn't even drive the car, but took a leisurely stroll, walking alone and aimlessly on the wet streets.
Suddenly, Du Weiguo was a little confused. He had no intention of communicating at the moment and had nowhere to go. Over with Zhao Yingnan, Pang Xiaoqing was accompanying him, and at his own residence, there was Joseph, a little money man.
His stomach rumbled, and Du Weiguo rubbed his stomach irritably. Damn, after struggling all day and night, he was so hungry that his chest was pressed to his back even before his teeth were wet.
Du Weiguo raised his head, looked around, walked a few steps, found a tea restaurant that was still open and relatively clean, opened the door and walked in.
Yes, there are already 24-hour tea restaurants on Hong Kong Island now, but they are far less numerous than in later generations.
It was still early, there were not many customers in the store, and a few sleepy-eyed waiters who had stayed up all night were gathered together listlessly, smoking and drinking water.
I randomly picked a seat by the window, and a waiter came over lazily, his tone somewhat dismissive:
"What to eat?"
Du Weiguo didn't bother to argue with him. He ordered some food with ease and threw a few large bills on the table.
"Thank you boss, please have tea first. The meal will be ready soon!"
Money can make a fool of himself. When he saw a few hundred-dollar bills on the table, the clerk's eyes lit up and he woke up instantly.
He quickly put away the banknotes, with a bright smile on his face, and poured tea and served him enthusiastically without looking at anything.
Du Weiguo waved his hand in a somewhat disgusted manner, and he immediately nodded and bowed and retreated.
Hong Kong Island is known as the capital of gourmet food, but after staying here for a long time, there are only a few types of food to eat, which are mostly the same, at least for morning tea.
Soon, the boy brought over all the food Du Weiguo ordered, including rice rolls, shrimp dumplings, steamed siomai, barbecued pork buns, custard buns, carrot cakes, wontons, beef brisket noodles, and egg tarts~~.
Du Weiguo was really hungry and not short of money. Basically, he bought a portion of everything the store had and could do.
The taste of this store was okay, neither amazing nor unpalatable. It was quite satisfactory. Du Weiguo's stomach was pounding like thunder, so he didn't bother to taste it carefully. He devoured it like a storm.
When the sky was just about to get bright, Du Weiguo finally filled his stomach and sat at the window smoking a cigarette in a daze. At this time, there were already more and more diners in the store.
There are people walking, doing morning exercises, working, and walking birds. The seats are packed, noisy and playful, and full of fireworks.
The business of this store was good. After a while, people were sharing tables and waiting to be seated. Fortunately, Du Weiguo was a big customer.
His clothes were extraordinary and he had an awe-inspiring demeanor. The key was that the few banknotes he just dropped casually were enough for the shop's business for a day. Naturally, no one looked at him and came to chase him away.
"Huh?"
At this moment, Du Weiguo's eyes suddenly narrowed, and with sharp eyes like a falcon, he stared out the window at a used silver-gray Toyota car, his brows slightly wrinkled.
"What's going on? How did they get together?"
Immediately, Du Weiguo stood up suddenly, opened the door and walked out, flagged down a taxi, and chased the Toyota.
The sky was bright, and the Toyota car slowly stopped in front of the villa in Pak Sha Wan, Sai Kung, where the Evil Gods had settled.
Ma Wu got out of the car quickly, and there was a middle-aged man sitting in the back seat. He didn't get out of the car. It was Mr. Huo who hadn't seen him for half a year.
Du Weiguo did not hide his whereabouts and got out of the taxi. He walked quickly towards Ma Wu with a cold face.
Du Weiguo looked unhappy. He was indeed a little angry. He was angry that Ma Wu was confused and ineffective in doing things, and he was also angry that Mr. Huo was disrespectful and did not know the importance of things.
As the saying goes, the son of a rich man cannot sit down in public. Although Du Weiguo's identity is not highly confidential, it is still very sensitive and cannot be exposed to the light.
Mr. Huo actually came to the door so rashly and carelessly, and he came in a Mawu car. Once he was noticed by someone with ulterior motives, it would cause trouble.
Ma Wu is also a veteran of many battles. He spotted the taxi following him early in the morning, and when he used the traffic light to slow down, he got into the wrong car and confirmed Du Weiguo's identity.
At this moment, seeing Du Weiguo's dark face and Ma Wu's sophisticated expression, he immediately realized that he was angry, and hurriedly ran forward and explained:
"Sir, Mr. Huo said that he has urgent matters to see you, and he cannot convey them to you. He must tell you face to face. I have no choice but to bring him here to try my luck."
Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's expression brightened slightly. Strictly speaking, Ma Wu was not to be blamed for this matter. He and his subordinates had always pursued a hidden front.
He has always taken the initiative to contact each other on a one-way basis, and they usually don't have much contact with each other, and they all go their own way.
Du Weiguo's dragon has never been seen before, let alone Ma Wu. Even Lei Na, who is well-informed and has great magical powers, cannot always lock his whereabouts.
Mr. Huo is also a very powerful figure at the University of Hong Kong. If he wants to find Du Weiguo, he can definitely go through Lei Luo or Lei Na's relationship.
But Mr. Huo actually didn't hesitate to end up personally, and deliberately bypassed Reina and the others to find Ma Wu. This intention is worth pondering.
"Damn it, is there something going on in the north?"
Du Weiguo's heart tightened, and he was thinking secretly, but his face was calm and steady as a mountain:
"I understand, Fifth Master, how is Xiaoma doing?"
Ma Wu's tone was very calm:
"Thanks to Mr. Ma, the pony has woken up. The doctor said that his bones and organs were not injured. He will be active again after a period of rest."
Du Weiguo nodded:
"That's good, Mr. Wu, I have already explained it to Megan. From now on, Xiao Ma will be the director of Universal Pictures, accounting for 20% of the shares."
Ma Wu's eyes were red, and he burst into tears of gratitude: "Thank you sir~"
Du Weiguo patted him on the shoulder: "This is what we should do. Fifth Master, let's go in first."
A moment later, in the small living room to the east of the villa, Du Weiguo and Mr. Huo sat across from each other. After Ma Wu served tea, he said softly and humbly:
"Sir, Mr. Huo, let's talk first. I'll be waiting in the car outside the door. If you need anything, just call me."
Mr. Huo nodded very politely, and Du Weiguo nodded: "Okay, Fifth Master, you go first."
After Ma Wu left, Mr. Huo picked up the tea cup, took a leisurely sip of tea, looked around, and joked with a smile:
"My little friend, I haven't seen you for half a year, but you are even more charming than before. You are turning the clouds around, scolding Fang Qiu, and creating a great situation."
Although Du Weiguo and Mr. Huo have not seen each other for half a year, they have cooperated a lot and their relationship has become increasingly close.
Mr. Huo is a far-sighted and ambitious businessman. Within half a year, Mr. Huo has invested heavily in building a 28-story resort hotel on the beach in Pattaya.
At the same time, a boutique residential community covering an area of more than 200 acres and a living area of tens of thousands of square meters was built in the most prosperous area of Pattaya, adjacent to the pedestrian street.
The two projects, with a total investment of more than 100 million US dollars, are quite explosive in today's Pattaya, Siam, and even the entire Southeast Asia region.
A rising tide lifts all boats. It is such an earth-shattering and absolutely epic move, and the effect on the local economy is naturally immediate.
Coupled with Moran and Sompa, one black and one white, one light and one dark, the iron-fisted governance was carried out in Pattaya, and the public security was good. All gangs behaved themselves and did not violate the rules of the citizens and tourists.
Pattaya can now be described as rapidly changing and thriving, as if it already has the beginnings of a free country.
Of course, Queen Triss, the actual controller of Pattaya, also participated in this epic project.
With a wave of her hand, she directly bought 40% of the shares, and also undertook all the infrastructure projects and raw material supply. She worked very closely and happily with Mr. Huo.
Mr. Huo now has a deeper and deeper understanding of Du Weiguo. In front of him is this handsome and handsome young man who is as motionless as a mountain.
He has done so many incredible and earth-shattering things, and Mr. Huo is convinced and amazed by him.
Du Weiguo lit a cigarette and said in a deep voice:
"Mr. Huo, to be honest, when I saw your sudden visit, I felt quite uneasy. I was so nervous that I had no intention of exchanging pleasantries."
Mr. Huo naturally understood what Du Weiguo meant, raised his eyebrows and smiled casually:
"Hey, little friend, you don't have to worry about this. I didn't bring any bad news when I came today. It's indeed a bit urgent to come here rashly."
Du Weiguo didn't say anything, he lowered his eyelids and smoked, waiting for the next words. Mr. Huo didn't continue to talk about it:
"Little friend, I came to see you today. I have three things in total."
When he heard that there were actually three things, Du Weiguo couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at him, slightly surprised, but his tone remained calm and concise:
"Mr. Huo, please speak."
Mr. Huo adjusted his glasses frame, and there was no trace of ink:
"Okay, let me tell you the first thing. The 100 million Hong Kong dollars you asked Lei Luo to transfer to me have been replaced by the most urgently needed chemical fertilizers and pesticides in the mainland. They were transferred to Guangdong Province in the name of free donations from anonymous overseas patriots.
Already."
"Fertilizers, pesticides?"
Du Weiguo couldn't help frowning. Of course he understood why the north was in urgent need of these things. It was because of some special reasons that there was a shortage of food.
"Mr. Huo, why didn't you buy the grain and transport it there?"
The purchasing power of 100 million Hong Kong dollars is serious. Currently, except for South Korea, no large-scale war has broken out anywhere else in the world.
Therefore, the price of grain is relatively low. The current retail price of a pound of finely ground wheat flour in Hong Kong Island is 50 cents.
With 100 million Hong Kong dollars, you can buy hundreds of thousands of tons of wheat or rice. If you change it to corn, soybeans, potatoes, etc., it will be even more, which is enough to meet the urgent need.
Mr. Huo shook his head helplessly, with a melancholy tone:
"My friend, the food is good, it is ready to eat, and it can relieve the urgent needs, but I am afraid it cannot be transported to the north. Fertilizers and pesticides require cycles, and they also require technology, which is barely within the controllable range."
Although Mr. Huo spoke very cryptically, Du Weiguo still understood and sighed secretly in his heart. Unexpectedly, the situation had deteriorated so much.
"Mr. Huo, you did the right thing and thought more carefully than I did. Thank you for your work."
Mr. Huo smiled heartily:
"Ha! My little friend, you are so polite. You have done such a great thing to bring Buddhas to thousands of families, and you are so proud of it. I can be a part of it and help you in a small way. It's not too late to be happy."
Du Weiguo quickly waved his hand and said modestly:
"Mr. Huo, you praise me too much. These are all ill-gotten gains, and I deserve them. Holding a hot hand, you'd better move on to the second thing."
He is magnificent and vain, taking credit without being proud. Such people are like dragons and phoenixes. It is not in vain that Lily cares about him and never forgets him. It is just that the flowers are falling and the water is ruthless. Alas~
Mr. Huo sighed in his heart, turned around a thousand times, took another sip of tea, and then gathered his thoughts and continued:
"The second thing is that Director Yang of Bank of China Hong Kong Branch, entrusted by that gentleman, wants to meet with you."
While Mr. Huo was speaking, he also used his fingers to write the character "zhou" on the coffee table. When he saw this character, Du Weiguo felt as if he was struck by lightning, his eyes tightened, and he was stunned.
The figure of an old man with a tall figure and a strong stride appeared in his mind instantly.
This gentleman, or more specifically the old man, was one of the few people he respected. Du Weiguo's breathing quickened, and his tone became a little excited:
"Then, that gentleman, he wants to see me?"
Seeing Du Weiguo's reaction, Mr. Huo's eyes became even more appreciative. He smiled and nodded calmly:
"That's right, it's that gentleman. He's looking for you by name."
I have not been forgotten!
Du Weiguo was emotionally agitated. His fists were clenched, his nose was sore, and his eye circles were a little warm. He took several deep breaths in succession and exhaled a long breath to barely suppress the surging emotions.
Du Weiguo put out the cigarette butt, calmed down his emotions, and said with a wry smile:
"Mr. Huo, I'm sorry. I lost my temper for a moment. Please continue talking."
"Ha! My little friend, you have a real temperament! It's all obvious."
Mr. Huo clasped his hands and laughed, his eyes full of unpretentious appreciation, and then changed the topic: "The last thing is that I am an old friend of mine. I want you to help me with something?"
Du Weiguo has regained his composure and said in a calm tone: "What's the matter?"
Mr. Huo paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about it, and then he knocked on the table:
"The thing is like this. I have an old friend who I have known for many years. His surname is Bao, and his name is Bao Yugang. You should have heard of him. He specializes in maritime transportation.
Lao Bao and I had previously been in Sri Lanka to raise a batch of materials to support the mainland, which were all worthless chemical raw materials. They were loaded onto three cargo ships. Three days ago, they were hijacked by pirates while passing through the Straits of Malacca and Sumatra.
"
"Malacca, Sumatra, pirates? They made demands?"
Du Weiguo repeated these key words, his eyes sharp and evil spirit surging. Mr. Huo nodded and his tone was solemn:
"That's right, now those Malacca pirates have detained three ships on Papan Island in North Sumatra, detained all the crew members, and demanded a ransom of US$20 million."
"court death!"
Du Weiguo suddenly stood up, with a fierce look in his eyes.