Chapter 787: One thought of heaven and one thought of hell
There is a saying that has always been circulating in the world. When a couple quarrels and gets awkward, there is no conflict that cannot be resolved in one go. If it doesn't work, then try it again.
To be honest, this statement is very nonsense. Don’t believe it. If it doesn’t work well, it goes against the woman’s will. This will lead to lawsuits.
However, this obviously unreliable statement actually worked when it came to Du Weiguo and Mo Lan.
Anyway, at this moment, Moran was as gentle as a kitten, lazily curled up in his arms, with a low eyebrow, shy and timid, and looked very well-behaved.
Moran's new residence is located on the western seaside of Pattaya. It is an exquisite white two-story villa. It looks unremarkable, but in fact it has a lot of mystery.
This small villa has only two floors above ground, but three floors below ground. The area is incredibly large.
It has an independent generator, water circulation system, ventilation system, complete facilities, and abundant material reserves. They are all permanent underground fortifications repaired with reinforced concrete and soil. There are also secret passages that can directly connect to the trestle on the seaside.
Two sides of the villa face the sea, and the other two sides are dotted with newly built residences with the same shape and uniformity.
These houses are the residences of Moran's direct subordinates, and they are like stars surrounding the moon, surrounding her villa.
This entire area, covering an area of more than 100 acres, is private property under Moran's name. There is not even a tall tree. During this period, there are interlaced light and dark sentries, loose outside and tight inside, and strict guards, like iron barrels.
It is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to get close to her villa, and even well-trained professional armed personnel cannot even think of sneaking in quietly and secretly.
Du Weiguo turned over and sat up, lit a cigarette, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, held the cigarette, and looked at the Delfo93 yacht docked next to the trestle not far away.
This beautiful big toy was something he snatched from the dead ghost Somchai before. Now, it has naturally become Moran's car.
"What are you looking at? Du Weiguo, this ship is mine. I'm warning you, don't even think about sailing away!"
Moran wrapped himself in a blanket and walked over on tiptoes, acting like a kitten protecting its food. Du Weiguo was angry and funny:
"I asked Mo Lan, why are you like this now? You are so stingy, so dependent on external things. After all, isn't this piece of shit just a toy?"
Du Weiguo is really not just bragging. The delfo93 yacht is worth a lot of money. It is sold for a full US$2.4 million, which is nearly 20 million Hong Kong dollars.
But this little money is really just a drop in the bucket for the current Du Daguan people. Mo Lan rolled his eyes at him and said angrily:
"You gave this to me! I don't usually see you, so I have to keep it in mind. Du Weiguo, think about it for yourself, what kind of things did you give me?"
Never reason with women. They are invincible when it comes to making strong arguments. Du Weiguo has been a man of two generations and knows this well, so he decisively changed the topic:
"Molan, did you encounter any trouble in Pattaya? It's a rare occasion and you just want to get rid of it casually?"
Moran is not a woman who doesn't know how to advance or retreat. She knows very well the principle of giving up when things are good. She hugged her arms and leaned against Du Weiguo:
"Well, it's basically calm here in Pattaya. After all, you have the lingering power of your evil god, and Songchai's body is still cold. No one dares to jump out and stab him, but~~"
Mo Lan hesitated to speak, Du Weiguo suddenly frowned and turned his head: "Just what?"
Moran smacked it and licked his lips gently:
"I heard that Bangkok intends to send a new mayor to Pattaya in the near future, and I heard that the US military base will also change the person in charge recently."
Huh? Are you going to rebel against Tiangang? Du Weiguo's face became solemn, he slowly blew out the smoke and crushed the cigarette butt:
"Is there a normal change of leadership at the US military base this time?"
Moran has been operating in Pattaya for nearly a year. He is well-informed and sharp. He nodded firmly:
"Well, that should be the case. This change of person in charge falls within the normal rotation of troops and is not a separate transfer."
Du Weiguo asked again:
"Molan, do our stalls in Pattaya now rely heavily on the base's logistics supply project? Approximately what proportion?"
Moran blurted out almost without hesitation:
"About 30%, but if we terminate this project now, the loss will be far more than 30%. Moreover, we will lose far more than just income."
This is also a normal situation. It is reasonable that the fat and oily project of providing logistics for the US military base should be terminated.
The extended additional industrial chains, such as transportation, purchasing, etc., are all income that cannot be ignored.
As for losses other than income, it should be the loss of status and influence in Pattaya.
The reason why it was able to transform from a small, uncivilized fishing village into a prosperous and free city was all driven by the tens of thousands of Citizen soldiers at the US military base.
Even now, at least 30% of Pattaya's local economy relies on the consumption of these soldiers.
At the beginning, the reason why Somchai was able to dominate Pattaya and gain a firm foothold was because it was backed by the big tree of the US military base, and the ownership of this logistics supply project was, to put it bluntly, a weathervane.
This is what happens when the stall is spread out. When the gourd is pressed down, the gourd floats up, one wave after another. Du Weiguo suddenly felt a little upset, his eyebrows stood up, and his tone involuntarily became cold:
"Molan, the new commander of the base, have you found out the details? Also, is Bangkok planning to send a new mayor this time intentionally targeting us?"
Moran was well-mannered and thoughtful, but with just a glance at him, he knew that Du Weiguo was in a bad mood and had murderous intentions.
She quickly grabbed his arm and said in a coquettish tone:
"Master, these are trivial matters, just scabies. I can handle them myself. You don't need to take action. You are the sword of Damocles. It is most intimidating only when it is hanging high. It can be easily unsheathed. On the contrary,
I fell behind."
As she said this, even though he knew that she was trying to comfort him, Du Weiguo still felt a warmth in his heart, and the steel turned into softness around his fingers.
Among all the women in Du Weiguo, Mo Lan is undoubtedly the most worry-free, independent, sensible and capable one.
Not only can she stand alone, but she can also help Du Weiguo share the pressure. She also loves deeply and is indeed a big lady.
He reached out and hugged Mo Lan into his arms, buried his head in her long hair, smelled the fragrance of her hair greedily, rubbed it gently, and said sincerely:
"Molan, thank you."
Mo Lan gently scratched Du Weiguo's iron-hard short hair with his fingers, and his tone was distressed and doting:
"Wei Guo, are you tired?"
Hearing this question, Du Weiguo sighed silently, gathered his thoughts, raised his head again, and forced himself to laugh:
"Why are you tired? Now I am well-dressed and well-fed every day. I am extravagant and have sex. My food and clothing expenses are almost as high as those of the princes and nobles in the old days."
Mo Lan's eyes suddenly turned red. He gently put his hand on Du Weiguo's chest and choked with sobs:
"Okay, stop pretending when you follow me. I was shocked when I saw the scars on your body just now. There are no scars all over your body.
You didn't have so many injuries in Sijiu City before, and you've only been out for a year. What kind of skills are you, how many narrow escapes have you experienced to be injured like this?"
Upon hearing such touching and sincere words, Du Weiguo's nose became sore and he almost burst into tears. He exhaled a long breath before he could hold back the tears.
Du Weiguo raised his head, his eyes were heavy, but he said nothing. Moran took advantage of the situation and gently leaned his cheek on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, and said in a distant tone:
"The higher you climb, the more you feel that everything is in a mirror, and that everything is precarious. You live every day in fear, like walking on thin ice. In the country of Wei, have you ever thought about retreating from the rapids and finding a quiet place to stay away from the turmoil?"
Moran's words came from the bottom of her heart, and she was not complaining for nothing. As the saying goes, it's always cold at a high place. Even though she is now extremely prosperous, rich and powerful, making all the difference in Pattaya.
Once there is something wrong with Du Weiguo, Molan will immediately be attacked by a group of people. In an instant, his life will be at stake, and it is a luxury to hope to escape unscathed.
Du Weiguo smiled bitterly and shook his head, his tone desolate:
"In this age of great strife, if you don't advance, you will retreat. There is no pure place in the world. Moran, we are all rootless duckweeds and have no choice at all."
"Alas~"
Mo Lan sighed helplessly and stopped talking. The atmosphere was a bit dull. Du Weiguo changed the subject:
"I said boss lady, look, since I'm so pitiful and have to work hard to make money, why don't you show mercy and lend me some money to fill the holes in America, and I'll take the opportunity to rest for two days~"
As soon as this statement came out, even though he knew that Du Weiguo was making jokes to liven up the atmosphere, Moran was still furious. Women are always protective.
The confidant atmosphere before collapsed instantly. Mo Lan raised his eyebrows with evil eyes and spat mercilessly:
"Bah! Don't even think about it! Du Weiguo, you are so shameless now. I heard that your new love in America is a little girl who is still young. You are so cowardly that you are worse than a beast!"
Needless to say, Mo Lan's performance as a girl is really good. She can change her face faster than turning the page in a book. She is on the verge of tears one second, and her voice and expression are fierce the next. The switching is extremely smooth.
Du Weiguo was stunned for a moment. He really didn't expect that Mo Lan was so well-informed. He even knew Guo Fu's specific situation. He was a little embarrassed and annoyed:
"You bitch, you have quite long ears. Tell me honestly, what else have you heard?"
Moran sneered:
"Oh, why, why don't people tell you what you dare to do? I heard that you also have a hidden beauty in Tokyo, as well as the Belcher Sea Snake of MI6 and the Swallow of the KGB.
Du Weiguo, you are so cold-blooded now, you don't refuse anyone who comes, and you are merciful at every turn. You are so prosperous, are you always using sex to deal with people~"
Molan licked his fingers and tore Du Weiguo to the ground. Even words that were not very harmful but extremely insulting came out.
"Reverse, it seems that the previous family law did not conquer you!"
Du Weiguo's old face turned red. He couldn't stand it any longer. He became angry and raised his hand and slapped Mo Lan on the butt!
"Snapped!"
Du Weiguo was so fast, as fast as lightning. Even if Mo Lan was prepared, he couldn't prevent it at all. He was hit hard and hard, and he suddenly took a breath of air and screamed in a sharp voice:
"Hiss~ It hurts! Du Weiguo, you hit me again! I will fight with you!"
Mo Lan's eyes were red from the pain, and she became fierce and used all her strength, punching and hitting with strong wind, but no matter how powerful she was, how could she be Du Weiguo's opponent.
In a short time, the fierce fighting turned into a fragrant hand-to-hand fight. The fierce battle resumed, and the fish and dragon dance all night long. There is no limit to omission~
The next day, in the afternoon, at the Chaoshan Guild Hall in Bangkok's Chinatown, Li Xianzhong, who hurried from South Korea to Bangkok, joined Du Weiguo and his party with three relatively capable followers.
After a brief exchange of greetings, everyone boarded several green Toyota Hilux pickup trucks and headed towards Chiang Mai.
Having said that, let me make a digression: the Toyota Hilux pickup truck model should normally be launched next year.
However, due to the strong demand for pickup trucks in Siam, the birth was unexpectedly pushed forward a year, which can be considered a small butterfly effect.
In the middle of the convoy is a green Jeep Wagoneer that has been modified with a raised chassis and fenders.
On this off-road vehicle, Li Xianzhong was dressed in a suit, sitting in the co-pilot seriously like a good baby, while Du Weiguo was sitting in the back seat in an elegant manner, with Master Kui beside him, personally accompanying him.
Du Weiguo held a cigar in his mouth, put his hands on the open car window, stretched his body comfortably, the breeze was blowing on his face, his expression was lazy, like a tourist.
"Brother Wesley, why are you so condescending this time that you actually have to go to the Triangle in person just for a stick?"
Mr. Kui squinted his eyes and glanced at Li Xinzhong angrily. With a trace of undisguised contempt in his eyes, he started to talk about a topic. He spoke in Cantonese, and Li Xinzhong naturally couldn't understand a word of it.
Du Weiguo turned his head and said with a smile:
"I came to Siam this time, of course, not for him. Mr. Kui, to tell you the truth, I have become a little dependent on Kun Tsai recently. It is necessary to move around and gather some connections.
In addition, I also plan to have a good discussion with Kuncha this time to directly wipe out all the big and small brokers in Siam and unify the market."
Shi Po Tianjing used the most casual words and said the most shocking things. You must know that there are not only dozens but not 100 big and small brokers entrenched in Siam, and they are all powerful, intricately connected, and powerful.
Mr. Kui's eyes widened and he was dumbfounded. He swallowed subconsciously and stuttered a little:
"Wei, Wesley~ Brother, I heard you right, you, you mean to unify~~"
It was so absurd that Mr. Kui, who had seen strong winds and waves, was speechless. Du Weiguo smiled lightly and nodded indifferently:
"Well, Mr. Kui, that's right, that's what you think. There are too many sellers on the ground in Siam now, and the supply of goods is too complicated.
Monsters and monsters are rampant, causing chaos and chaos in the market. The reason I came here this time is to have a serious discussion with Kun Tsai and make great efforts to clean up the sales channels."
Du Weiguo's tone was casual and understated, but the murderous intent contained in it shot straight into the sky, making people shudder.
The so-called consultation is basically a notice. Don't look at Kuncha as the only one in the triangle. He holds the military power to call the wind and rain, and covers the sky with one hand.
Once he meets Du Weiguo, he is still just a piece of fish worth a bullet. He can be slaughtered by others without making even a splash.
With a sharp blade attached to him, it is natural that Du Weiguo will say something to the east, while Kuncha will never dare to say something to the west. In other words, as long as Du Weiguo is determined, he will definitely be able to achieve this.
At that time, once we take action, we don't know how big the storm will be, and we don't know how many people will die on the ground in Siam.
Mr. Kui was stunned by Du Weiguo's generosity as if he was swallowing mountains and rivers. He was stunned for a long time before he rubbed his hands and asked:
"Wei, Brother Wesley, then, if all these brokers are emptied, what will be the huge market that will be vacated?"
Du Weiguo exhaled the smoke, raised his eyebrows, and sounded like a smile but not a smile:
"Master Kui, except for Hong Kong Island, Japan, and Korea, all other markets are under your unified agency. How about it? Do you have the guts to do a big deal with me and swallow it all in one go?"
Mr. Kui was completely confused. He was a big broker himself, so he naturally understood the shocking dividends involved. Du Weiguo's proposal was really crazy. It was simply the whisper of the devil, thinking about heaven and hell.
Once it is done, Wan Zhongkui has indirectly controlled the Triangle, holding the gold and silver in his hands tightly, and has suddenly become the most powerful gangster in Southeast Asia and even Asia, covering the sky with one hand!
If you lose, you will be torn into pieces in an instant, with no place to bury your body, and all the glory and wealth you have now will disappear. Even the Chaoshan Guild Hall and Chinatown will suffer disaster.
This was clearly a huge gamble. If he won, he would jump over the dragon's gate, but if he lost, he would be shattered to pieces. Wan Zhongkui's eyes were dull, his whole body was trembling, he lowered his head and fell into deep thought, speechless for a long time.
Du Weiguo didn't rush him and continued to smoke his cigar leisurely. He didn't just come up with this matter. He had already thought about it when he was cooking Laihao in Hong Kong Island.
In the past, I was too weak in doing things, holding hands in everything, and dragging my feet. As the saying goes, if you are not ruthless, you will not be able to stand firm! Now that you have decided to build your own underground power, you must be ruthless and use all possible means.
The Triangle Land is now a big piece of fat right next to your mouth. It is not in the Three Realms. It jumps out from the Five Elements. It is a pure and ownerless land. Du Weiguo is bound to win this. In a word, anyone who stands in my way will die!
As for Wan Zhongkui, he is a good partner. Du Weiguo believes that he will eventually agree. Kui is a smart man and cannot miss this rare opportunity to cross the class.
Mr. Kui is very ambitious, and he happens to be in the prime of his life. He is in the prime of his life, he has strong soldiers and horses, and he is rich and powerful. He will not be willing to waste his time in this small corner of Chinatown forever.
Sure enough, after a long time, Du Weiguo almost finished smoking one of his cigars. Wan Zhongkui slowly raised his head, his eyes were red, his voice was hoarse and his tone was solemn:
"Let's do it, Mr. Wesley, this time, I will use all my wealth to study with you! I will fight with righteousness and fight to the death!"