Qin Xianyang, however, realized it later. When he saw an old man with gray hair among the funeral crowd, he couldn't help but sigh: "I die in a foreign land, and a white-haired person sends a black-haired person away. Oh, how miserable it is."
"Be smart, since you are in this business, you have to be prepared to die on the streets." Qin Yingyang comforted his younger brother.
"I wonder if the police can catch the murderer." Qin Xianyang hasn't turned the corner yet.
Qin Yingyang sneered: "This case is too difficult for the police in Tajikati. They don't have any technological means to solve it, not even the technology to extract fingerprints. The only way to solve the case is to arrest them randomly."
The suspects were taken back and tortured, but this case is not something that the policemen should bother with. The people who died were all immigrants, and they were gangsters engaged in illegal labor imports. If they die, they will die, it is a trivial matter."
Qin Xianyang then came back to his senses and said, "He deserves to die. Who was this man beaten to death by?"
Qin Yingyang said: "Someone shot at them with a rifle on the roof opposite. Twenty shots were fired. The police arrested all the people living in that building for questioning, but found nothing. They were released this morning. The Palestinians
They said they wanted to take revenge, and they suspected that the Jordan gang was responsible, but I guess the real culprit was someone else." He gave Liu Handong a meaningful look.
Liu Handong coughed dryly: "Old Qin, you haven't talked about what happened in Afghanistan yet."
Qin Yingyang was an understanding person and changed the topic along the lines of Liu Handong: "I was seriously injured by a grenade and almost met Marx. Fortunately, you treated me like a dead horse and sent me to the hospital. Those old Ts used pistols to
I stood up to the doctors and forced them to give me a blood transfusion and surgery. Fortunately, the doctors in Afghanistan have rich experience in battlefield rescue. After transfusing thousands of CCs of blood, my life was finally restored and I was sent back to my country.
, I lay in the hospital for several months, and before I could recover, I was sent here as a military attache."
While they were talking, the car had already driven downstairs to the company. The three of them parked the car and went upstairs. Liu Handong went back to the house to make coffee. The Qin brothers sat on the sofa and chatted. When Liu Handong came over with coffee, Qin Yingyang suddenly asked him: "Rifle"
Where is it hidden?"
Liu Handong was stunned for a moment, then smiled. Many of the military attaches stationed abroad were spies sent by the Second Department of the General Staff. Qin Xianyang's performance in Afghanistan had proven that he was one of them. How could such a thing be hidden from him?
"Don't worry, it's hidden in a safe place." Liu Handong said, "I just keep a pistol at home for self-defense. It's not illegal."
Qin Yingyang said: "That's okay, they don't suspect the Chinese. In the eyes of the locals, the Chinese have always been timid and fearful. They wear white shirts and trousers, carry purses, and squint their little eyes. They not only obey
They abide by the law and all hidden rules, and anyone can bully them without worrying about retaliation."
Qin Xianyang's eyes widened. Although he was a soldier, he followed the rules in the army. After working for a few years, he transferred to other places. He had fired a gun and shot targets, but he had never killed anyone. Liu Handong and his cousin talked lightly about it.
It was really shocking to lose a life.
"Brother, show your military style. You are representing the interests of the country in Colin, do you understand?" Qin Yingyang patted his cousin on the shoulder, "Chinese people cannot be bullied. It was possible before, but from now on
, no more.”
"Yeah!" Qin Xianyang nodded heavily.
Qin Yingyang picked up the coffee cup and took a sip: "Yes, Xiao Liu is good at making coffee."
Liu Handong said: "Old Qin, I always feel that you are hiding something from me."
Qin Yingyang laughed loudly: "You kid, your sixth sense is very powerful. I won't hide it from you. Your being transferred to Colin is the result of our operation."
Liu Handong's pupils shrank slightly. This was not the answer he had guessed. It seemed that the matter was much more complicated, and he was involved in the conspiracy unknowingly.
Qin Yingyang said: "Let me first introduce to you the situation in Colin. Colin is an emirate. The supreme ruler is called Emir, which means king. The old king is over ninety years old. He has ruled this country for six years.
For ten years, Colin was the first to exploit oil in the Gulf countries, but the reserves are not abundant. They have been close to depletion in the past few years, and an alternative economic model has not yet been formed. The royal family once wanted to build a city based on the Dubai model. You also
I saw it, the ruins of the new city, the viaducts were half repaired, and the foundation of the building had just been dug. Why was the work stopped? There is no money. The royal family has money, but they only want to use it for fun. The government has no money, so it has to borrow money. The Emirate of Colin
The government is bankrupt."
Listening attentively, one realizes that the big head of the mouse is still behind it as it drags the shovel.
"The current Emir pursues a policy of neutrality and is extremely politically wise. He has survived multiple Middle East crises. During the oil crisis in the 1960s and 1970s, Emir Colin was one of the initiators of OPEC. In the 1990s, Saddam Hussein invaded
Kuwait could have taken down Colin in one go, but the Iraqi army stopped at the border because Saddam and the Emir had a good relationship. The Emir sized up the situation and allowed the US military to use Colin as a springboard to attack during Operation Desert Storm.
Iraq……"
Qin Yingyang said he was thirsty and took another sip of coffee: "The wind and rain always blow away the romance. The Emir has finally grown old and is no longer wise and wise. Most of his decisions in the past ten years have been wrong, and the country has been ruined."
The situation is getting worse and worse. The polarization between the rich and the poor is serious. The royal family is extravagant, the people are poor, and social conflicts are severe. However, the old emir made the last wise decision. He handed over the position of crown prince to his last capable grandson, His Highness Prince Said.
, this prince is amazing, he got a doctorate from Oxford University, he is highly educated, well-educated, and has a very high level. Although he was educated in the West, he is not blindly pro-Western, but like his grandfather,
Adhering to the principle of practical neutrality, to put it simply, Crown Prince Said is willing to cooperate with China to revitalize Colin's economy, because Western countries are still in the economic recovery period. Looking at the world, only China can afford to help him.
, but...someone in the royal family was dissatisfied with Said and even wanted to assassinate him."
Liu Handong had vaguely guessed something, and Qin Xianyang also became nervous and looked around the room.
"Don't look, I asked someone to check this room, and there is no bug." Qin Yingyang waved his hand, "Following what I just said, our mission is to ensure that His Highness Said gets the project, makes achievements, and successfully ascends the throne.
.”
Qin Xianyang said seriously: "Promise to complete the task!"
Liu Handong asked: "Are there any subsidies? Are there any bonuses for completing the work?"
Qin Yingyang laughed loudly: "Silly boy, this is a national strategy, and it can go down in history. What subsidies are you thinking about, hahaha."
Liu Handong asked: "Which departments are involved in this matter, and will Zhongyanhuang cooperate?"
Qin Yingyang said: "At present, it is still top secret, and Zhang Bangxian is not aware of it. In fact, Prince Said's willingness to cooperate with China is only the result of the deduction of our strategic department. He himself has not actively contacted our country.
"
Liu Handong said: "I'm convinced. I've been doing it for a long time just for my own entertainment. This thing is not reliable. I don't see any chance."
Qin Yingyang smiled slyly: "It's reliable. It's fun because of you."
"Me?" Liu Handong was puzzled, "Who am I? The prince is buying my account."
"Of course you have weight, because you saved His Highness the Prince's life." Qin Yingyang smiled meaningfully.
Liu Handong suddenly understood, and the memories reappeared one after another. He was going to Riyadh to take up a new job, why he flew to Dubai, and why the company arranged for the 38th floor of the Armani Hotel. All this was part of the plan.
"Originally I just wanted you to become familiar with each other, but I didn't expect that you got lucky and saved His Highness the Prince. This is life." Qin Yingyang took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, and it turned out to be a domestic red plum.
, played one and lit it himself.
Liu Handong said: "Who assassinated the prince? Why didn't the bodyguard find anyone after they went in?"
Qin Yingyang said: "Of course the perpetrators were political opponents within the royal family. Said had many uncles who were not satisfied with his nephew taking over. They sent killers to sneak into the house and smeared venom on the pages of the Quran that Said often read.
Everything was done without anyone noticing, but His Highness the Prince is also a vigilant person. As long as there is any doubt, he will not touch anything in the room. He also came from a rough place. He has experienced no fewer than ten assassinations since he was a child.
"
Liu Handong was in a complicated mood. He took a cigarette from Lao Qin's cigarette case, lit it, and took a deep breath.
"How about it? Do you have a strong feeling of grandeur?" Qin Yingyang slapped Liu Handong on the shoulder, "Boy, just have some fun. You are finally on your way to success, and will leave your name in history."
Liu Handong said: "Brother, it's a bit messy, I have to sort it out."
…
In a supermarket chain in Wangdong District, Jinjiang City, Jiangdong Province, China, the tallyman Zhu Xiaoqiang was exhausted and covered in sweat after moving goods for a long time. He was squatting in the warehouse to rest and took out a crumpled cigarette case from his pocket.
He took out a red plum, held it in his mouth, lit it, took a nice puff, and squinted his eyes to watch the smoke.
Supermarket tally clerk, monthly salary is 2,300 yuan, renting a house with others is 500 yuan per month, bus card is 100 yuan per month, favors are 400 yuan, mobile phone communication and Internet are 100 yuan, smoking is 100 yuan, food and drink are the most expensive
, the male tally clerk in the supermarket does a menial job. It is not enough to just eat instant noodles every day. He must supplement animal protein. When eating ramen, add meat, add a tea egg, drink a bottle of beer in the evening, and collect money to share with his colleagues.
Dinners cost 700 to 800 yuan a month, so there is not much left over from salary.
Through the crack in the warehouse door, Zhu Xiaoqiang could see two female colleagues standing next to the shelves chatting. One of the young female colleagues was wearing a short skirt, revealing a pair of tempting big white legs. He swallowed saliva at the sight, and his hands were not aware of it.
I reached into my pants and jerked off.
The female colleague left, and Zhu Xiaoqiang, who was freed, lay on the piles of goods in the warehouse, imagining that he had traveled to ancient times, with guns and horses, wine and beauties, and domination of the world. Unknowingly, he fell asleep with the red plum in his hand.
Gradually it lowered, and the cigarette butt fell on the toilet paper, igniting the paper ball, and the smoke gradually rose.
The alarm bell rang, and the smoke detector on the ceiling detected a certain concentration of smoke and began to spray water to extinguish the fire. Zhu Xiaoqiang was woken up by the rain. He pushed open the door in a panic, and a group of colleagues rushed in with fire extinguishers...
Half an hour later, Zhu Xiaoqiang left the supermarket in frustration. He was fired without even receiving his last month's salary.
After returning home, Zhu Xiaoqiang lay down for a few hours and was not in the mood for dinner. In the middle of the night, he turned on his computer and surfed the Internet. While continuing to write his novel and browsing various pornographic websites, an advertisement suddenly jumped into his eyes.
"Export of labor from the Middle East, monthly salary starting from 10,000 yuan, visa arranged."