Sure enough, Liu Handong came out of the toilet, sat down on a chair, put his feet up on the table, and said with an indifferent expression: "Tell me how to solve this matter."
The three smoked two packs of cigarettes and finally formulated a combined plan. They reported to the branch to apply for a cooperation project with Colin Petroleum Company. The embassy cooperated and used the project as a stepping stone to strive to invite His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to come to Saudi Arabia for cooperation between China and Saudi Arabia.
Visit the Red Sea Refinery and have the opportunity to meet Liu Handong there, and great things can happen.
Without further ado, Qin Xianyang took action immediately, wrote a report and sent it back to the branch by email. After waiting for two days, there was still no news. He couldn't help himself and made a long-distance call to Zhang Bangxian.
The Middle East Branch controls more than 70% of Zhongyan Huang's oil imports, and its position is very important. Zhang Bangxian also serves as the deputy general manager of the head office. He has been sitting in the department-level position for several years. He has a high authority and strict official authority.
Small characters like Qin Xianyang and Liu Handong were not even as good as shit in his eyes. Qin Xianyang's report was stopped at the secretary's desk and never reached Mr. Zhang.
In the past, Qin Xianyang would not have dared to call Zhang Bangxian directly, but now he was on an errand and full of courage. He dialed Mr. Zhang's office phone, took a deep breath, and when a voice came from the receiver,
He immediately said: "Hello, Mr. Zhang, I am Qin Xianyang."
"Director Qin, this is Secretary Zhang. If you need anything, tell me." It was the secretary who answered the phone.
Qin Xianyang explained his plan and asked Secretary Zhang to submit the report to Mr. Zhang for approval.
"Okay, I understand. Mr. Zhang is on a business trip right now. Let's wait until he comes back." The secretary dismissed Qin Xianyang with just one sentence.
Zhang Bangxian's road was blocked, so he had to report to the headquarters. This required Liu Handong to take action. He was the special correspondent of the International Public Relations Department and had the authority to report to the headquarters.
Liu Handong called Zheng Jiayi and asked her to coordinate.
Zheng Jiayi said: "I'm afraid you have to think of other ways. The Middle East Branch negotiated with Colin to jointly build an oil refinery the year before last, but Crown Prince Said's demands were very excessive. He only wanted low-interest loans and would not give any
We are not a money-splitting boy with any Chinese shares, so why should we accommodate him? Besides, Colin’s oil and gas resources are very limited, and it is not worth mobilizing high-end resources and going to war.”
Liu Handong said: "Please explain to me, do the higher-ups take this matter seriously?"
Zheng Jiayi was silent for a moment and said: "As the saying goes, if there are dates or no dates, you can hit three poles, and you will be the pole."
Liu Handong said: "I understand." and then hung up the phone.
The Ministry of Foreign Affairs was also reluctant to provide strong support. All parties were passing the blame, and no one was willing to take risks. The General Staff was not very interested, and only approved five thousand US dollars in activity funds.
The joint operation turned into a solo fight between three people, and the hope of success became extremely slim. Crown Prince Said lived in seclusion, his whereabouts were unpredictable, and the security was so tight that outsiders could not get close to him.
At first, Qin Yingyang came every day. After struggling for a while, there was no improvement. He only came once every three to five. After that, he stopped coming at all. He just called to ask about the situation. Although there were only two people in the planning office, they rented a house, water, electricity, food and drink.
The cost plus salary is also a big expense. The branch office is short of manpower, and each carrot is a pit. The two of them have nothing to do in Colin. Many people in the branch have opinions. Tian Fei sent a WeChat message saying that Colin may be dismissed.
From the Preparatory Office, two people will be sent back.
"Isn't this nonsense?" Liu Handong complained loudly.
"It's just a fool's errand, but the debt will be borne by us. If there are any results, it won't be canceled." Qin Xianyang was depressed and in a bad mood.
The doorbell rang. Qin Xianyang thought it was his cousin who had arrived, so he ran to open the door, but there was a stranger standing outside.
"Is Mr. Liu here?" The stranger was very polite and spoke English. "My name is Sharif, his friend."
Liu Handong came up to him, invited his taxi driver friend into the room, and poured him coffee.
"My friend, do you need my help with anything?" Liu Handong asked.
"Yes, I need your help. Can you go to a place with me?" Sharif seemed worried.
Liu Handong was bored and agreed. He took out the Webley revolver from the cabinet and stuffed it into his waist. He said hello to Qin Xianyang and said he was going out to do something, and followed Sharif out.
Sharif drove Liu Handong in a taxi to Takikati New City. The new city is located northwest of the old city. It is an immigrant city. Strictly speaking, it is a large shantytown, with wooden houses, iron houses, various plastic sheets, and fiberglass tiles.
Thousands of immigrants live in these simple dwellings.
Colin, like other Gulf countries, uses a large number of South Asian workers, oil workers, construction workers, waiters, taxi drivers, security guards, and nannies. They are all Muslims from Pakistan, Bangladesh and other countries. They work hard and have extremely low wages. It can be said that
, what supports this country’s economy is the oil resources given by Allah and the hard work of South Asian workers.
The taxi stopped in front of a messy courtyard. Sharif asked Liu Handong to get out of the car and took him into the courtyard. This house was slightly better than other simple houses. At least you could see cement and bricks. There were many rooms and the doors were open, but the house was
There was no furniture in the room, only mattresses and blankets on the floor. The veiled woman in the room only showed a pair of eyes, looking at Liu Handong warily.
"Let's go this way." Sharif led the way, turned a few turns, and finally entered a bright room. There was an old man sitting on a blanket, wearing reading glasses and reading. Liu Handong noticed that what he was reading was not the Quran, but the Quran.
It's a code of law.
Sharif bowed devoutly and introduced to Liu Handong: "This is Dr. Mustafa Ali Khan. We all call him Doctor."
The doctor wore a snow-white Arab burqa, had a kind face, and could speak fluent English and Arabic. He only had a slight South Asian accent, but communication was not a problem. He exchanged pleasantries with Liu Handong, talked about China-Pakistan friendship, and then told Colin's development
Shi, the old man was very eloquent and quoted scriptures. Liu Handong's thinking was a bit difficult to follow, but he was sure that if the doctor invited him to come, there must be something wrong, and it was not a good thing.
Finally, the doctor brought up the topic and said: "Friend, your story is being told throughout Takikati. You are known as the Sinbad of Colin."
Liu Handong pretended to be stupid and said: "Doctor, I don't understand what you are saying."
The doctor smiled and said: "Sheikh is a devil. He traffics people, makes loan sharks, and oppresses kind people. God wants to punish him, but it needs a specific person to do it, and you are the messenger chosen by God."
Liu Handong looked at Sharif, who lowered his head in shame. Only he knew about buying the gun. Sharif must have leaked the secret.
"Don't worry, friend, we will never betray you." The doctor said with relief.
"What do you need me to do?" Liu Handong asked directly. He had already guessed that the other party wanted to use this leverage to blackmail him into doing something, and it was something very dangerous.
The doctor said: "A shipload of Pakistani compatriots was detained at the dock by bad guys, and they asked us to hand over 10,000 dinars per person before they would be released. However, they had already paid the fee before boarding the ship. You know, migrant workers are very poor.
, we can’t raise so much money, so we can only watch our compatriots being bullied, beaten, and even killed by them, so I hope Sinbad can take action to save these poor compatriots.”
Liu Handong understood that a large number of smugglers were kidnapped by untrustworthy smugglers. As a leader of Pakistani laborers, the doctor found himself to take the initiative and resorted to violent means to rescue these smugglers. Of course, this matter should not alert the police. If I guessed correctly,
The smugglers and the police are in cahoots and specialize in exploiting these South Asian workers.
"Why choose me?" Liu Handong didn't quite understand. With the doctor's leadership style, there must be many passionate men in Pakistan who are willing to sacrifice their lives and blood, so why would they choose a Chinese to help them.
The doctor smiled lightly: "This is God's will."
Liu Handong said: "I need a scientific answer that can convince me."
The doctor said: "Sharif, explain it to him."
Sharif spoke eloquently: "The people living in the South Asian subcontinent are peace-loving, kind and intelligent, but they are not brave and good at fighting. Workers engaged in overseas labor are basically people from the bottom of society and lack courage and training. They are workers, not fighters.
, and you are a soldier. I know an old Chinese saying called the anger of a common man. If you take five steps, the Sheikh will blackmail you and be beaten to death the next day. We would never dare or would not do this.
Yes, so you are the messenger of God, are you satisfied with this explanation?"
Liu Handong said: "How to calculate the cost?"
The doctor smiles but says nothing, and talking about money hurts feelings. These are mundane matters that leaders should not answer.
"We can pay you one hundred thousand dinars." Sharif said. He licked his lips. One hundred thousand dinars is equivalent to twenty thousand U.S. dollars. This money is the life-saving money collected by thousands of workers.
"Mr. Liu, please." Sharif said with tears in his eyes, "My daughter is also among these people. She is only seventeen years old."
"Okay, I'll help you, but I need weapons and intelligence." Liu Handong said. He was bold and restless. He was used to the life of swords and swords. He killed a Sheikh this month and almost faded away.
Coming.
Sharif told Liu Handong in detail what he had learned. The smugglers were a group of Middle Easterners, consisting of Palestinians, Jordanians and Iraqis. They were similar in nature to the Sheikh gang, but were larger in scale and more ruthless. They specialized in oppressing honest overseas workers.
Like a swarm of blood-sucking locusts.
This group of people owns freighters, weapons and ammunition, and police backing. They are scattered. Even if the sheep-like cowardly workers unite, they cannot fight against the hungry wolves, so Sharif recommends Liu Handong, the tiger from China, to the doctor.
When Liu Handong heard Sharif's introduction to the specific situation, he felt a chill in his heart. The opponent was a Middle Eastern gang, which was completely different from the underworld in China. He might not have a chance of winning on his own, and the matter needed long-term consideration.
Suddenly the cell phone rang. It was Qin Xianyang calling from the office. He said anxiously: "Where are you? Something big happened!"
Liu Handong hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince offered to meet us!" Qin Xianyang's voice was filled with excitement.