The brains of people who have been injected with 'Tuxianqi' will become defenseless and they will answer whatever they ask. However, their thinking logic will also become simple and they will be unable to answer complex questions. Zhou Qingfeng must ask questions very carefully in order to
Only then can you get what you want.
However, Zhou Qingfeng had a whole night. He sat by the bed and asked questions for seven or eight hours, and gained a lot. The computer in the helmet also helped him organize and summarize, especially sorting out the network of contacts, which was very important for him to fake
Haraj has great benefits.
Near dawn, Zhou Qingfeng took off Halji's clothes and put them on himself.
Uh..., a bit short!
Zhou Qingfeng crawled into Haleji's bed again. The bed was quite big, but his mechanical exoskeleton had to be taken off and hidden, otherwise it would be easy to get in trouble.
He covered his feet with a quilt and made sure that the skin color and appearance of his face, neck and even arms were consistent with Khaledi's. Finally, Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hand and broke the other person's neck, and threw the body into the wasteland.
Everything was ready, and it was almost dawn. Zhou Qingfeng slowly leaned on the head of the bed and coughed at the servant who had fainted beside the bed.
No response... Did you pinch your neck too hard before?
Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a pillow at hand and smashed it hard, and it landed on the servant's head. The servant's head was tilted and fell to the ground. He knocked hard on the ground, and suddenly his body trembled before he woke up.
The servant who woke up saw the pillows that were still rolling, and then looked at the expressionless Mr. Khaledhi on the bed. He was frightened and trembled. He lowered his head and begged incoherently: "Dear Mr. Khaledhi, I'm sorry.
I don't know either……."
"That's enough, I don't want to listen to your nonsense." 'Halji' was a very dignified person in front of the servants. At this moment, he said in a deep voice: "Go and call Mahad."
Indifferent, no-nonsense, no-power and self-anger, this is how Halji usually behaves in front of his servants. The personal servants were already wet with chaff and kept pleading. The other servant who had fainted also woke up and all knelt down to beg for mercy.
The movement in the bedroom quickly alerted the guards standing outside, and Mahad's housekeeper was called to hurriedly come to 'Khalji'.
"Dear Khalji, what happened?" The butler Mahad is a close confidant and is in charge of many affairs around Khalji. He is the fake 'Khalji' who wants to get rid of him, but can't get rid of him; he can't get around it even if he wants to.
people.
The impostor on the big bed showed his newfound majesty and power and announced the punishment for the two personal servants, "Let these two idiots go away and replace them with others."
The personal servant takes care of Hariji's daily life, and even comes into close contact with Zhou Qingfeng on a daily basis. He is worried that the details of his life will arouse others' suspicion, so he must find excuses to drive away these two people who are familiar with the real Hariji.
The two crying servants were easily driven away, but the housekeeper Mahad came up and greeted him: "Dear Mr. Khaledhi, how do you feel now?"
Zhou Qingfeng leaned on the spacious and soft bed and said comfortably, "I'm still a little tired."
"I'll go get the doctor."
"No, no need. Just lie down for a while. I can't sleep now. Talk to me about the recent gains in the market and the situation in the bank."
Zhou Qingfeng is here to pick up garbage, but what kind of ordinary garbage can he detect? Isn't it just to make a big profit after tossing for so many days? He is eyeing Harlegi, and he is eyeing the wealth Harleji has accumulated over the years.
wealth.
A large number of complex properties cannot be easily memorized, and a professional management team is required to control them. Khaledhi's properties are managed by the butler Mahad. Although the latter is a bit strange, he still brought a computer to manage the property.
Report.
Khaledhi's wealth is not a matter of how many bank accounts there are, but various properties distributed in New York, London, Frankfurt, Zurich and other places around the world. Specifically, it is managed by the financial management teams of major banks.
Cash, bonds, stocks, companies, real estate... With Mahad's report, Zhou Qingfeng finally put on a smile on his made-up face. It is roughly estimated that Khaledi, the big bug, controls more than two billion US dollars.
of wealth.
What a huge amount of money!
The only troublesome thing is that the money is not easy to cash out, or it is not convenient to transfer it to Zhou Qingfeng's own account.
Whether you can watch it or not, you have to think of something to do!
Funds have to be flowing to make sense, otherwise they are just waste paper.
In addition to the funds stored in various banks, there is also a large amount of materials in the black market controlled by Khaledi. Not only do they include various weapons and equipment, but there are also a large number of civilian supplies, including various foods and medicines.
Thinking that the Syrian civilians outside were starving and suffering, while Khaledhi, a worm, was hoarding money and lining his own pockets, Zhou Qingfeng felt itchy with hatred - it was too easy for him to just wring his neck with this kind of rubbish.
The long asset statement made the housekeeper Mahad's mouth dry as he read it, and he didn't finish reading it for an hour. When it was dawn, Zhou Qingfeng became impatient. He simply stretched out his hand and said: "Give me the computer and I will take a look at it myself.
"
The housekeeper handed the computer to Zhou Qingfeng obediently, and Zhou Qingfeng's fat face trembled because of this - he had obtained a huge fortune for nothing.
There are not many things like bank account numbers and passwords on the computer, but more importantly, the contact and verification methods of some foreign financial management teams. In addition, there is also the list, location, and contact information of the people within Khaledi's influence.
This thing is a network of relationships of great value.
Hahaha... With these things, I can make trouble!
It makes me happy to think about it. This game of occupying the magpie's nest and dove is so fun.
Zhou Qingfeng casually flipped through some property reports, and the more he read, the happier he became. The butler Mahad apologized and retreated, and soon a few servants came in, along with breakfast that had been prepared.
"Sir, do you need us to help you go to the bathroom?" A new servant came forward and asked, perhaps because he had learned from previous mistakes and was quite nervous.
Zhou Qingfeng likes this kind of tension. Nervous servants will not act too randomly. He waved his hand noncommittally and said: "Go outside, I will handle it myself."
"Yes, sir." The servants retreated.
At this time, a luxurious bedroom is a bit too open, because the bedroom has no door that can be closed, and the large arched doorway only has a bead curtain to cover it. The servants stay in the living room outside the door, and they can watch at any time.
Zhou Qingfeng on the bed.
Damn it, don't rich people pay attention to their privacy?
But this trouble was not enough. After a while, the housekeeper Mahad ran back again, accompanied by a young maid wearing only sexy lingerie.
What is this for?
Khaledhi did not talk about the details of this life.
Zhou Qingfeng could only continue to lie there calmly and pretend to be a patient.
The beautiful maid lifted up the thin quilt on the big bed and got in. Under the watch of the housekeeper, she slowly climbed to Zhou Qingfeng's crotch and pulled up his pajamas. Then she heard a woman's exclamation -
The size of something is wrong. The one in front of you is much bigger than usual!
Damn it!
Rich people are amazing!
Life can be so corrupt!
This, this, this..., is this the legendary good morning bite?
It is really a decadent, backward and despicable aristocratic life. I want to use a critical mentality to reveal its sins.
Zhou Qingfeng never expected that he would be exposed so quickly, in front of a maid. He could only pretend to be calm and lift up the quilt, and shouted to the maid who was in a daze inside: "Hurry up and stop talking.