When the ancient East was immersed in the hustle and bustle of the festival, in a distant town in New Jersey, the dusty Richard Thorpe knocked on the door of a house...
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The woman who opened the door was about forty years old. Her blond hair was still charming, but her face was slightly haggard. Beside her, there was a beagle wagging its tail desperately.
"Kate, I'm very sorry about Martin." Thorpe put down his suitcase and sincerely comforted the widow.
"Richard, thank you." Kate and Thorpe hugged and invited him into the room. There were several suitcases in the living room, and the house was almost taken care of.
"Kate, are you ready?" Thorpe asked in surprise.
"I'm sorry Richard, the gas is out and I can't make you coffee. I found a job as a paralegal in New York and will be moving soon. I'll leave when the children get back from school." Kate spread her arms.
He said with a helpless gesture.
"Martin died, leaving nothing behind. The children like it here and don't like New York, but I can't help it, you know..." Kate's eyes were red and she burst into tears. Thorpe walked over and hugged poor Kate into his arms.
He comforted: "It's okay. Old Martin made a report for me before he died and earned some money. Here is a check."
As he spoke, he took out a transfer check for US$10,000 and handed it to Kate.
"Richard, I can't ask for your money." Kate declined.
"Kate, I have already said that this is the money that Martin deserves. By the way, has the murderer been caught?" Thorpe asked with concern.
"It's just an ordinary robbery case. The Metro Police Department handles dozens of such cases every month. The FBI also came, asked some strange questions, and sealed Martin's bank account. I think it was probably because of Martin
About online gambling." Kate shook her head sadly, as if she wanted to get rid of the painful memories.
"Everything will be fine, Kate. If you and the children are willing, you are always welcome to come to Australia. It's getting late and I have to catch the next flight to London. This damn weather, I really hope it doesn't snow in London."
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Mr. Thorpe left at the right time, and Kate walked him to the door and said, "Richard, I'm sorry that I didn't even let you have a cup of coffee... The children, myself, and Martin are really grateful to you."
"Kate, if you have any trouble, call me." Richard hugged the poor widow forcefully and returned to a stretched Cadillac on the side of the road. There was already a man in a well-dressed suit sitting in the car, holding a cup in his hand.
Sipping a cup of hot coffee, the FBI badge is faintly visible on his waist.
"It's done, she doesn't know anything." Thorpe sat in the car and said expressionlessly.
"That's good, Mr. Thorpe. I'm willing to help you at any time if you need it. Do you want milk in your coffee?" the FBI asked politely.
"No milk, no sugar, thank you." Mr. Thorpe said sternly, obviously not wanting to talk to him.
A few hours later, Thorpe took off from Newark Airport in New Jersey on a British Airways Boeing 747, destined for London Heathrow International Airport in the United Kingdom. Of course, he was flying first class.
Mr. Thorpe came to London to meet with an exiled politician, His Royal Highness Bobby, the Crown Prince of Sadamoya, a small West African country that is in turmoil. The Crown Prince lives with his butler, maids, bodyguards, and chefs in the East End of London.
In a house, it can be seen from the location that the crown prince is at the end of his rope.
The meeting was held in a high-end hotel. Mr. Thorpe booked the entire restaurant and ordered expensive caviar and champagne. His Royal Highness Bobby looked older than in the photo, wearing a three-piece British tweed suit and holding a hand.
A Times newspaper, for some reason, people always think that holding this kind of newspaper is a sign of a gentleman, but the little attendant standing next to the Crown Prince revealed his true identity as an African chief.
"I didn't expect this chief to have such fun." Thorpe looked at the handsome black child and thought maliciously, but with a warm smile on his face, he stretched out his hand to shake hands with the crown prince and said: "The weather in London
It’s really terrible. I really don’t know how His Highness spent his time when he was studying abroad.”
"Just get used to it." His Highness Bobby shook hands with him reservedly, his chest was very high, and he looked like an old British man.
After some pleasantries, the guests and hosts sat down. The waiter came over with a wine bottle on a white napkin and asked Mr. Thorpe to identify it before he started pouring the wine. When His Highness Bobby saw the label on the wine bottle, his eyebrows raised inadvertently.
A bottle of wine can be sold for at least ten thousand dollars. It turns out that Mr. Thorpe is indeed very wealthy.
"That's right, Your Highness Bobby, my employer has noticed that your country is being ruled by a dictator, and freedom and democracy have been trampled on. As conscientious businessmen, we don't want to see this happen, so,
My employer wants to help you restore your rightful rule."
Mr. Thorpe got straight to the point. His Royal Highness Bobby was very happy, but his face did not show it. He just said lightly: "So Mr. Thorpe, whose interests do you represent?"
"This is irrelevant, what is important is our cooperation. After you come to the throne, I hope to obtain a contract to rebuild the country. Of course, maybe with some additional concessions such as planting and mining. If you are interested, we might as well
Let’s talk carefully.”
Although His Highness Bobby is a playboy, he is not stupid at all. Of course he understands the meaning of the other party's words. I am afraid that the other party wants more than just some privileges. To be honest, he is already tempted, because after coming to London, His Highness Bobby can't eat enough.
The politicians were not interested in what was happening in West Africa at all. They sent him away with a few polite words without even getting a shilling.
The more excited he was, the less he could show it. His Royal Highness Bobby smoothed out his snow-white napkin and said eloquently: "The United Nations Security Council will soon propose a motion to sanction the rebel leader Kuba, and the African Union will also hold a meeting.
Send peacekeeping troops, and my army has defeated the rebels many times, and it will not be long before San Juan is captured."
Mr. Thorpe sneered, wiped his mouth with a napkin and said: "When did the resolutions of the United Nations Security Council ever take effect? This small West African country has no oil, no gold, only hunger and poverty. The Americans will not intervene, and other countries are not interested.
Excuse me, as for your troops, do you mean those cold-weapon troops with spears and bows and arrows? I don’t think they can defeat Kuba’s army.”
His Highness Bobby's face changed slightly. The other party pointed out these facts unceremoniously, which made him a little embarrassed. After all, it was very impolite to slap a prince on the face in public, but Mr. Thorpe obviously did not intend to leave anything for the prince.
To save face, he continued: "If you are willing, I will pay you fifty thousand pounds a month for you to spend in London, and then provide you with a feasible plan to help you restore your country, elite mercenaries, cash weapons, including fighter jets and
Tanks, sufficient military spending, until Kuba is driven away, if you agree we will sign the agreement now, if you don't agree, I think someone will agree."
Of course His Highness Bobby knew that the person this ugly-looking Mr. Thorpe was referring to was Kuba. The other party had the right to choose one of the two, but he only had one choice.
"Then, I want to see the plan first." His Highness Bobby finally gave in.
An hour later, His Royal Highness Bobby signed the memorandum provided by Thorpe. When he returned, he was very annoyed and beat up little Arthur. This poor servant became his punching bag. Since coming to London
, has been beaten countless times.
Mr. Thorpe rushed to another five-star hotel a few blocks away and met with two guests from Africa. They were the Minister of Foreign Affairs and the Chief of Army Staff of the Republic of Western Saddamoa. The Minister of Foreign Affairs was wearing a tuxedo.
and a stiff-collar shirt, and the chief of staff wore an khaki military uniform with a golden ribbon and a row of unknown medals on the chest. In Thorpe's opinion, the two men were basically no different from circus gorillas.
The meeting was simple. Thorpe asked to buy the permanent property rights of a piece of land near San Juan. The foreign minister said in an official tone: "If you want to buy land, you should negotiate with the land owner, not me."
Thorpe said: "The owner of this land has sold it to an Asian, and this person may have disappeared, so I hope the returned government can come forward to sell the ownerless land, of course, the price is negotiable.
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The Minister of Foreign Affairs and the Chief of Staff looked at each other and said in a tone of voice: "The land of Western Saddamoa belongs to the people, and the government cannot interfere with the free trade of land."
Thorp was too lazy to talk nonsense with these guys, so he took out two brown paper envelopes from his wallet and pushed them over. The two of them opened them and saw that they contained thick euro cash with a large denomination, at least 10,000 yuan.
"But the government has the right to take back unowned land and transfer it to other uses." The foreign minister immediately changed his words and said that these clown-like black people are not as shameless as even the veteran politicians in London.
After settling both ends, Thorp finally breathed a sigh of relief. He went back to his room and made a phone call back to Australia. He said relaxedly: "Boss, both sides have made arrangements. No matter which party changes his mind, we have a chance of winning."
"Very high, Richard, you did a good job. The exploration team has arrived at point x, but according to them, there is a Chinese exploration team there. Find out more about the situation and drive them away." came the call.
Here comes a man's voice, rough and powerful, with a strong sense of authority.
"Okay, Sir, I'll do it right away."
Richard Thorpe made a phone call to his friends. Five hours later, a faxed photo was placed on Thorpe's desk. In the photo was a dilapidated ship with the words "Chang Le" painted on the bow.
", below are the ship's files and a printout of the web page of the fifth mine team of Jiangdong Province, China.
"The cunning Chinese are actually ahead of me." Thorp picked up the phone and said, "Book me a ticket to Yemen."