Liu Ziguang and others did not stay at the Barmuni Hotel that night, but chose another hotel on Kensington Road. They had to be cautious in London. What happened today will surely reach Mr. Thorpe's ears soon.
Inside, these capitalists with great hands and eyes can do anything, and they are fully prepared for this...
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Liu Ziguang and Dongfang Ke stayed up all night, inputting the photos taken with the digital camera into the computer, and then used the printer to print out the analysis one by one. The name Richard Thorpe was no longer mysterious. Dongfang Ke easily found it.
The information of this senior manager in the mining field was found on the Internet.
Richard Thorpe, an American New Yorker, was born in Brooklyn. He is now 45 years old. He graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and Harvard Business School. He works for the world-famous third largest mining group, Australia's Leituo Group.
He once served as the Asia-Pacific president of Leituo's iron ore division. After the sensational Hu spy case was exposed in 2009, Thorpe was affected and transferred back to the Australian headquarters. Since then, he has been unknown and has not even been mentioned in any official documents and websites of Leituo.
I can't see his name anymore.
"That's right. In the process of dealing with East Asians, Thorpe learned to be cunning and roundabout, and at the same time he had a wild and unruly character unique to Americans. This is very similar to the fact that when he was a child, he grew up in Brooklyn, where drugs and murders were rampant.
It has a big relationship. To sum up, this person is a difficult guy to deal with." Dongfang Ke pointed at Thorpe's face on the computer screen and said.
Thorpe on the screen was a handsome white man with flaxen hair, an amiable smile, and a meticulous tie. Liu Ziguang stared at this face closely and imprinted him deeply in his mind.
"Bobby's secretary, Thomas Darby, is an Englishman. He was born in Kent. He is thirty-one years old. He has a bachelor's degree in law from Cambridge University. He once worked at the London law firm Linklaters. He met Thorpe five years ago because of a lawsuit.
"Judging from this person's qualifications, there is nothing outstanding about him. Thorpe chose him as his subordinate probably just out of cost considerations."
Dongfang Ke continued to introduce, Thomas had less information, only a thin page, followed by Colonel John Faulkner's file.
"John Faulkner, born in 1952, is a former captain of the British Royal Special Air Service. He participated in the Falklands War, also known as the Falkland Islands War in British terms, and fought against Ireland in Northern Ireland in the mid-1980s.
Republican Army, and later retired due to injuries. During the Toyota War between Chad and Libya in 1987, Faulkner worked in the Chadian Army Staff. There were rumors that the Toyota War was planned by him. In fact, Faulkner only participated in it.
One of them, he earned his rank of colonel at that time."
"After the Toyota War, Colonel Faulkner became a hot commodity in the mercenary market. In fact, he also participated in several African civil wars. However, due to this man's persistence in his idealism and the outbreak of the Gulf War, as a reserve officer,
Faulkner returned to the British Army, so he temporarily left the mercenary stage, but this was also a watershed in his career. After the mid-1990s, Faulkner gradually faded out of the mercenary stage, although he opened a business in London
He founded a defense consulting company, but he only made a living by taking on small orders to provide security services for celebrity concerts. His biggest hobby was drinking with old comrades in small bars in the countryside of London. Until five months ago, Thorpe found
Got him."
"Wait a minute." Liu Ziguang interrupted Dongfang Ke's narrative and asked, "Why would Thorp choose a washed-up mercenary leader like Colonel Faulkner?"
"I think it may be due to cost considerations. If you hire a regular private military contracting company, the cost will be extremely huge. You must know that the monthly salary of a retired special forces soldier is as high as 30,000 US dollars. This is just the simplest guard, escort and the like.
Business expenses, if you want to subvert a country, the consulting fees alone will cost at least tens of millions of dollars."
"I don't think people like Thorp care about money. What he does can only mean one thing." Liu Ziguang said.
"What's up?"
"He believes that eggs should not be put in one basket."
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Just when Liu Ziguang and the others were studying their opponents, Thomas's plane arrived at New York's John F. Kennedy International Airport. He opened his BlackBerry and found a number of emails and messages. Thomas read the emails while walking. His face suddenly changed, and he immediately called his boss Richard.
De Thorpe.
Richard Thorpe is no longer an executive of Leituo Group. He resigned from Leituo three months ago and acquired a shell company on the London Stock Exchange that had no business for a long time. This company was named
Brayman Mining's company was registered in the 1960s, and its business was concentrated in oil and tin mines in Malaysia. Later, British influence faded from Southeast Asia. Brayman Mining's share price fell to the bottom and no one cared about it. It is not uncommon to become a stock market
One of the hibernation companies.
In recent months, Mr. Thorpe's main energy has been spent on acquiring shares of Brayman Mining. A former Leituo executive suddenly acquired a shell company. Such news will definitely cause an uproar in the financial market, so Thorpe
Pu was very secretive. He purchased 75% of the shares at a price of two pence per share through many fake accounts, and deliberately spread rumors in the market, saying that he was entrusted by a Chinese company and hoped to go public through a backdoor transaction.
financing on the London Stock Exchange. This news dispelled everyone’s doubts. It seemed that any outrageous thing would become reasonable as long as it involved the Chinese.
Thorpe has taken control of Brayman Mining for his boss, and he has served as the CEO of Brayman Mining. The contract with His Highness Bobby was also signed in the name of Brayman Mining. Thorpe's plan is as follows, first of all
Kuba's rule was overthrown with mercenaries, and Bobby returned to the country to rule. Once the information about the rich magnetite is disclosed, it will definitely shock the international iron ore market. Brayman Mining's stock will skyrocket in a short period of time, rising to 2 per share.
A hundred pounds is not a problem.
Then his boss, who is actually the real controller of Brayman Mining, will come forward as the chairman of the board of directors of Leituo Group and spend a huge amount of money to acquire Brayman Mining. This will set off another wave of speculation.
Come and go, the mine has already made a lot of money before it even started.
This is Thorpe's wishful thinking, a clever capital operation game. He is quite proud of his shrewdness. As for the Chinese who are causing trouble, Thorpe doesn't take it to heart at all. He has been dealing with the Chinese for more than a year and a half.
I know very well that these Asians seriously lack the spirit of adventure and perseverance. They only seek petty advantages and safety, and are not worthy of being opponents at all.
But when Thorpe received a call from Thomas, his view of the Chinese finally changed. They were like cockroaches, unable to be killed no matter what. They had escaped pirate robbery and air raids, and now they actually went to London to bewitch them.
His Highness Bobby directly poached Thorpe's corner.
"Well, Thomas, you immediately take the next flight back to London and get rid of these nasty yellow-skinned monkeys. You know, find professionals and don't be stingy with money. Yes, that's it." Thorpe stood at the Fifth Avenue in New York.
I finished the phone call in front of the glass roof of a restaurant on the avenue and returned to my seat.
Sitting opposite him was a graceful lady wearing an expensive shahtoosh shawl. She held up the red wine and said with a smile: "Richard, you are still so busy. You have to answer a lot of phone calls during meals."
"Sorry, there are some financial matters in London that need to be dealt with." Thorp straightened his tie, sat down, stared at the woman opposite and complimented: "Lydia, you are still so beautiful."
"Come on, Richard, I'm not a little girl anymore. Our daughter is almost twenty years old." The woman smiled heartily. Although she was wearing an elegant evening dress, she still couldn't hide the boldness of a Broadway dancer in her heart.
character.
"By the way, when will Demi come?" Thorpe raised an eyebrow and mentioned their common daughter.
"It should be arriving soon, I'll make a call and ask." As soon as Lidya took out the phone, a fiery figure ran into the restaurant.
"I'm sorry, Mom, I'm late. The traffic in New York is still so bad." The girl was wearing jeans and a leather jacket, her flaxen braids swaying. She looked at Thorpe and said hello carelessly: "
Haha, Richard."
"Hello, Demi." Mr. Thorpe looked at his daughter with a smile. Except for the color of her hair and eyes, she was exactly the same as her mother. The buck teeth she had when she was a child had been corrected successfully, and her figure was getting better and better.
The hotter and more beautiful the girl is, the more likely she is to attract a dozen talent scouts walking down Fifth Avenue.
"Demi, what do you want to eat? The truffles and caviar they have here are pretty good." Thorpe is already forty-five years old. He has spent more than half of his life before he knows it, and his thoughts are much more mature than when he was young.
Lydia or Demi, he owed too much, and now it's finally time to make up for it.
"I'm really sorry. I'm afraid I can't have dinner with you. I promised Catherine that I would have a party at her house tonight."
Lidya's face darkened: "Demi, you can't do this."
"Please, Mommy, I don't want to miss the date. We haven't seen each other for half a year."
"But you haven't seen your father for many years."
Thorpe coughed dryly and said generously: "It's okay, Demi, I bought a house in New York and we will see each other often in the future. By the way, next Friday is your birthday, and I have prepared a special treat for you."
It’s a gift, I hope you like it.” He took out a beautiful gift box and handed it over.
"Thank you." Demi stuffed the gift box into her bag casually, hugged Mr. Thorpe, kissed Lydia twice on the cheek, said goodbye, and ran away like a gust of wind.
"Richard, I'm sorry, Demi has this kind of personality." Lydia said with a shrug.
Thorpe smiled gently: "Lydia, Demi is very much like you. I love her very much. I have plenty of time to make up for what has been lost between us."
"I hope so," said Lydia.
"Yes." Thorpe took out his cell phone and dialed his daughter's number.
At this time, Demi had just walked out of the hotel and heard her cell phone ringing and took it out to answer it.
"Demi, are you downstairs? You can open the gift box now."
"Richard, I'm not a child anymore." Demi said impatiently.
"Open, dear, don't hang up the phone." My father's voice was still calm and calm.
Demi had no choice but to take out the gift box from her bag with one hand, unwrapped the colored paper and ribbon, and opened the paper box wrapped inside. Her eyes suddenly widened.
There was a folding key in the carton, and a black horse with its front hooves in the air was embossed on the yellow background. Demi picked up the key and tried to press it. The red Ferrari sports car parked quietly on the roadside made a beeping sound.
"Oh!" Demi couldn't help but exclaimed. She rushed to the sports car and spun around in circles, tutting her tongue repeatedly. Then she got in and turned the steering wheel. She was so excited that she didn't know what to say.
In the restaurant, Richard played with his mobile phone, listening to the voices coming from inside, and said proudly: "It seems that Demi likes her birthday gift very much."