Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 1151 The Richest Persimmon

There is an old Chinese saying that money makes the world go round.

This is absolutely true, money can do anything. As long as the money is given in place, it can really make the impossible possible, and even change the world.

If you can't do that, then it means you haven't paid enough.

By the way, let’s talk about the magical country of Shat, which is one of the few monarchies today that combines politics and religion.

Saudi Arabia is a vast country, covering nearly 70% of the entire Arab region, and its oil reserves and production rank first in the world.

This place became extremely wealthy in later generations, and it is not poor at all now.

Most of those legendary Middle Eastern tycoons and princes who have too much money to spend and pursue all kinds of weird hobbies come from here.

However, Shate's so-called wealth is relative, especially since the country was founded not long ago. As a royal family, the Shate family's eating habits are even more unsightly.

In the entire country, more than 80% of the wealth is concentrated in the hands of the Shat family, and ordinary civilians are so poor that they almost have to eat sand.

Therefore, as long as the reward is tempting enough, these poor people at the bottom of society will definitely look for people with red eyes. If they are forced into a corner, they can even go into the desert to look for people.

It's not impossible to look for a needle in a haystack. As long as the base of mobilized people is large enough, there will always be gains.

  This is the power of money!

Of course, Du Weiguo's grandson has long been accustomed to taking in money but not giving it out. For a dead Pi Xiu, he certainly does not intend to pay the reward with his own money.

  Damn, this is fucking Shate!

It's a rare opportunity that they have arrived at the doorstep of the God of Wealth. Du Weiguo, who is so polite and courteous, must of course visit His Majesty the King and have a good talk about "cooperation".

The next day, early in the morning, in Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia.

North of the city, King Abdullah International Airport.

On the runway, there was a long row of black luxury cars parked, all of them Mercedes-Benz W100, which is the 63 version of Mercedes-Benz 600.

On both sides of each Mercedes-Benz, there stood four sturdy men in black suits, with bulging waists and indifferent expressions.

Apart from these dozen Mercedes-Benzes, the entire airport was empty, with no other planes, vehicles, or people.

The airport was cleared, all flights were suspended, and the entire route from the airport to the old palace of Shat and all along the way was under complete martial law.

In order to achieve this goal, Shate, who had not mobilized troops for decades, mobilized an entire brigade of troops for the first time and worked all night.

There will be no people or cars on this route, not even a dog.

Such a grand and abnormal ceremony was naturally to welcome a great man.

"Buzz~"

At 7:30, accompanied by a faint roar of propellers, several black spots appeared on the horizon.

A moment later, the true appearance of several black dots was revealed. There were eight heavily armed and murderous helicopters. Even from a distance of several kilometers, one could sense the murderous aura.

The first two were English Lynx attack helicopters, followed by six Soviet-made Hind Mi-2s. This lineup was not only luxurious but also a little ridiculous.

In addition to Du Weiguo and Miss Hu, there was also a field operations team under MI6 and a special tactical squadron of the KGB's A Force on these planes.

They had never had any contact with each other before, but when they met, they would fight to the death.

Now, because of the existence of Du Weiguo, this super big bug, they have to start cooperating with reluctance.

This is Du Weiguo's current situation. As long as he is willing and can give what he wants, there is basically nothing he can't achieve.

A few minutes later, the group of helicopters flew over the airport, but did not land. Instead, they adjusted their positions at the same time, stabilized at an altitude of about 30 meters, and began to circle.

  As a show of force, appropriate demonstration of force is necessary!

At this moment, the MI6 field team and the tactical squadron of Force A began to skillfully rappel from high altitudes one after another.

These elite soldiers are the top fighters carefully selected from the army. Their movements are swift, agile, and smooth, which is pleasing to the eye.

Eight planes and dozens of people rappelling at the same time is a rare spectacle.

However, no one at the scene even glanced at them. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Du Weiguo and the others.

It’s not entirely because of his name and identity, it’s just that the way they appeared was so awesome!

The first one to come out was Shenwu. Without any safety measures, she jumped out of the cabin like a bird.

Then she seemed to be pulled by something invisible, descending at a steady and smooth speed.

However, just when she was about to fall to within a dozen meters from the ground, a tall figure suddenly jumped out from the long shadow she was dragging on the ground, it was the shadow controller Kagura.

Kagura leaped out of the shadows gracefully like a mermaid leaving the water, and landed steadily on the ground almost at the same time as Shenwu.

Before everyone could react to their surprise, Shota Shiina jumped out immediately, and his appearance was even more shocking.

No one noticed that the sky, which had been clear just a moment ago, suddenly became dark since no one knew when.

Countless red-eyed crows flew in from nowhere and gathered together silently, like a dark cloud, covering the entire sky.

The next moment, these crows swooped down from all directions like bombers, nimbly avoiding the propellers. When Shota was halfway down, he was wrapped up like a black tornado.

A moment later, the crows flapped their wings and scattered, and Shota was already standing on the ground leisurely.

The next person to appear was Miss Hu. She was not wearing any fancy clothes, but was wearing a dazzling red windbreaker and she descended from the sky like a ball of fire.

It was clearly a normal speed, but in everyone's eyes, her movements seemed to be slowed down, almost falling frame by frame.

Coupled with Miss Hu's beautiful face, she looks like a fairy from heaven.

Just when everyone was dazzled and captivated by the unparalleled beauty of Miss Hu.

A tall black shadow suddenly appeared, falling like a meteor, and then strong arms like cast steel and iron grabbed Miss Hu's slender waist.

Of course it’s Du Weiguo.

When it was about 7 or 8 meters away from the ground, the Nine Nether Lock suddenly shot out and hooked the landing gear of the helicopter.

The helicopter was pulled sideways by the huge force, and the Nine Nether Lock was instantly stretched straight.

Following the surging pulling force, the speed at which Du Weiguo and Miss Hu were falling rapidly suddenly slowed down.

"Hey~"

The next moment, Du Weiguo twisted his wrist, and the Nine Nether Lock shot back like a living snake and coiled back into his wrist obediently.

Du Weiguo hugged Miss Hu and let his body fall freely under the pull of gravity, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"Boom~"

The solid and smooth concrete runway was instantly cracked by his smash.

However, Du Weiguo's body was as steady as a javelin, not moving at all, and his expression was calm, without a trace of emotion.

His eyes were indifferent, without any human emotions, and he swept coldly over everyone present.

"Sigh~"

When they met his gaze, everyone couldn't help but gasp, feeling a chill down their spines, and subconsciously looked away.

Everyone present knew who was coming to the airport to greet them today, and the tall man in front of them had a strong aura and looked like a god.

He must be the real culprit today, the evil god himself.

Du Weiguo's appearance was not as bizarre as Kamishiro's, nor as grand as Shota's, nor as stunning as Miss Hu.

But he was domineering enough, with an aura that made him look down on the world and swallow up mountains and rivers.

Moreover, the people present were not unknown people and they all had some vision.

Just now, Du Weiguo used his flesh and blood body to smash a deep hole in the cement concrete runway, but he himself was unharmed.

Based on this alone, his physical strength has reached a very terrifying level, almost as strong as steel. It has long been beyond the scope of humans.

"Alright, Du Da, quickly let me go, it hurts so much, my bones are almost broken, what, are you addicted to showing off in front of others?"

At this time, Miss Hu calmly patted Du Weiguo's big hands that were tightly around her slender waist, and she opened and closed her lips, muttering in a low voice with some displeasure.

That leap of faith and the way he landed with such a swagger just now seemed both cool and domineering, but in fact it was not easy at all.

The huge reaction force was quite terrifying. If Miss Hu was just an ordinary person, she would probably have broken several ribs just from the impact of her landing on the ground.

Du Weiguo let go of her with a wry smile: "Hehe, it seems that you are getting a little too proud of yourself with such great success."

At this moment, the middle-aged man who was leading the team that was welcoming him finally reacted.

He was wearing a traditional white robe, a red and white checkered turban, and a black headband. He was about 50 years old, with deep features, sharp eyes, and a thick moustache.

He walked towards Du Weiguo with long legs, extended his hand enthusiastically, and spoke fluent English with a strong London accent:

"Hello, Mr. Wesley, welcome to Riyadh. I am Khalid bin Abdul-Aziz Al-Shat, you can just call me Khalid."

This name sounds somewhat familiar, but people's names in the Middle East are very long and similar, and Du Weiguo has been illiterate in both of his lives.

He didn't know that the handsome old man in front of him was the fifth legitimate son of the Shat family and the future king.

"Sir, this is the Crown Prince of Shate, who is currently also serving as the First Deputy Prime Minister of Shate."

Gibson, who was very perceptive, immediately leaned over to Du Weiguo's ear and whispered something.

"Oh?" Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly. He was not a fool, so of course he understood.

The Crown Prince and Deputy Prime Minister, wouldn't that mean he is the current second-in-command of Saudi Arabia and the future number one? Tsk, this is a good standard.

Don't hit someone who smiles at you. If someone shows me respect, I will show you respect. This has always been Du Weiguo's principle in dealing with people.

He stretched out his hand, shook it vigorously with Khalid, smiled warmly and said politely:

"Hello, Mr. Halliday. I came to visit you rashly because of the emergency. I was forced to do so. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

According to normal etiquette, Du Weiguo should address Khalid by his title, or by the suffix "Your Excellency", but calling him "Mr." is barely acceptable.

Everyone knows that he is a rough man, and no one will care about these minor details.

"Hahaha! No way! Mr. Wesley, you're too polite."

  Khalid was obviously also a political veteran, he laughed and said:

"Mr. Wesley came to Riyadh this time to resolve the Hertzsprung crisis that could affect the entire Middle East."

"Sir, you have the world in your heart. Our Shate family is not to be outdone and will definitely cooperate with you."

Wow, this little old guy is quite sensible, good, I like it.

Khalid gave him a high and mighty compliment, and Du Weiguo also laughed:

"Ha, I've heard that the Shat family is very righteous and responsible, the best in the entire Arab world, and always adheres to the principle of peace."

"After meeting today, I found that the rumors are indeed true. I will have to trouble you with the next matter."

Isn't it just mutual praise in business when everyone is carrying a fancy sedan? Du Weiguo, who has long been a thick-skinned old silver coin, is also not in vain.

Upon hearing this, Khalid's eyelids could not help but twitch.

Looking at the young man in front of him who was smiling, incredibly handsome, and looked like a gentleman, he couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

The legendary evil god does not seem to be as violent and cruel as imagined.

Instead, he was chatting and laughing, talking eloquently, and using fluent and familiar diplomatic rhetoric, like an experienced diplomat.

But when his eyes dropped to the ground, he saw hideous cracks on the runway that looked like a devil's mouth.

Khalid's mind instantly recalled the fierce figure of Du Weiguo falling from the sky just now, and also thought of his horrific battle record in the past.

Damn, this is not some elegant gentleman, but a complete devil.

  Khalid came back to his senses in an instant, regaining his awe:

"Of course, of course. If you have any needs, our Shate family will definitely not refuse. Mr. Wesley, please get in the car. You haven't had breakfast yet, right? We have already prepared a welcoming banquet for you in the Old Palace."

Currently, the Shat family still lives and works in the old palace in the north of the city and has not moved to the newly built Riyadh Grand Palace.

The old palace was not as magnificent and luxurious as imagined, nor did it have the temperament of a nouveau riche. Instead, it was quite simple.

30 minutes later, Du Weiguo arrived at the Old Palace in a bulletproof Bentley, accompanied by Khalid himself.

The one who received him here was still Khalid, the current King of Shat. It was said that he was ill due to a recurrence of an old injury, so he went to Taif overnight to escape the summer heat.

"It's only March, early spring, and the weather is chilly. How can you avoid the heat? You are simply trying to cover up the truth."

Miss Hu, who never tolerates any flaws, muttered softly.

  Du Weiguo glanced at her calmly and said softly:

"Hu Da, just keep your mouth shut. Who wouldn't tremble in fear of a notorious executioner like me? It's understandable that people are wary. You can't expect the top and second-in-command to die at the same time, right?"

They whispered in Chinese in each other's ears. Although Khalid could not understand, he could see the slightly gloomy face and obvious dissatisfaction on Miss Hu's face.

Khalid's heart suddenly became a little nervous and he explained:

"Mr. Wesley, the Prime Minister has an old illness and he goes to Taif for recuperation every season. It is not a slight. He attaches great importance to your visit. He just asked the eunuch to tell me to give you a good reception."

  "Haha~" Du Weiguo chuckled, his tone calm:

"Mr. Khalid, you are very kind. Please also convey my sincerest regards to the Prime Minister and wish him a speedy recovery."

Seeing Du Weiguo's bright smile and relaxed tone, Khalid secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, thank you Mr. Wesley, I will definitely pass it on. By the way, I have prepared breakfast for you. How about we eat first? And talk while we eat?"

Du Weiguo shook his head and refused: "Mr. Khalid, I'm not hungry yet, let's talk business first."

Khalid nodded, his tone firm:

"Well, Mr. Wesley, is there anything you need from our Shate family? Just ask, we will never refuse."

"Tsk, isn't this attitude too low? A bit too cooperative? Is this a rogue who pretends to obey but actually disobeys, or is he a soft persimmon who gets whatever he wants?"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo became confused.

You have to know that these political veterans who specialize in power games and conspiracies are best at playing hypocritical and Tai Chi, and never speak a word of truth.

Anyway, they would never easily adopt such a passive, even humble attitude.

"Well, Mr. Khalid, I came to Riyadh this time to track down a group of terrorists who stole the Big Pineapple. I do have a few things that I would like to ask for your help."

"Mr. Wesley, you don't have to be so polite. If you have any requests, just tell me."

Looking at this posture, it seems that the Shate family is really cowardly? Du Weiguo was delighted and his courage became stronger.

Damn it, this is the richest soft persimmon in the world. If I don’t take a big bite of this, I will be unworthy of my bad reputation.

How rich is the Shat family? In later generations, there were nearly a thousand princes alone, and each of them was a super-rich man with a net worth of tens of billions or even hundreds of billions. The assets of the entire family were at least tens of trillions.

It's really fat and juicy.

Right now, the Shat family has just come to power not long ago and has not yet expanded much, so all the wealth and resources are highly concentrated.

However, the Shat family is really cowardly. As the overlord of the Arab world, each generation has been weaker than the previous one since the death of their decisive and ruthless founding father.

For a hundred years, there has been no war, and the Middle East has been left in chaos. Whenever a problem arises, it is resolved by spending money.

To put it nicely, they advocate peace, but to put it bluntly, they are cowards.

For the glutton Du Weiguo, such a Shate is simply a fat sheep with no power to resist.