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

"Yes, there is something important."

Tian Baohua withdrew his hand from Du Weiguo and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.

"Oh?" Du Weiguo knew that the main part was about to begin. He raised his eyebrows and sat down again.

"What's the matter? Brother Tian, ​​do you have connections and want to help me get some work?"

While speaking, Du Weiguo took out a cigarette box from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Tian Baohua, then put one in his own mouth.

"My goodness, this is President Kunpeng, right? Brother Shanhe, you are really wild!"

Taking the black cigarette with a golden tip and clever packaging, Tian Baohua's pupils shrank slightly, and his evaluation of Du Weiguo increased again.

This type of cigarette was sold in St. George's as early as last year, and it is very famous, with a very straightforward nickname, "Big Brother Cigarette".

Because the pitifully small supply has been divided up by a group of top bosses, it is nowhere to be found on the market.

Almost all the old smokers in the city have heard of it, but very few have seen the real thing, and even fewer have smoked it.

Just like the special red pandas in the old city, it is more like a legend.

Scarcity makes things valuable. Now, President Kunpeng’s products have been sold at a sky-high price on the black market in St. Georgetown, costing $30 a pack, and the key point is that there is no demand for them.

The reason why it is so weird is that it is all Du Weiguo's fault, because this is his favorite cigarette and Quiana is his home base.

The King of Chu likes a thin waist, so many people in the palace starve to death.

"Heh~" Du Weiguo chuckled, picked up the matches on the corner table, lit a cigarette, and then used the remaining flame to help Tian Baohua light his cigarette.

"What can I do? This was given to me by my last client. It only looks good in packaging. I don't like it. It's not as strong as Camel cigarettes."

Tian Baohua did not answer. He took a deep puff of the cigarette, then squinted his eyes and savored the flavor carefully.

"Hu~" After a long while, he slowly exhaled the smoke and shook his head:

"Brother Shanhe, please don't tease me. This cigarette is not only beautiful but also delicious. It is made from the best tobacco leaves from Guangdong Province in China.

As for the Camel cigarettes that the Citibank guys are tinkering with, hey, to put it bluntly, isn’t it just the old Han cigarettes from our corner, which are good for nothing except being strong enough. "

"Yeah, what kind of taste can a Citibank guy have? Brother Tian, ​​didn't you say you had something important to do? What is it?"

Du Weiguo said this perfunctorily, and then changed the subject and brought the conversation back to the main topic.

"Oh, oh, yes, look at my brain." Tian Baohua patted his forehead apologetically:

"Brother Shanhe, you haven't been in Shengzhidun for long, right?"

"Yeah." Du Weiguo nodded: "Not long, less than half a year."

Upon hearing this, Tian Baohua's eyes became even more eager and he gave a thumbs up.

"Awesome! You've become a second-class bodyguard in just half a year. Brother Shanhe, you're really capable. It's true that a wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat~~"

Tian Baohua likes to beat around the bush and flatter endlessly. Du Weiguo is getting a little impatient and interrupts:

"Brother, let's get down to business. I have something else to do tonight."

"Okay, okay, I just talk a lot."

Tian Baohua raised his hand apologetically:

"Brother, you have been in Saint Georgetown for too short a time. You may not know the market situation well. People with great abilities like you can actually make a lot of money."

"Big money? What do you mean?" Du Weiguo's eyes lit up and he sat up straight.

"Hehe~" Tian Baohua smiled mysteriously and said in a low voice:

"Some bosses are always looking for people with real skills. If you are chosen, they can at least give you this amount per month."

He stretched out a finger and waved it in front of Du Weiguo's eyes. It went without saying that it was ten thousand US dollars.

"Sigh~"

To be honest, even Du Weiguo, who was used to big scenes, felt a little surprised when he saw such an outrageous price.

The place with the most expensive housing prices in the world right now is Citi’s New York City. An apartment near Times Square costs around US$6.

The president of Citigroup earns $20 a year, which is less than $16 after tax. Although he does not live on his salary, this is his apparent income.

Therefore, with a monthly income of 10,000 US dollars, you are almost catching up with the president of Citibank. You can buy a house in downtown New York in half a year. You are definitely one of the best.

"What boss? So arrogant?" Du Weiguo's eyes suddenly showed uncontrollable greed.

"Hey~ the boss of the underworld." Tian Baohua said mysteriously.

"On the road?" Du Weiguo was a little confused.

"That's right, the way of the underworld." Two streams of smoke spurted out of Tian Baohua's nostrils.

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's eyes were filled with ripples, and he secretly complained in his heart, what a bullshit underworld, isn't it just a black market?

Under Su Li's iron-fisted governance, there are no civil society organizations or gangs in Shengzhidun. This was the tone set by Du Weiguo early on, which eliminated the growth of these malignant tumors at the root.

However, the black market does exist. It is like a by-product of the city, and it is like the relationship between light and shadow.

As long as there are large-scale human settlements, black markets will inevitably appear.

Due to the large number of immigrants, the black market in Saint George is particularly active and almost everything can be bought.

From small items like smuggled cigarettes, alcohol, sugar, tea and luxury goods to large items like gold, currency, weapons, identity documents and even living people, the trading volume is astonishing.

Du Weiguo sneaked into the market this time, partly to wait and see, and try out the Yinhui Sect and the leeches.

Another plan was to meet the black market boss of Saint Georgetown in person. He was really curious about who dared to cause trouble in his territory.

At night, Saint Georgetown, southwest of the city.

It has been raining heavily all day and hasn't stopped yet. The water on the streets is already above the ankles.

However, the locals seemed to have already gotten used to it and acted very calmly, as if it did not affect their lives at all and they just went about their business.

St. George's Central Street, also known as Miracle Street, is 25.6 kilometers long and runs through the entire city from north to south, spanning four districts, including the 4th and th districts.

There is a large park at the intersection of Main Street and District 69, called Independence Park, which was built to commemorate the independence of Guyana.

The lights in the main city of St. George's are turned off at 12 o'clock at night. Three minutes before the lights are turned off, an old Chevrolet pickup truck stopped on the side of the road in Independence Park, and two men in raincoats got out of the car.

"Brother Tian, ​​are you kidding me? You keep praising this Sixth Master, but this awesome guy is just hiding in the park?"

Du Weiguo put his hands in the pockets of his raincoat, looked around the pitch-black park, and sneered indignantly.

Tian Baohua was not angry either. He led the way and replied with a smile:

"Brother Shanhe, don't be impatient. As the old saying goes, the meat of the bun is not in the folds. This Independence Park is not simple. There is a different world inside."

"Oh, there's another world? Brother Tian, ​​is it a place where people are killed in the dark rain?"

Du Weiguo's voice was obviously cold.

Upon hearing this, Tian Baohua suddenly stopped, raised the brim of his raincoat and looked at him.

"Brother Shanhe, do you have your weapons?"

Seeing that Du Weiguo kept his hands in his pockets the whole time, Tian Baohua's tone sounded a little nervous.

"Heh~" Du Weiguo sneered, but did not deny it. He even puffed up his pockets and asked back:

"What? Can't I bring a weapon? Brother Tian, ​​I work on the edge of a knife. I can't have the intention to harm others, but I must be on guard against others."

"Uh~" Tian Baohua's tone choked, and he explained dryly:

"Brother Shanhe, you are right, but you are not allowed to bring weapons into Liu Ye's place. Otherwise, you can put them in the car first."

"Brother Tian, ​​are you joking with me?" Du Weiguo's tone had completely turned cold at this moment.

"This is the first time we've met. We don't know each other well. In the middle of the night, in the heavy rain, you brought me to this godforsaken place and even took away my gun." At this point, Du Weiguo turned hostile. With lightning speed, he grabbed Tian Baohua's right scapula and asked sternly:

"Tell me, what the hell are you planning?"

"Ouch~"

Tian Baohua's neck felt numb for a moment, and then he felt a piercing pain where he was being held, and he couldn't help but scream out.

Master, Tian Baohua was shocked, he knew he had met a real master.

He has practiced martial arts for more than ten years and has killed people and seen blood. He eats well and has plenty of strength. Three or two ordinary people cannot get close to him.

But Du Weiguo defeated him with just one stretch of his hand, and he didn't even see his movements clearly.

At this point, let alone resisting, he felt like he had almost lost all feeling below his neck, and his body felt like he was paralyzed from the waist down.

Tian Baohua was so scared that he almost peed himself, and begged for mercy:

"No, no, brother, it's a misunderstanding, it's a misunderstanding, let go, I, I will explain it to you."

"Humph!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Weiguo's big hand pushed down hard, and Tian Baohua suddenly collapsed in the mud.

"Hu~Hu~" Tian Baohua covered his neck and gasped in panic like a drowned dog.

Du Weiguo slowly squatted in front of him. At this moment, the street lights had been turned off, but his eyes still radiated a cold light even in the dark rainy night.

"Come on, explain yourself. You better be able to explain yourself clearly, or I'll bury you tonight!"

Tian Baohua instantly felt a tightness in his crotch and almost lost control of his bladder:

"Shan, Brother Shanhe, you really misunderstood me. I just saw that you have the ability, so I wanted to introduce you to the boss of the underworld."

"What kind of boss is this? You live in the park on rainy days and burn newspapers at graves. Are you kidding me?"

Du Weiguo seemed to be extremely impatient and put his hand on his shoulder again, but without exerting any force.

"No, no~ Can you please listen to me?"

There was a tone of tears in Tian Baohua's voice.

"explain."

"There is an air-raid shelter underground in Independence Park. It is very large and connected in all directions. It has now become the largest black market in Saint Georgetown."

"And then what? You're not allowed to bring a gun when you go to the black market? What if you encounter a gang robbing a gang? F*ck you, Mr. Tian, ​​do you take me for a fool?"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo became even angrier and slapped him in the face.

Tian Baohua felt as if he had been hit by a hammer. His head was buzzing. It took him several seconds to come back to his senses.

"Shan, Brother Shanhe, no, Brother Zhao, this black market is under the protection of Sixth Master, and the rule is that no one is allowed to bring weapons into the market.

With him in control, no one dares to cause trouble, and no one dares to rob others. In Saint Georgetown, the Sixth Master is a man of his word. "

"Fuck~ He can cover the sky with one hand, are you so awesome?" Du Weiguo was amused.

"Okay, stop lying on the ground. Lead the way. Take me to see this awesome Sixth Master."

Tian Baohua covered his neck and staggered to his feet, but his eyes were always fixed on Du Weiguo's other hand hidden in his raincoat pocket.

"Shan~Brother Zhao, I, I really didn't lie to you. Sixth Master's place doesn't allow weapons. If we go in like this, we'll probably come out lying sideways."

"Snapped!"

Du Weiguo slapped him on the head and cursed angrily:

"I brought a gun with me, are you stupid? Saint Georgetown is not a lawless place, who would bring a girl out for dinner or business with a gun?"

"I came directly from your store. Even this raincoat was given by you. Where can I steal things?"

While scolding him, Du Weiguo took his hands out of his pockets and showed them to him. There was only a cigarette case and a lighter.

"Uh, then, then what did you just do~"

Tian Baohua covered his aching scalp, tears flashing in his eyes, he really cried.

Du Weiguo reached out to support him, patted his shoulder affectionately, and resumed his polite tone.

"Well, since we are talking about this, I will trick you a little. After all, the world is dangerous and people's hearts are hard to predict. Brother Tian, ​​you won't blame me, right?"

"How dare I blame you?" Tian Baohua roared in his heart when he heard such a shameless question.

At this moment, he was already stunned by Du Weiguo's ridiculously superb skills, and was also frightened by his moody, cunning and ruthless character.

He felt it very clearly that Du Weiguo must have had murderous intentions just now, and he had a close call with death.

"Of course not. I know. Better safe than sorry."

Tian Baohua was pissed in his heart, but he managed a flattering smile on his face:

"But Brother Zhao, your skills are too high. No wonder you became a second-class bodyguard so quickly. Master Liu has always valued masters like you. You will definitely be very successful in the future!"

"Haha, why call me Brother Zhao? It's better to call me Brother Shanhe. It sounds more friendly." Du Weiguo chuckled.

"I don't have any kung fu. I just have brute force. But don't worry, brother Tian. If I become rich, I will never forget you."

"Okay, okay, then I will rely on Brother Shanhe from now on."

A quarter of an hour later, deep in Independence Park, in the management office built on a hill.

The management office is quite large, with several rooms. As you enter, there are two burly Chinese men leaning against the door. There are bulges under their raincoats, and it is obvious that they are carrying guns, and they are long guns.

"Brother Xi, Brother Datou, are you on duty today? You've worked hard. Come and have a smoke."

Tian Baohua handed them cigarettes in a familiar manner and also handed them a small roll of banknotes, which should be 50 Guyana dollars.

"Old Tian, ​​what's wrong? In this horrible weather, are you still in the mood to come over and hang out?"

The big man called Brother Xi took the cigarette with a smile, put the money into his jacket pocket, and then glanced at Du Weiguo:

"This brother looks a little unfamiliar?"

Tian Baohua took out a match and helped him light the cigarette:

"Brother Xi, this is a new friend of mine, a rare master, and I brought him here today for Sixth Master to meet."

"Master?" Xi Ge's expression changed immediately. He glanced at Du Weiguo with contempt and sneered:

"I say, Old Tian, ​​although the Sixth Master is eager to recruit talented people, he won't accept just any trash. Don't just bring a random person here to fill the void~~"

Before he could finish his words, Du Weiguo suddenly moved.

He dodged like a ghost and bypassed Tian Baohua in an instant, then swung his hand knife swiftly and cut directly on Xige's neck.

"Bang!" Xige's eyes immediately became dull, and his body fell straight down like a wooden stake.

He didn't die, but his cervical plexus was severely hit. With Du Weiguo's strength, he would be unconscious for at least 6 hours.

"Push to the street!"

The guy called Big Head reacted very quickly. When he saw his companion being attacked, he stepped back immediately and reached for his gun.

But no matter how fast he was, how could he be faster than Du Weiguo? In his field of vision, he saw a fist as big as a casserole, getting bigger and bigger.

"boom!"

The next moment, the big head flew several meters away, hit the wall heavily, and then slid down like mud.

He didn't die, but his condition was much worse than Xi Ge's. His nose was collapsed and several bones in his body were broken. He would probably have to stay in bed for a month or so before he could get out of bed.

It wasn't that Du Weiguo had a prejudice against him and deliberately used heavy hands on him, it was just that the posture he put on was too strong. (End of this chapter)