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

It was 5 o'clock in the morning, and because it was cloudy and rainy, the sky was just beginning to get light.

The Green Building, the spacious living room, was now crowded with people, and it was packed with people. In addition to Du Weiguo and his direct subordinates, there were nearly 60 other people standing there.

These people, of course, are all the heads of various intelligence agencies stationed in St. George, as well as the leaders of the Freemasons and representatives of the Illuminati.

These guys, who usually have great powers and can call the wind and rain, now look extremely embarrassed.

They were punished to stand for more than an hour, and were drenched by the night rain. Now they were all pale and shivering, looking like a group of water ghosts who had just come ashore.

Du Weiguo sat on the sofa with a sullen face and squinted eyes. His hawk-like eyes kept scanning between them.

They were like wild animals selecting their prey, no, more like butchers selecting their victims, because they had no room to resist in front of Du Weiguo.

Therefore, everyone subconsciously lowered their heads, avoiding his gaze, and didn't even dare to breathe.

Suddenly, Du Weiguo's gaze stopped on a person, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Hey, I didn’t expect to meet an acquaintance.

"Soros, you're here too? What? Have you switched to the Illuminati? Come on, come on, we're old friends, come out and let me take a closer look."

At the back of the crowd, Soros wanted to curl up into a ball, and was praying devoutly in his heart, praying that Du Weiguo would never find him.

Unfortunately, things went against his wishes. Du Weiguo happened to find him and even called out his name first.

Soros couldn't help but shiver, and at the same time his lower body suddenly felt hot. This was a problem he had developed after being scared by Du Weiguo before, and he couldn't hold his urine.

Fortunately, he was wet all over now, so it couldn't be seen.

"Fuck you~~"

In his heart, Soros cursed Du Weiguo's ancestors to every generation, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he had to bite the bullet and stand out from the crowd.

He trembled as he moved to the front row, bowed and nodded to Du Weiguo, and forced a smile on his face that was uglier than crying:

"Hello, Mr. Wesley, long time no see. I am indeed working for the Illuminati now."

With Du Weiguo's sense of smell, he could naturally smell the urine odor emanating from him when he got closer. He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

He lit a cigarette and took two puffs to suppress the smell of urine that was drilling into his nose. Then he glanced at him sideways and said jokingly:

"Soros, you are quite courageous, aren't you? Are you determined to go against me?"

Du Weiguo's words were well-targeted. Soros had always been on the opposite side of him.

When they first met in Seoul, he was Bourne's trusted subordinate. Later, he worked under Earl and Mina for a while.

Now, with grass growing over their graves, he turned around and joined the Illuminati.

The Illuminati is not openly fighting with Du Weiguo now, and has even taken the initiative to express its willingness to cooperate.

However, Du Weiguo is not stupid and of course he won't believe them.

Just look at the core members of the Illuminati and you will know: the Rothschild family, the Perez family, and the Rockefeller family are all his enemies.

How could these monsters gather together and have good will towards him? It was simply because they didn't have the chance.

"No, no, how is that possible?" Soros's hands left afterimages, and he defended himself in a panic:

"Mr. Wesley, this is a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding. I am just an unknown, insignificant person.

I am just following the boss to make a living. Even if I had more courage, I would not dare to go against you, right?"

It must be said that Soros is definitely the guy who speaks the best Chinese among all the foreigners Du Weiguo knows.

He used various slangs and proverbs so fluently and authentically, slightly better than Rena and even better than many Chinese people.

"Heh~" Du Weiguo curled his lips:

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, Soros. Tell me, how much profit did your Illuminati make from the currency black market?"

Upon hearing this, Thoros felt as if he had been electrocuted. He trembled like a sieve and his lips shook violently, but he could not utter a word.

He really didn't dare to say it, for fear that he would lose his life as soon as he opened his mouth.

"What? You can't say it, or you don't want to say it?" Du Weiguo glanced at him with a smile, and slightly emphasized his tone.

"I, I'll say." Soros' legs went limp and he fell to his knees.

"Okay, then tell me. Speak carefully and I may consider leaving you a chance to live." Du Weiguo said in a cold voice.

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Wesley, you are so magnanimous. I am so grateful for your kindness~~"

Upon hearing this, Thoros began to tremble even more violently, and kept bowing, almost kowtowing.

In front of so many colleagues, he was completely humiliated today, but compared with his life, it was nothing.

"Get to the point!" Du Weiguo interrupted him impatiently.

"Yes, yes," Soros said, not daring to talk nonsense any more. He explained everything in detail:

"I exchanged small currencies on the black market, such as Spanish peseta, Portuguese guilder, Moroccan dirham and so on.

Over the past seven months, I have exchanged a total of 7 million Guyana dollars, with a profit of 4263 million, equivalent to 833 million US dollars.

Soros is worthy of his banker background. He has strong business skills and an extremely accurate memory of amounts of money.

"Hiss~" Upon hearing this, everyone present took a breath.

At most they made hundreds of thousands of dollars in the black market, and at most a few hundred thousand. They never expected that Soros would make so much.

Even Du Weiguo couldn't help but glance at Su Li. Damn, is this what you thought was a little sweetness?

Some things cannot be started. Once they are started, they will be like a flood and cannot be stopped.

You have to know that it is only 1968, not the era of small goals.

More than 200 million US dollars is a huge sum of money that can do a lot of things. At the very least, it is enough to equip an independent motorized infantry regiment.

The key point is that Soros managed to handle such a huge amount in just over half a year using only a few small currencies.

"Huh~" Du Weiguo exhaled a long puff of smoke, suppressed his surging anger, and asked in a deep voice:

"Soros, what is your main identity in the city now? What are you still doing at HSBC?"

Soros certainly would not only focus on black market transactions. Although he was just a lackey under the command of those chaebol families, he was also a man of status and had always been a senior executive of HSBC.

When Soros heard this question, he instantly thought of something and was so frightened that he almost fainted.

"Yes, yes, Mr. Wesley, I am now the president of the HSBC Bank's St. Georgetown branch."

This kind of thing could not be concealed. Everyone present knew his identity, so even though he was almost suffocated by fear, he had to admit it honestly.

"Hehehe~"

Du Weiguo smiled sinisterly, staring at him with a pair of bewitching eyes, and asked word by word in a stern tone:

“As far as I know, HSBC also has a foreign exchange business between US dollars and Guyana dollars?”

"Yes, yes." Soros' teeth chattered and his eyes became a little dazed.

"So, you are the one who helped Fang Wu launder money, right?"

Du Weiguo said in a playful tone, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes. "I, I~"

This question was like a bolt from the blue. Soros' face suddenly turned pale. He covered his chest tightly and collapsed like a ball of mud.

He rolled his eyes, his body kept twitching, and white foam came out of his mouth. He was so scared that his heart was spasming.

This is scientifically based. Severe fright can cause a large amount of adrenaline to be secreted in a short period of time, causing the heart to contract violently, spasm, or even stop beating directly.

Du Weiguo looked at him coldly, as if he were a dead dog, with no mercy in his eyes. He raised his hand and waved to his side.

"Ha Ni! You come and answer my question for him."

"Yes, sir." Honey took a step forward excitedly and then closed her eyes.

"Sir, Fang Wu did ask him to launder money. In half a year, he exchanged nearly 4 million Guyana dollars, with a total profit of 1734 million U.S. dollars."

Honey's voice wasn't loud, and there wasn't much emotion in it, but to everyone's ears, it was like a bolt from the blue.

"Wow~" Everyone was shocked by the thunder.

On the one hand, he was surprised by the huge number, and on the other hand, he was shocked by the ability displayed by Hani.

Those present were all intelligence chiefs from all over the world, each of them was very knowledgeable and not only knew about the existence of people with special abilities, they also had a general idea of ​​the abilities of the evil spirits.

However, due to her age, Honey has never been able to show her abilities in public.

Today was her first public appearance, and what she displayed was an extremely terrifying mind-reading ability.

Honey's abilities have only gotten stronger as she's gotten older, and now she can not only read other people's thoughts in real time, but also their memories.

These intelligence agents have their minds full of secrets that must not be made public. Hani's abilities are their natural nemesis.

Everyone felt uneasy and uneasy.

Du Weiguo was also shocked by the amount. He turned his head and glanced at Su Li again. This time, he even didn't let Hanwen go.

At this moment, Su Li's face was so gloomy that water seemed to be dripping out of it, and Han Wen also lowered his head in shame.

Obviously, these situations were beyond their expectations. They never thought that these beasts would be so greedy and so bold.

In just half a year, they made more than 2000 million yuan, an amount that is enough to equip a modern mechanic.

"Uh, uh~"

At this moment, Soros, who was curled up on the ground, had his face turned a horrible purple color. He was shaking violently and kept making meaningless groans from his mouth.

"Sir, he is talking~" Honey opened her eyes.

"Help, huh?" Du Weiguo asked jokingly.

"Yes." Hani nodded.

"Heh~" Du Weiguo sneered and said nothing.

Hani couldn't bear to continue watching Soros struggling on the ground, but she didn't dare to plead with Du Weiguo, so she could only turn her head away.

Du Weiguo remained silent, smoking one cigarette after another. No one dared to speak up at this time.

The room suddenly became dead silent, with only Soros's dying voice being particularly eerie, and the atmosphere instantly became depressing to the extreme.

A moment later, after a scream, Soros kicked his legs violently and there was no movement anymore. He was frightened to death.

The death of a rabbit makes the fox mourn. Seeing Soros' miserable condition, everyone present felt sympathetic. They wished they could hang their heads in their crotches and dared not even breathe.

"Okay, stop pretending to be dead!"

Du Weiguo suddenly crushed his cigarette butt and stood up. Hearing the sound, everyone raised their heads and looked at him in unison.

"I said three points." He raised his hand, stretched out three fingers, and glanced at everyone coldly.

Du Weiguo did not hesitate and went straight to the point:

"First, from today on, the black market in Saint Georgetown will be disbanded and will never exist again."

"Before, all the benefits you made in the black market must be returned to me within three days. I will let bygones be bygones.

After a pause, he continued his blatant threat:

"If the money is not returned, or if I find out that the amount is wrong, don't blame me for being ruthless. I promise that you will regret being born into this world."

"Fuck! Are you all deaf?" Seeing that no one said anything, Du Weiguo got a little angry and frowned and growled.

"heard it!"

"Roger that!"

"understand!"

"I will refund you the money today! I guarantee it will be in full."

Hearing his low growl, everyone shuddered and suddenly woke up as if from a dream, and responded in unison.

"Hmph!" Du Weiguo snorted coldly, and the chaotic scene instantly became quiet.

"Let me move on to my second point. From now on, if you want to continue to set up an intelligence branch in Saint Georgetown, you must formally establish diplomatic relations with Guyana and station an embassy there."

As soon as these words were spoken, the scene suddenly became quiet; even the sound of breathing disappeared, and only a pin drop could be heard.

Establishing diplomatic relations is no small matter, but a major event involving the foundation of the country. Once diplomatic relations are established and embassies are stationed, even if war is to begin, one must find a reason by any means possible.

Especially now that we are still in the Cold War, the issue of taking sides is a ripple effect.

At present, there are only three countries that have established diplomatic relations with Guyana: Russia, Cuba, and Siam. Even England, which seems to have a good relationship with them, has not established diplomatic relations with them.

Du Weiguo said to himself: "I will give you half a month to deal with this matter. If you exceed this period, I will clear the place without hesitation."

After a pause of a few seconds, Du Weiguo ignored everyone's reactions and said quietly:

"We will send people to supervise all embassies and intelligence agencies stationed in Saint Georgetown. Of course, it is limited to supervision. We will not interfere with your daily work."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was dumbfounded. Their heads were buzzing and their computers were at a standstill. Is this even human language?

What does it mean? Blatantly planting a stake? The intelligence department was planted with spies, and they were also doing some intelligence work.

Ignoring their confused expressions, Du Weiguo took out his cigarette case, slowly lit a cigarette, and said jokingly:

"Of course, you can also ignore the rules I set and send people in secretly."

"Heh~" Du Weiguo suddenly sneered sinisterly, then looked around the audience, his tone suddenly becoming cold.

"When the time comes, it will be up to you whether I do it or not." (End of this chapter)