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

"Benefits? Haha, well, tell me, what benefits are there in bringing me down?"

Du Weiguo laughed in anger, his eyes flashing with coldness as he asked word by word.

At this moment, he felt the urge to kill Guiziliu for the first time.

With his sharp eyesight, he had already spotted Guiziliu when he just appeared on the next street. The reason why he didn't show up until now was because he hesitated.

In other words, he was a little conflicted inside, not wanting to or knowing how to face this guy.

Deep down in his heart, Du Weiguo admired him very much. Even now, when they were at loggerheads, this admiration had not faded.

People like Guiziliu have a will as firm as steel. For the sake of their beliefs, they can sacrifice everything, even their own life or the life of their loved ones.

Moreover, Du Weiguo knew in his heart that everything he did was not for personal gain, but was done out of public interest.

It’s the same old saying, although he admires him, Du Weiguo will never be able to become him.

"Don't be so angry. I'm like a piece of meat on the chopping board now. I can't make any waves. We haven't seen each other for so long. It won't hurt to chat for a while."

The old cat was as calm as ever, speaking slowly and leisurely.

He even looked at the half-smoked cigarette butt that was extinguished by the evil spirit out of curiosity. After throwing it into the ashtray, he took out another cigarette, lit it, and passed the cigarette box to Du Weiguo.

"Want to smoke one? I heard that you invented this Kunpeng cigarette, it's really good, but it's a pity that the President's cigarette is too expensive, I can't afford it and I can't buy it."

Du Weiguo didn't take the cigarette, nor did he say anything. His stern eyes cut through him like a sword.

"Okay, okay, I'll say it."

The cigarette that had just been lit went out in an instant. Guiziliu felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave and his whole body was cold. He could not bear it any longer and quickly raised his hands in surrender.

Throwing away the cigarette butt unhappily, he cleared his throat and said slowly:

"If we defeat you, first of all, we can gain countless supplies and funds. A rough estimate is that it can be tens of billions of dollars.

You also know how big the foreign exchange gap is in the north. The money earned from digging holes in the door all day long is only a few hundred million a year. This money is enough to solve the urgent problem."

This is the truth. In 1965, China's total foreign exchange reserves amounted to only US$3.43 million, which was a drop in the bucket for a huge country with a population of hundreds of millions.

However, due to the special situation in the north in the past two years, all overseas income has been almost cut off, and the company has been living off its capital.

However, the demand for foreign exchange has not decreased at all. The industrial base in the north is weak, but military industry development is a rigid demand.

Many things in the country, especially precision instruments and equipment, must be purchased from overseas at high prices.

In the past few years, Du Weiguo has used various means to seize assets, and the assets under his name have become so numerous that they are difficult to estimate.

Guyana, East Persia, Pattaya, Triangle, Hong Kong Island, plus industries in Japan and his personal piggy bank.

According to conservative calculations, the scale is at least hundreds of billions. This only counts the part that is easy to sell. If all of it is counted, it would be at least trillions.

If Du Weiguo is really defeated, his territory will certainly be attacked by everyone. The evil gods will be leaderless, and their only fate will be to be defeated one by one.

By then, the northern side, which is close to the water and has the advantage of being the first to get the moon, can indeed reap extremely huge material benefits. Just taking over all of Du Weiguo's assets in Hong Kong Island will be enough to make a fortune.

In a word, money can move people’s hearts!

With sufficient interest motivation, the consequences of provoking Du Weiguo would not seem so terrible.

In fact, due to the lack of information and absolute confidence in their own military power, many high-ranking officials in the north did not take Du Weiguo seriously.

"Haha~" Hearing what he said, Du Weiguo sneered:

"They think I'm a pushover. That's right. I've always been too lenient towards the North."

"But after tomorrow, no one will think so anymore."

"tomorrow?"

Guiziliu reacted very quickly and realized the meaning of his words in an instant. His brows raised.

"Do you really dare to detonate the Big Pineapple in Tianzhu?"

Du Weiguo curled his lips without saying anything. He suppressed his murderous aura, gently touched Madam Yuan, and sat down next to her.

"Whether you dare or not, won't we know tomorrow?"

Guiziliu is an out-and-out heavy smoker. His addiction to smoking has penetrated into his bones. Especially when he is thinking, he cannot live without cigarettes for a moment.

"Whoo~"

Because Du Weiguo had suppressed his evil spirit, he lit the cigarette this time, took a long puff, and then exhaled the smoke comfortably.

Then, he gave Du Weiguo a thumbs up:

"Niupi, I've long been fed up with those jumping around. If the big thunder really goes off tomorrow, they should be able to keep quiet for a few years, and you should be able to keep quiet for a while too.

However, if you do this, you will have to face the wrath of the entire India and even England. The pressure is not small. Can you bear it?"

Du Weiguo also took out his cigarette case and lit a cigarette:

"Can you handle it? You don't have to worry about it. Okay, stop talking about these useless things. Let's continue talking about the benefits you want to get from me."

In just two sentences, Guiziliu finished a cigarette. After extinguishing the cigarette butt, he reached out without hesitation to grab the box of President Kunpeng on the table.

Du Weiguo just rolled his eyes at him but didn't try to stop him. It was just a box of cigarettes and it was his own property. No matter how scarce it was, he couldn't do without it.

After lighting it, Guiziliu impatiently smoked half of it, then exhaled a long puff of smoke.

He smacked his lips, rubbed the golden filter, and exclaimed:

"It is indeed a good cigarette, mellow, long-lasting, and smooth, not inferior to the special supply Red Panda. The packaging is also carefully designed, with both substance and appearance. No wonder it can be sold at a sky-high price."

As soon as he finished speaking, he changed the subject without any pause:

“If we can bring you down, in addition to the massive material gains, we can also reap unimaginable political benefits.

Citigroup, the T-Bears, Siam, England, and even Japan and India will all show great goodwill, and the international environment we face will be greatly eased.”

The current international environment in the north is indeed very difficult, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is as precarious as an egg on the wall.

Needless to say, the European and American powers have tried every means possible to strangle China, using a three-pronged blockade in the military, economic, and technological aspects.

Even the big brother in the same camp turned against us. Not only did he withdraw all the previous aid, but he also shamelessly asked for repayment.

If the original historical trajectory had continued, the two sides would even have had an armed conflict on the border in another year.

To sum it up in one sentence, the North is now like an isolated island, ostracized and isolated by the whole world. In fact, this situation has not been fundamentally improved until later generations.

Coupled with the current situation in the country which is hard to describe, to be honest, it is absolutely a miracle that China was able to survive and be reborn from the ashes.

As for Du Weiguo, he is now known as the head of the new third (empire), and his threat level has even exceeded that of Little Mustache in his prime.

It makes sense when you think about it. Du Weiguo's actual territory, area, population and number of troops are all about to rank among the top ten in the world. Moreover, he is the number one in the dark world, with great abilities, dozens of powerful people under his command, and several big pineapples in his hands.

With his own strength, he suppressed the two superpowers so much that they dared not raise their heads.

He touched the cakes of countless people and almost became the world's public enemy. I don't know how many people regarded him as a thorn in their eyes and a thorn in their flesh, and wanted to skin him alive.

Not to mention his mortal enemies, even the Russians, the KGB, and the Freemasons who were in their honeymoon period actually had more hatred than kindness.

As long as he falls, these guys will immediately turn against him.

Since Guiziliu was able to get involved with the group of evil spirits in the Landlord Society and still be in charge, he even spread his tentacles to England and Guyana.

This shows that some agreement must have been reached between the top leaders of the countries.

"Anything else?" Du Weiguo suppressed the anger in his heart and squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

"Yes." Guiziliu nodded decisively.

He seemed to have given up everything, ignoring Du Weiguo's anger, and said casually:

"The higher-ups have taken a fancy to the people with special abilities you have. If we can defeat you, we are sure we can swallow up the evil spirits in one gulp."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was stunned. After several seconds, he asked in astonishment:

"Swallow all the evil spirits in one gulp? Guizi Liu, do you know how powerful they are? Who gave you the courage to say that?

Even if I die, they are not fish that can be slaughtered at will. If you want to touch them, are you sure you have such good teeth? "

"Hehe~" Guiziliu smiled meaningfully.

"Think about it, if you were really killed, who would have the final say among the evil spirits?"

Du Weiguo frowned, and in a flash, a flash of enlightenment suddenly arose in his mind, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

Guizi Liu took the last puff of his cigarette, extinguished the almost scalding cigarette butt in the ashtray in front of him, and said quietly:

"I think you have guessed it. That's right. If you are gone, the one who is capable of standing up and carrying the banner must be Miss Hu."

Miss Hu is Du Weiguo's woman. Her combat power is the best among all the evil spirits. Moreover, her commanding ability, management ability, and various skills are also top-notch.

If anything really happened to him, his subordinates would definitely put aside their past grudges and spontaneously move closer to her.

Du Weiguo's face was as cold as frost, and he said coldly: "You really are deliberately plotting against me. So, you even invited Master Hu San from Lushan to come out?"

Guizi Liu nodded, then shook his head:

"He has not come out, but he has indeed reached an agreement with us. As long as you are gone, he is willing to come forward and persuade Miss Hu, and then subdue the entire group of evil spirits."

"You fart!"

At this moment, Mrs. Yuan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly started cursing.

At the same time, a dark red light flashed in her eyes, and two black threads shot out from under her sleeves, heading straight for Guiziliu's eyes.

"Qiang~"

At the critical moment, Du Weiguo waved his hand violently, a sharp cold light flashed, and the two black threads that shot into Guiziliu's eyes were instantly cut off.

"Hu Da, please be patient."

Of course Du Weiguo knew that it was Miss Hu who did it. Just when he sat down, Madam Yuan was possessed by her silently.

"I can't be at peace. This little bastard actually dared to touch my father. I'm going to kill him today no matter what!"

At this moment, Madam Yuan's eyes were flashing red, and her voice had turned into the royal sister's voice unique to Miss Hu. Even when she swore, it sounded particularly pleasant.

"Miss Hu is here too. I am really flattered that you two are here to deal with a nobody like me."

Having just been to the gates of hell, Guiziliu remained fearless.

He looked at Mrs. Yuan's dark red eyes with curiosity and inquiry, and his tone was a little inexplicably excited.

"I have only heard of the methods used by the Lushan Hu family, but never seen them before. Is this possession? It is so magical that it is done without anyone noticing."

The possessed Lady Yuan glared at him fiercely and ignored him. Instead, she turned to Du Weiguo and said murderously:

"Du Da, what's the point of keeping this gossipy, gossipy fellow? Just kill him. We are in a hurry to return to Tianzhu. If you can't do it, then I will do it."

Du Weiguo smiled helplessly:

"Hu Da, don't worry. I won't be alienated by him. Even if the Third Master really agrees, I can understand that it's nothing more than a pretense. Don't take it seriously."

"Don't worry, I have one last question, and after I ask it I will deal with him."

Guiziliu is a very sinister guy. He brought up the matter of Mr. Hu San. Regardless of whether the story was true or false, he was setting a trap for Du Weiguo and trying to sow discord between him and Miss Hu.

Once the seeds of doubt are planted, they will quickly take root and sprout, and eventually become an unhealable crack.

This is the power of Guiziliu. He can kill people without anyone noticing with just a few words.

However, his attempt to dig a hole this time was destined to be in vain. Du Weiguo was telling the truth, and he could indeed understand Mr. Hu San's position.

No matter how sophisticated he (it) is, or how powerful he (it) is, it is impossible for it to openly go against the state apparatus.

Moreover, his (its) temple is in the north, and there are so many descendants that it is impossible to escape.

This makes people under the eaves have to bow their heads.

"Hmph! Then ask quickly." Madam Yuan snorted coldly, but ultimately did not continue to attack.

Du Weiguo picked up the cigarette box on the table, pulled out a cigarette and handed it to Guiziliu, and took out a lighter to help him light it, and said lightly:

"I'm busy, I don't have time to catch up with you. One last question, one last cigarette, man, can we be quick?"

"Whoo~"

Guiziliu exhaled the smoke slowly, looked at him deeply, and then nodded. His tone was very calm, neither sad nor happy.

"Thank you for saving my dignity and not letting Miss Hu pick my brain. Okay, go ahead and ask me. Even if it violates discipline, I will tell you."

"Thank you**" Du Weiguo didn't waste any time and whispered a name.

"He's the one who's really behind all this, right?"

"Yes, it's him." After a few seconds of silence, he responded in a deep voice.

After he finished speaking, his lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something else, but in the end he held back and didn't open his mouth. Du Weiguo didn't say anything else either, just waited quietly for him to smoke.

"Okay, I'm done smoking, and it's time for me to get on the road."

About half a minute later, Guiziliu slowly put out the cigarette butt, straightened his collar, and a hint of sadness and relief flashed in his eyes.

"On the road?" Du Weiguo smiled sinisterly:

"Haha, Guizi Liu, what the hell are you thinking about? I'm going to make you feel a pain a hundred times more painful than death." (End of this chapter)