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

"What? You don't want to?"

Seeing Du Weiguo's expression changing rapidly and he remained silent for a long time, Miss Hu curled her lips and directly pointed out what he was thinking.

"Du Da, don't think you can find a random excuse to get rid of me and go to Citibank to make money. I'm telling you, it's impossible. Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

"What little tricks do I have?"

Du Weiguo was startled for a moment, but he was also an experienced actor with superb acting skills. Although he was panicked in his heart, his face remained expressionless.

Seeing that he was still being stubborn, Miss Hu rolled her eyes at him:

"Hmph, no matter what, Quiana is your dearest and precious treasure. You are deliberately trying to extort money from Citibank just for Quiana, right?"

After his thoughts were completely exposed, Du Weiguo became calm instead, and nodded in acknowledgement.

"Hu Da, after all, Quiana is our own territory, and we should give it some respect."

"Oh, you admit that you are biased?" Miss Hu sneered and said mercilessly:

"What do you mean by our territory? That sounds nice. Kuiya is the territory of you and that little girl. I have a sense of dignity, so I won't just ignore others' cold stares."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo suddenly felt agitated.

Now, the comparison and competition among the women around him are getting more and more intense and have reached a fever pitch, and the instigator of the war is the Miss Hu in front of him.

Ever since she suddenly appeared in Hong Kong Island and seized command of the war with the Freemasons at the time, the curtain of palace fighting slowly opened.

Zhao Yingnan has an open-minded personality and doesn't like to fight, so that's not so bad. But Moran, this ambitious woman, has an incredibly strong desire to win.

This little girl Guo Fu is not an easy person to deal with. She is a sharp-tongued person by nature, and Su Li always stirs up trouble in her ears, which makes her even more motivated.

It would be fine if there were only three of them. They could each guard their own stall and live in peace. At least there wouldn't be any conflict in the short term.

However, with the sudden change of Miss Hu, the conflict immediately became intensified.

She acted in a domineering manner, but most importantly, she was extremely capable. She easily killed Mina, the commander of Noah's Legion, and single-handedly conquered most of Persia.

Such a great achievement instantly made the women feel a strong sense of oppression and also aroused their desire to win.

Even Zhao Yingnan, who has always been the most Buddhist, has begun to take action and is unwilling to continue to be a lazy person.

Miss Hu was very perceptive. Seeing Du Weiguo had a sullen face and didn't say anything, she immediately guessed what he was thinking and hit him with her elbow.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy? Do you think I'm ignorant and didn't give way to my sisters?"

"Sisters?" Du Weiguo laughed at her words.

"Hu Da, are you assuming that you are the first wife?"

"Am I not?" Miss Hu's eyes immediately became sharp, and a dangerous light flashed in them.

"Yes, yes, you are beautiful and intelligent, of course you should be the first wife, you must be the first wife."

Seeing that Miss Hu took the initiative to change the subject and did not continue to mention the matter of sharing the money with him, Du Weiguo no longer maintained his temper and just gave in.

"That's pretty much it."

A hint of pride appeared on Miss Hu's face, and then she changed the subject.

"Du Da, whether you are happy or not, I will go to Citibank with you. I won't share the money with you for the time being."

The trip to Citibank was not a leisurely one.

Du Weiguo wanted to establish his authority in Citibank, make an example of someone to scare the monkeys, and extort an unimaginable amount of money, which inevitably led to some bloody battles.

Although he is very capable, he is alone after all. Once he is surrounded and beaten, he will inevitably be unable to stirrup enough. Miss Hu is worried about him going it alone.

Du Weiguo was not stupid and he fully felt her feelings. The slight dissatisfaction that had just arisen in his heart disappeared in an instant.

He placed his hand on Miss Hu's shoulder, rubbed it gently, and said in a gentle voice:

"Thank you, Hu Da, it's great to have you."

"Hmph, don't try that on me."

Miss Hu shook her shoulders, shook off his dog's paw, and said fiercely:

"Du Da, I'm telling you, you must return the money you stole from me with interest, not a cent less!"

"Okay, okay, I'll pay you back. I'll lend you 15 billion and return you 20 billion, okay?" Du Weiguo raised his hands helplessly in surrender.

"It's just barely enough." Miss Hu's beautiful eyes narrowed into crescent shapes, and it was obvious that she was very satisfied with the amount.

"Whoo~"

Du Weiguo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that this woman Hu Da was really difficult to deal with.

It was already evening, the sunset had dyed the clouds blood red, and the plane seemed to be flying in a sea of ​​blood.

Miss Hu glanced out the window and said, "Du Da, are we already in the airspace of Yonan?"

"Yes." Du Weiguo nodded: "In about two hours, we will be over Hanoi."

Miss Hu took out her cigarette case and lit two cigarettes in one go, giving one to Du Weiguo.

"In other words, if those foreign devils really dare to attack us halfway, isn't now the best time?"

"Huh~" Du Weiguo exhaled a long breath of smoke and glanced out the window.

“Yes, if the intelligence I have is correct, the two nuclear-powered aircraft carriers of the Citi Pacific Fleet, the Constellation and the Fiery Horse.

It is currently cruising in the waters near Gusu Island, about 200 kilometers away from us, which is just the best attack range."

Miss Hu nodded without denying, "Then do you think these foreign devils dare to really attack us?"

"Hmm~" Du Weiguo frowned and thought for a long time before replying.

"To be honest, I can't say for sure. If I were them, I would definitely not let go of this God-given opportunity."

"Haha~" Miss Hu laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Du Weiguo was a little curious.

"Du Da, have you ever thought about this? Today, looking around the world, who can change places with you?"

Miss Hu suppressed her smile and said teasingly:

"No matter what you do, no matter whether you succeed or fail, you will be able to get out of it safely in the end, so you will naturally be able to do whatever you want."

Du Weiguo understood what she meant, and it did make some sense.

It is easy to say that we should put ourselves in other people's shoes, but it is extremely difficult to do it.

Those big shots floating in the clouds will never understand those little people who struggle for three meals a day.

Similarly, those screenwriters who eat and drink a lot all day long, the scripts they write are like shit and are not even worth reading.

Du Weiguo is now suffering from a similar problem. He has been so arrogant and invincible for too long that he is simply unable to put himself in others' shoes in the true sense of the word.

"So, you mean, they don't dare to attack us?"

Miss Hu took a puff of her cigarette and said calmly:

"It's not impossible, but I think the chance is very small. After all, everyone is afraid of death, especially those powerful people. If they are not absolutely sure that they can kill us in one go, especially you, they will face a violent revenge, which they cannot bear."

"Makes sense."

Du Weiguo nodded, then slapped the joystick in annoyance:

"Damn, Bai Fei is so high."

Meanwhile, in Yonan, Cat Ba Island, Citi Naval Base.

The combat command room was filled with smoke. Several high-ranking military officers sat around a table. It was filled with generals, and the lowest of them all had two bars and three stars on their shoulders.

But at this moment everyone's face was gloomy and they were silent. The atmosphere in the room was quite solemn.

"Dangdang~"

The three-star lieutenant general with short white hair knocked hard on the table and said:

"Tell me what you think?"

His name was Erwin, the commander-in-chief of the U.S. Navy's invasion of Vietnam. But even though he opened his mouth to urge them, no one spoke.

Today's subject is obviously a fatal one, and it won't just be his subordinates who will die.

Whoever agrees will be blamed for his or her actions. Not only will the person who carries out the action be 100% responsible, but his or her family or clan may also be implicated.

Everyone knows that in the military, anyone who can reach the rank of colonel or above cannot be stupid, and his emotional intelligence and IQ must be far beyond that of ordinary people.

A bunch of cunning people gathered together, who would be willing to get into such bad luck?

Seeing that no one spoke, Lieutenant General Erwin's brows were furrowed as if he was about to pinch a fly to death, but he could do nothing about it. As a commander, he couldn't just perform a one-man show.

His eyes scanned the area, finally settling on the face of a bearded major general, and he named him:

"Chief of Staff Bobs, why don't you tell me what we should do?"

"Fuck it~"

Chief of Staff Bobs, who was named, immediately cursed in his heart and greeted all the female family members of Irwin.

But there is no way, he has to say it whether he wants to or not.

Who made him the chief of staff? His job is to give advice and make plans, and he specializes in this. Besides, he has no soldiers under him and his backbone is not strong enough.

Of course, there are benefits as well. At least he doesn't have to command the battle personally, and the mortality rate is greatly reduced.

Bobs pulled the cigar out of his mouth, flicked it in the ashtray, and then said in a deep voice:

"Commander, since the Pentagon has passed the intelligence to us and asked me to act accordingly, I think we can send fighter jets into the air."

"Om~"

A single stone can cause a thousand ripples. As soon as he finished speaking, the operations room, which had been extremely quiet just a moment ago, suddenly became lively.

"Ha! That's easy to say. You don't have to give orders or direct them. Even if you anger the evil spirit, he won't be able to find you when he wants to take revenge."

"That's right, whoever wants to go can go. Our Third Fleet will not send carrier-based aircraft!"

"Hanoi's air base is within reach, so why not let that old redneck Doug send a plane to investigate?"

"This matter, after all, is John Bull's business. What does it have to do with us? Let them send a plane!"

"That's right, let the British die!"

"The Chief of Staff is right. We should immediately send fighter jets into the air and completely eradicate these evils."

For a time, people were outraged and had different opinions. Basically, most people held opposing views. Of course, there were also pro-war factions who advocated taking the opportunity to wipe out Du Weiguo and his men.

"Oh!"

Lieutenant General Erwin could no longer tolerate their quarrels. He slammed his fist on the table and said angrily:

"Shut the hell up!"

Seeing that the boss was angry, everyone fell silent, lowered their heads and stopped talking.

"Bobs, keep talking," he said, suppressing his anger.

"Okay, Your Excellency the Commander." Bobs nodded calmly.

At this moment, he had sorted out his thoughts and made up his mind, and his tone sounded much calmer than before.

"The Pentagon's order is for us to understand the current situation and then act accordingly. If we don't even send aircraft and do no reconnaissance work, we will be suspected of violating orders.

By then, everyone present here may be held accountable or transferred away from Yonan, so it is necessary to take the plane into the air. "

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's expressions became unnatural and their eyes began to flicker.

The sound of a cannon is worth a fortune. This saying has two meanings, and everyone who has served in the army knows it.

The first refers to expenditure. Wars cost money. Once the war starts and the guns sound, money will flow out like a flood, and no family assets can withstand it.

Secondly, you can make a fortune by fighting in wars. After every war, a group of officers will become wealthy.

Embezzlement and plunder are basic operations, so I won’t go into details.

In addition, weapons dealers, arms dealers, and even car dealers and clothing suppliers will also give kickbacks to the military. The process is similar to the way hospitals make money.

Everyone present here is a military commander who fought in Vietnam, each in charge of a specific area, and they are all future wealthy people.

In just a few years, you can earn enough money to last for several lifetimes.

Once held accountable, not only will the money he made previously be gone, but he may also face imprisonment. Even if he is transferred back to Citi, his way of making money will be cut off.

Bobs noticed the changes in everyone's expressions and knew that everyone had figured out the interests involved.

There was a glimmer of pride in his eyes. He cleared his throat and continued:

"We have to send a plane, but once it's airborne, if we really find the flight that the evil spirit is on, we can use the radio to ask Washington for instructions immediately."

"At that time, whether to attack or not will be decided by those officials in the Pentagon."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, especially Lieutenant General Erwin, who could not hide the smile on his face.

He stood up suddenly and said decisively:

"Order the Constellation and the Fiery Horse to immediately dispatch the carrier-based 6F111 fighter jets with bombs to search the entire Beibu Gulf and the northeastern part of Yonan."

On the Gulfstream plane, the conversation between Du Weiguo and Miss Hu was not over yet. This time, Hu San and Lin Jiaojiao, who were unwilling to be lonely, joined in.

Everyone else pricked up their ears to listen. If the space in the cockpit wasn't limited, everyone would have had to squeeze in.

"Du Da, is it really explosive?"

Miss Hu handed a telegram in her hand to Hu San, her tone somewhat hesitant.

This telegram was just sent by mechanic Rod. He has already arrived at Kemper Bay in the Kunpeng submarine, and the Big Pineapple is also ready and can be launched at any time.

"Well, it's really explosive. The arrow is on the string and has to be shot. This big pineapple will explode at noon tomorrow. Even Jesus can't stop it!" (End of this chapter)