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

Pattaya, beachfront villa complex, Moran's residence.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, when the night was at its darkest, but the lights in the villa were still on, so bright that they were dazzling.

The living room was filled with a faint smell of cigarette smoke. On the large leather sofa, only Du Weiguo and Mo Lan were sitting opposite each other.

Everyone else was away, even the dog Nightmare had been driven away. The two of them were silent, and the atmosphere was quite solemn.

"Moran, I admit that I have neglected you a little recently."

After a long time, Du Weiguo exhaled smoke, extinguished the cigarette butt, and was the first to break the oppressive silence, but his voice sounded a little muffled.

What he said was somewhat insincere.

In his subconscious, Moran was an ambitious and capable woman who did not need much help from him.

Her management and operational abilities are unrivaled among all the evil spirits, perhaps even better than Miss Hu.

Moreover, the plate in Moran's hand was actually not small at all, but she was not aware of it.

Pattaya, Bandung, these two cities and even the surrounding prefectures, her words are all in the law.

Through her continuous encroachment, she now has almost monopolized the entire industry, manufacturing, and construction in southern Siam.

There is also the car city that she built with all her money. At present, the military Hummer has officially been launched. Judging from the current trend, it is definitely a cash cow.

Finally, the military force under Moran's command is also extremely powerful, only slightly inferior to that of Guyana.

The mercenary group led by Huo Wei and Ellie has been fighting to support the war, and the two new recruits camps in Wanlun Prefecture and Pattaya have never stopped recruiting soldiers.

At present, the total strength of Moran's main combat corps alone has expanded to more than 2 people.

4 infantry brigades, 2 motorized brigades, 1 armed helicopter battalion, and a fully mechanized special operations battalion with 3000 people, the Dumo (DM) Battalion.

Currently, there are four special operations corps composed of ordinary people under the command of the Demon Gods, namely Kunpeng, Longya, Yanluo and Dumo.

Among them, Dumo's combat power is the strongest.

Every member of Dumo is an elite selected from the mercenary group, and they are also veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles.

Actual combat, seeing blood, these experiences can never be compensated by hard training.

The equipment of the Dumo Battalion is all the latest American weapons, and their combat effectiveness is comparable to that of Citibank's Green Berets. Every one of them is Moran's favorite and he treasures them very much.

This time, Du Weiguo was going to dispatch them to Kayseri for rescue, with a quota of 1500 people, half of the entire Dumo Brigade.

It was this request that touched Moran's sore spot and completely angered her.

Not to mention how many of Dumo who went to Persia could survive after the "living dead" were wiped out.

Just based on Miss Hu's eager-to-pluck personality, an elite soldier like Du Mo who had experienced many battles would most likely be detained and never return if he went to Persia.

For Moran, this was tantamount to cutting off her flesh and picking her bones, and she certainly could not accept it.

Moran raised his eyes and looked at him straight, and after a long while he slowly shook his head:

"No, Du Weiguo, you didn't ignore me."

"In your heart, you don't need to worry about someone like me. In fact, you are a little wary of me and don't want me to become big."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "Mo Lan, what are you talking about?"

"How could I possibly be on guard against you? You and I are one and the same. If you become bigger and stronger, it will only benefit me. Why would I refuse?"

"Really?" Moran was full of disbelief.

"Of course it's true!" Du Weiguo replied without hesitation, his tone firm and decisive.

"Well, you said that."

A hint of subtle cunning flashed across Moran's eyes:

"Hong Kong Island is the private land you allocated to Zhao Yingnan. Fine, I won't fight for it. But what about Siam? It should be considered my territory, right?"

"Well, this piece of land in Siam belongs to you. You can do whatever you want. I promise that no one will fight for it."

For a moment, Du Weiguo did not notice the trap hidden in her words and took the blame.

"Hey~"

The real purpose was revealed, Moran smiled, she straightened up suddenly, her fox eyes suddenly lit up in a creepy way.

"You are a demon, you keep your word, and you stick to your words. Since you said Siam is my territory, when will you hand over the business in Bangkok to me?"

"Fuck~"

Du Weiguo took a breath of cold air.

Damn, I actually forgot about this and let this woman get confused. What kind of business is there in Bangkok? Of course, it’s the flour business.

Today, under Du Weiguo's strong interference, the flour trading in Triangle Land has become more formal and systematic, forming a complete and stable three-level distribution system.

Kongka is only responsible for planting and production and does not participate in sales. Tang Conglong, the leader of Bangkok's Chinatown, is the general distributor, and drug lords from all over the world are all second-level distributors.

No matter how powerful Du Weiguo is, he cannot control the terminal retail price of flour, but the wholesale price to the second-level distributors is firmly in his hands.

Tang Conglong and Du Weiguo split the profits generated by this link equally.

In the past year or so, the two flour producing areas, Silver Triangle and Golden Crescent, have become increasingly sluggish in scale due to continuous suppression and weakening by the evil spirits.

Therefore, Sanjiaodi is now almost the only one in the market, and its sales volume has skyrocketed exponentially, with daily revenues being as huge as a mountain of gold and silver.

The share of the triangular land is also the most important source of Du Weiguo’s personal piggy bank.

The current monthly share is no less than 2000 million US dollars, and it is increasing rapidly every month. It is expected that it will reach at least 3 million per year in the near future.

It was obvious that this woman Moran had set her eyes on his little treasury.

Suppressing his chaotic thoughts, Du Weiguo asked in a deep voice:

"Moran, are you short of money?"

"Of course I am! I'm almost penniless!" Moran answered confidently, and did not forget to give him a fierce look.

"How could that be?" Du Weiguo frowned, a little surprised.

"Now that the car has been manufactured, I heard that it is selling quite well, and the initial investment has been completed, how could you still be short of money?"

"Bullshit! Du Weiguo, who the hell did you hear that from?"

Upon hearing this, Moran's eyes suddenly turned red, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

“The guy next door! Even though the car was built and the order was OK, I didn’t even get a single cent of the money back.

Not only that, but I have to pay tens of thousands of people’s wages every month. Lately, I’ve been so poor that I’ve almost had to sell my blood!”

Moran's words were full of resentment, but Du Weiguo heard them more vaguely.

"Why didn't I see the money? Who dares to refuse to pay you now?"

Moran felt even more wronged, and even started crying:
“I didn’t default on my debts, but the first few batches of military vehicles were ordered by the Russians and Citibank. They didn’t pay at all, and used weapons and equipment to pay for them.

Besides, Zhao Yingnan also owns half of this car factory, and Guiana also has shares. I have to give them their shares in cash. It's really too difficult for me!"

At this point, Moran half-truthfully squeezed out a few tears, but Du Weiguo completely understood it at this moment.

God damn, they refused to pay and used weapons to pay off the debt. Bullshit, all excuses. It was obviously because Moran was ambitious and wanted to expand her own strength, so she used military vehicles to exchange weapons and equipment with the bear Citibank.

Du Weiguo curled his lips and said nothing. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, half smiling, and glared at her with a sharp gaze that could see through everything.

Moran felt so uncomfortable being stared at that she even forgot to pretend crying and subconsciously twisted her body:

"What are you looking at?"

Du Weiguo did not reply immediately. Instead, he lit another cigarette, took a few puffs, and then spoke lightly.

"Moran, your mercenary corps is already large and strong enough. If you continue to expand, Siam will not be able to accommodate you.

Even the Citigroup military will be wary of your strength and find excuses to terminate cooperation with you. How will you place these elite soldiers and generals then?"

After brushing off the cigarette ash, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he spoke word by word:

"Moran, you want to carve out a kingdom for yourself in India. To be more specific, your target is Kalimantan Island. Am I right?"

Upon hearing this, Moran's eyes flickered and her expression changed, but she soon regained her composure.

"That's right! I just have my eyes on Kalimantan." She admitted it very straightforwardly.

Kalimantan, the third largest island in the world, has a land area of ​​75 square kilometers, which is larger than the entire Siam.

Moreover, Kalimanfa is a treasure island with fertile arable land, abundant forest resources, several natural deep-water ports and extremely rich seafood.

The most important point is that the island has mines, iron, nickel, copper, tin, aluminum, and phosphorus. Basically, it has everything except oil.

In fact, there is not only oil but even natural gas in the waters off Kalimanhai Island, but it has not been explored yet.

To be more precise, it’s not that it hasn’t been discovered, but that no one has ever discovered it.

For the past three hundred years, Indonesia has been under Dutch colonial rule, and the level of development of Kalimantan Island is almost zero.

The island was not initially developed until World War II, during the Japanese occupation.

Most of the mineral veins discovered so far were also explored during this period.

After Japan surrendered, India was in a state of chaos and civil war until Suato came to power, when the situation began to improve.

However, due to the huge change caused by the sudden emergence of Du Weiguo, Suato, who was supposed to rule dictatorially for more than 30 years, died after serving as president for more than two years.

Now, the situation of Yindi is even more chaotic. It has split into dozens of large and small warlords, who are attacking each other and fighting endlessly.

In the past two years, the mercenary group under Moran's command has been fighting to support itself, and has become stronger and stronger.

In terms of comprehensive strength, he is already ranked among the top military leaders like Yinni. However, he is certainly unable to occupy the entire island.

However, it is easy to occupy a corner of it.

In fact, the richest western island of Kalimantan is now basically under the actual control of the mercenary group.

The two looked at each other in silence. Facing Du Weiguo's cold gaze that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, Moran was stubborn and did not retreat.

"Alas~" Du Weiguo sighed softly and said helplessly:
"Moran, you should know how important the strategic location of Kalimantan is. How many people are eyeing this piece of fat meat?"

"During the chaos, if you just eat it temporarily, it's fine, but if you try to take it for yourself, it will happen immediately~~"

Moran stood up suddenly and interrupted him: "You will soon become the target of public criticism! Isn't it?"

"Then we can just separate the males and females with our fists. What's the big deal? As long as Citigroup and the Russian bear don't come down directly, I won't care about any of these three-legged cats like Yinni!"

When she said this, her tone was sonorous and powerful.

"Mo Lan~" Du Weiguo was about to speak when he was interrupted by her again.

"Do you think my ambition is too big, trying to swallow an elephant?"

Du Weiguo indeed thought so in his heart, but of course he would not be so stupid as to say it directly.

"No, Moran, I just think you are a little too hasty. Maybe it's better to take it slow."

"Ha, let's take it slow?"

Moran chuckled at first, then raised his eyebrows, and his eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife.

"Tianzhu, Motihari City, that wild woman named Lin."

"She had not achieved anything, but within just one month, she became the master of the six northeastern states, with an area of ​​more than 20 square kilometers and a population of more than 2000 million."

She became angrier and angrier as she spoke, her voice filled with anger.

"And what about Kalimantan? I have been planning for nearly two years, spending a lot of effort and going through countless bloody battles. How much money did I spend? How many brothers died?

What? I, Moran, am not a person with special abilities. Am I not worthy of owning a piece of land where I can truly be the master? "

Du Weiguo was speechless for a moment after her question. At this moment, he suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

The seventh-rank county official still felt it was too low a rank, and he wanted to wear a purple robe in the court, become a prime minister of the first-rank court, and even wanted to seize the throne.

Human desires are endless.

Perhaps inspired by Guo Fu, Miss Hu, and Lin Jiaojiao, Moran no longer wants to be just a super rich person, nor is she willing to continue to be the queen of the underground.

She wants to step to the front and claim to be the only one with power, or hide behind the scenes and secretly control the affairs of a country.

"Ugh."

Du Weiguo slowly put out his cigarette, sighed deeply, and compromised:
"Okay, Moran, stop pretending to be poor and miserable in front of me. I won't let you get involved in the flour business, but starting next month, I will personally support you with 500 million military expenses every month."

Moran shook his head without hesitation: "No, it's too little, at least 2000 million!"

"Are you dreaming? 600 million, forget it!" Du Weiguo rolled his eyes at him unhappily.

A smile appeared in the corner of Moran's eyes:
"Eighteen million, no bargaining! I will never send a single soldier to Persia for a penny less."

"700 million, Moran, this is my only source of private money. I am now a big shot after all. You can't let me beg for a living with an empty pocket, right?"

Du Weiguo used both soft and hard tactics, even going so far as to lose face and play the victim, but Moran was not easy to fool and didn't fall for his tricks at all.

"Boss, please don't tease me. Not to mention the profits from the flour business, the number is far more than 2000 million."

Besides, your pachinko business in Japan is also booming. It is no exaggeration to say that you are making a fortune every day. How can you be short of money?"

After his past was exposed, Du Weiguo felt a little embarrassed and angry, and his face darkened.

"800 million, this is my bottom line, it's up to you whether you want it or not."

After a fierce bargaining, the final price was set at 1200 million per month, which was almost half of the share of the flour business.

"Moran, are you satisfied?"

"Hurry up and dispatch people and planes. Although Persia is Hu Da's territory, it is ultimately our own business. I don't want outsiders to laugh at us."

At this time, Du Weiguo's voice was a little hoarse, and his patience was on the verge of exhaustion.

"Tsk!" Moran glanced at him and sneered:
"Dumo's four most capable squadrons, a total of 4 Tiger Soldiers, along with all their equipment, and 2000 fully fueled Hercules transport planes, will all be in place before 25 a.m. tomorrow morning."

"Don't worry, I won't delay your support for that Persian woman named Hu."

Her tone was still ambiguous, but Du Weiguo's heart suddenly felt warm. (End of this chapter)