Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1205: Exposed?
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"What is your name?"
"Who does your family have?"
"What are your assets? Who is in charge?"
The brain of a person who has been injected with vomiting agent will become unprepared and ask what to answer. But its logic of thinking will also become simple, unable to answer complex questions. Zhou Qingfeng must ask questions very carefully in order to get what they want.
However, Zhou Qingfeng has spent the whole night. He sat on the bed and asked for seven or eight hours in a row, and he has gained a lot. The computer in the helmet also helped him to organize and summarize, especially to sort out the network of connections, which is very good for him to fake Haleggi.
As the day dawns, Zhou Qingfeng takes off Harlequin's clothes and puts on himself.
Uh ..., a little short!
Zhou Qingfeng and Magpie Nest Dove Zhan got into Haraj's bed. The bed is quite big, but his mechanical exoskeleton must be taken off and hidden, otherwise it will be easy to wear.
Cover your feet with a quilt, make sure your face, neck, and arm make-up skin color and shape are the same as Haraj. Most Zhou Qingfeng reached out and twisted the other person ’s neck, and the body was lost Wasteland.
Everything is ready and the time is almost dawn. Zhou Qingfeng slowly leaned against the head of the bed and coughed at the servant who collapsed beside the bed.
No response ... Did n’t you pinch your neck too hard?
Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a pillow at hand and smashed it over, and the breath fell on the servant's head. The servant's original crooked head was knocked down to the ground, knocking heavily, followed by a sudden body shake before waking up.
The servant who woke up saw the pillow that was still rolling, and then looked at the expressionless Mr. Halleji on the bed, and he was trembling with shock. He spoke incoherently and begged for mercy: "Dear Mr. Halji, I'm sorry, I don't know ..."
"Enough is enough, I do n’t want to listen to your nonsense." "Halji" is a very dignified person in front of his servant, and at this moment he said in a deep voice, "Go and call Mahad."
Indifferent, not nonsense, not angry, this is what Harlech usually looks like in front of his servant. The close-fitting servant was already sifting bran, pleading. The other fainted servant also woke up and knelt down to beg for mercy.
The movement in the bedroom quickly disturbed the guard standing outside, calling Mahad ’s butler in a hurry to come to ‘Halji’.
"Dear Halalji, what happened?" The housekeeper Mahad is a close believer and is in charge of many affairs around Halalji. He is a fake ‘Halji’ who wants to fling and ca n’t get rid of it; he wants to get around, but ca n’t get around.
The counterfeit goods on the big bed revealed their newly acquired majesty and power, and announced the punishment for the two close-fitting servants, "Let these two idiots get away and get another one."
The close-fitting servant takes care of the life of Harlegie, and even comes into close contact with Zhou Qingfeng daily. He was worried that the details of his life would cause others to be suspicious, and he had to make excuses to drive away these two people who were familiar with the real Haraj.
The two crying servants were easily driven away, but the housekeeper Mahad posted a greeting and said, "Dear Mr. Khaledi, how are you feeling now?"
Zhou Qingfeng leaned against the spacious and soft bed and said comfortably, "I am still a little tired."
"I'll call the doctor."
"No, no, just lie down for a while. I can't fall asleep now, talk to me about the recent market gains and the situation in the bank."
Zhou Qingfeng is here to pick up trash, but where can ordinary trash get into his eyes? Tossing these days, isn't it just to get a big vote? He focused on Harlequin, that is, the wealth accumulated by Harlequin over the years.
There is no way to simply remember a large number of complex properties. You must have a professional management team to control them. Khaledi ’s property was taken care of by the housekeeper Mahad. Although the latter was a bit strange, he still brought in a computer for reporting.
The wealth of Khaledji is not a matter of how many bank accounts, but a variety of properties distributed in New York, London, Frankfurt, Zurich and other parts of the world. Specifically, the financial management teams of major banks are responsible for the operation.
Cash, bonds, stocks, businesses, real estate ... With Mahathir's report, Zhou Qingfeng finally put a smile on his makeup face. It is roughly estimated that Hallegi, the big borer, controlled more than two billion dollars of wealth.
What a huge sum of money!
The only headache is that the money is not easy to cash out, or it is not easy to transfer to the Zhou Qingfeng ’s own account.
You can see if you ca n’t eat, you have to think of something!
It only makes sense for capital to flow, otherwise it is waste paper.
In addition to the funds that exist in various banks, there are also a large number of materials in the black market controlled by Khaledji. Among them are not only various weapons and equipment, but also a large number of civilian lifeforms funds, including even all kinds of food and medicine.
Thinking that the Syrian civilians outside are suffering from hunger and starvation, the worms of Harleji are hoarding and full of money, Zhou Qingfeng hates the root of the tooth-this kind of **** is just too cheap to twist his neck.
The long report of assets made the housekeeper Mahad read his saliva and did not finish it for an hour. When it was dawn, Zhou Qingfeng was impatient. He simply reached out and said: "Show me the computer, I will see for myself."
The housekeeper honestly handed the computer to Zhou Qingfeng, and the fat face of Zhou Qingfeng after the make-up was shaken because of this-a large fortune picked up by Bai, this is it.
There are not too many bank account numbers and passwords on the computer, but more important contact and verification methods for some foreign financial management teams. In addition, there is a list, location, and contact information of the people in the Khaledi forces. This is a network of great value.
Ha Ha Ha ..., with so many things, I can make waves!
It ’s nice to think about it. This game is really fun.
Zhou Qingfeng read a few points of the property report, and the more you look at it, the happier you are. The housekeeper Mahad retreated after convicting him, and it didn't take long to get a few servants and the breakfast prepared.
"Sir, do you need us to serve you to the bathroom?" A new servant stepped forward and asked, perhaps because he had a lesson, he was quite nervous.
Zhou Qingfeng likes this kind of tension, so the nervous servant will not be too chaotic. He waved his hand irresistibly and said, "Go outside, I will handle it myself."
"Yes, sir." The servants retreated.
At this time, a luxurious bedroom is somewhat too open, because the bedroom has no doors that can be closed, and the large arched doorway has only a beaded curtain. The servants stayed in the living room outside the door and could see the Zhou Qingfeng on the bed at any time.
Damn the goddamn, do n’t rich gangsters pay attention to personal privacy?
But this trouble is not enough. Afterwards, the housekeeper Mahad ran back, and there was a young maid wearing only **** underwear.
What is this for?
Halleji did not give details of this life.
Zhou Qingfeng can only continue to lie down and pretend to be patient.
The beautiful maid picked up the thin bed and was drilled in, and slowly climbed into the Zhou Qingfeng crotch under the watch of the housekeeper, pulling the pajamas he was wearing. Immediately afterwards, I heard a woman's exclamation-the size of something was wrong, the one in front of me was much larger than usual!
Lying trough!
The rich are amazing!
Life is so corrupt!
This, this, this, is this the legendary good morning bite?
It's really rotten and backward, abandoning aristocratic life. I will use a critical mindset to reveal its sins.
Zhou Qingfeng never imagined that he was exposed so quickly, even in front of a maid. He only had the quilt calmly lifted up the quilt, and the dazed maid, who was in a daze, shouted, "Hurry up, don't talk."