I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1270: The way out

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Liu Yao is here, how could he not know?

Although the invitation was not sent by him, every name entered from Koror City Airport will appear on the ghost agent ’s server. What’s more, Liu Yao is on the protection list of “Overseas Important Personnel” of Ghost Agent. When her name appeared on the entry list, Aisha told Jiang Chen as soon as possible.

As the dinner was about to end, Jiang Chen mentioned his departure and “ambushed” here.

Liu Yao was turned into the presidential suite of the Hilton franchise downstairs. Jiang Chen raised his hand and slammed the door. The two held together at the entrance and leaned against the wall beside the shoe cabinet.

“What about Aisha?” Leaning against the wall and breathing lightly, Liu Yao quickly glanced into the room, facing the aggressive vision, and asked with a little husky, “She just now Is n’t it next to you? “

“She went back first and asked for leave for me.”

“Ask for leave?”

“Yes, I will be here for the past three days.” Jiang Chen’s mouth smirked.

Feeling the deep meaning in the bad smile, Liu Yao buried her pretty face and whispered.

“My plane tomorrow morning.”

“Then cancel it,” one hand plopped on the wall, and the other hand gently lifted the delicate chin. Jiang Chen put on an irresistible tone and said domineeringly, “Go back , Let my private plane deliver you. “

“Bad guy,” avoiding the restless index finger, thumping his head on Jiang Chen’s chest, Liu Yao’s cheeks were flushed, a happy smile was drawn from the corner of his mouth, and said with a sweet voice, “Be careful me Report to the police and sue you for illegal imprisonment. Ban well-known artists. “

“Go, the police station in Koror is the one I opened. I want to see who catches me,” Jiang Chen said with a smirk, “Yeah, I just don’t have a pair Handcuffs and a leather whip just happened to be brought to me by the police. “

“What are you going to do with those things?” Liu Yao shrank from the wall and shouted in fear.

“Of course to interrogate you,” the index finger gently aroused the fascinating face, Jiang Chen said softly, “Why not tell me before you come and let me pick you up at the airport.”

“I,” gasping gently, suppressing the feelings about to overflow, Liu Yao swallowed and whispered, whispered, “I want to surprise you.”

Looking at Liu Yao’s beautiful eyes, Jiang Chen smiled badly.

“The police officer found that you are lying.”

Looking back at the look of the S Qi burst watch, Liu Yao laughed with a chuckle.

“Do n’t you say you ca n’t see which one of my sentences is true and which one is false?”

“You also said that it was before,” Jiang Chen bent the corner of his mouth, so he closed his eyes mysteriously, “but now, I suddenly awakened an ability called Mind Reading. It can tell me, you Are you lying again? “

Putting her lips softly, she gave Jiang Chen a charming look, and Liu Yao said in a teasing tone, “Then you just read my heart, do you still need to interrogate?”

“Because I want to hear from you.”

The atmosphere in the room is ambiguous.

“Come here to develop in the new country?”

Liu Yao shook his head gently.

“Why?”

“Now this is fine.”

“Really?” Jiang Chen asked.

“You already have a lot of wives, but there is only one lover,” Xianxianyu fingers gently pressed against Jiang Chen’s heart, and Liu Yao’s mouth held a sweet smile, “At least here, I Occupies a unique piece. “

Looking at the water-like eyes, Jiang Chen took a deep sniff of the fragrance of jasmine in the hair and whispered.

“You will make me feel very guilty.”

“Should n’t you be guilty? You villain …”

The white arm passed the ring around his back, pulling the face of Sisiwang into it.

Red lips hunted down along the short black hair, Liu Yao ’s shell teeth gently held Jiang Chen ’s ears down, just like tasting jelly, with a tender red fragrance. The tongue followed the crystal and soft outline Pin lick.

Feeling the fiery heat printed on the underside of the evening dress. Both sides of the legs …

The warm air rushed across his ears, and along with the long brewing words, he vomited lightly between the slightly opened lips.

“Feed me …”

……

After the dinner, Nayev returned to the hotel booked in Penglai by yacht. .

Lying on the lounge chair on the roof, enjoying the massage of the blonde Bikini behind him, his eyes gradually retracted from the bright night scene, closed his eyes, relaxed the muscles of the whole body, and enjoyed that quietly Skillful kneading.

“You must be sweaty and have to make ends meet, until you return to the soil, because you are from the soil, you are dust, you still have to belong to the dust.”

This sentence comes from a pagan classic, which he accidentally saw while studying in the United States.

However, no matter how many times he recalled, this sentence made him feel a lot.

If this sentence is used on the head of today’s Saudi Arabia, just replace “dust” with “grit” to vividly tell the destiny of this desert country soon.

Oil prices continue to fall, even for oil crops without future human life, in 2020, a major breakthrough in shale gas technology, oil production has entered a strange circle-“more and more extraction, more and more poverty .

It may not be felt in some countries, but as early as a few years ago, many countries whose oil prices were regulated by the market, the price of 1L gasoline was not even comparable to 1L mineral water.

Ironical reality.

The “black gold” that once stirred up the exchange rate and futures markets has now fallen to such a point.

The Rotten Tail Tower on the desert has already explained many problems, and the ambitious plan to build a second Dubai is gone. How long can black gold support the extravagance of the Saudi royal family? Even Nayev who enjoyed all this was not clear.

But he was only convinced.

That is, if they do n’t want to be like the neighbors in the north, they must learn from the neighbors in the east.

Thinking of this, Nayev’s slight eyebrows clenched into a ball, and fists clenched.

They must make changes.

Before the world forces them to make changes.

“Did I hurt you?”

The blond woman who massaged behind him asked softly.

“No.” As soon as he frowned, Nayef smiled and said softly, “You can try harder.”

“Okay,” the blonde smiled slightly, her strength increased by one point, “Actually, you can relax more.”

Nayev grinned, did not speak, and continued to close his eyes.

After hearing Jiang Chenguo ’s offer, he immediately agreed, but he was still hesitant about the dangerous transaction.

Ten thousand mercenaries.

For the chaos in Syria, this is just a small number.

However, for him, this number is not small.

Jiang Chen is right, he does have connections with people in Syria. A general who is loyal to President Basal, and a Russian businessman who only recognizes money but does not recognize people, in partnership with these two people, he can easily process a batch of processed fuel and purchased from Western countries. Weapons, across the Saudi border, through the eastern corridor of Jordan, were sent to the hands of the Syrian government forces in exchange for dollars in private overseas accounts-although his family is rich, he will never treat him as a king . Chu, but every expenditure is recorded, not in his true sense.

That’s why he was so troubled when he developed his power. Not to mention spending money to purchase base training mercenaries. The property he bought in Penglai, the yacht in his private dock, are all properties under the royal name.

Father’s time is running out. Some things must be prepared early.

Sighing, he picked up the satellite phone from the beach table next to him, and at the same time made a “can stop” gesture to the beach beauty behind him, rolled over and lay on the beach chair, broadcasting A number.

The phone was connected quickly.

A low, hoarse voice came from the phone.

“Hello?”

“It’s me.”

“Oh? My esteemed future His Majesty the King of Saudi Arabia, you will succeed in the near future. By then, everything in Saudi Arabia belongs to you, will you still be short of pocket money?” Low laughter.

After a moment of silence, Nayaf said.

“Let’s talk about a business.”

“Now that the government army is well equipped, they will not be willing to spend a lot of money to buy fuel and weapons from you. I suggest you wait patiently.”

“This time we are not smuggling fuel and weapons,” Nayev said.

The man hesitated and asked.

“What is that?”

“People.”

“People?” The person’s eyes narrowed slightly, “How many people?”

“Ten thousand people,” Nayev said, “and their equipment, supplies.”

I took a breath down the other end of the phone, and I didn’t respond for a long time.

Nayev waited quietly.

He is well aware that his partner from Russia will be afraid and hesitant, but he will not refuse the US dollar. More than once, he felt that this Maozi was not like Maozi at all, but like those hated Jews.

“How much do you plan to pay.” Sure enough, the man asked.

“We have worked together for so many years, how much money I have in my account, you should be clear.” Nayef said with a smile.

Originally, these “private house money” were what he planned to use to nurture his forces, help him stabilize the domestic situation after succession, and ensure the smooth implementation of the reform plan. But now it seems that he can’t use so much money.

As this man said, after he succeeds to the throne, the entire Saudi is his.

As long as he can sit firmly in that seat.

“You didn’t move a penny?” the man wondered.

“You can understand this,” Nayev nodded. “If you did this for me, I can split the money in that account for half.”

In a flash, the man’s eyes were red.

It’s greedy blood red.

Almost without any hesitation, he spoke.

“Deal!”