Chapter 1,270 The Way Out

Liu Yao is here, how could he not know?

Although he was not the one sending the invitation, every name entering the country from Koro City Airport would appear in the ghost agent's server. What's more, Liu Yao herself was on the ghost agent's "overseas VIPs" protection list. As soon as her name appeared on the entry list, Ayesha immediately informed Jiang Chen.

When the dinner was about to end, Jiang Chen asked to leave and "ambushed" here.

After turning Liu Yao into the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel downstairs, Jiang Chen raised his hand and slammed the door. The two hugged each other at the entrance and leaned against the wall next to the shoe cabinet.

"Where's Ayesha?" Leaning against the wall and panting softly, Liu Yao quickly glanced around the room, facing the aggressive gaze, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "Wasn't she here just now? Next to you?"

"She went back first and asked for leave for me."

"Ask for leave?"

"That's right, I will be here for the next three days." Jiang Chen's lips curved into a wicked smile.

Feeling the deep meaning in that evil smile, Liu Yao lowered her pretty face and whispered.

"I have a flight tomorrow morning."

"Then cancel it," one hand was placed on the wall, and the other hand gently raised the delicate chin. Jiang Chen put on a tone that could not be refused and said domineeringly, "When we go back, Let me fly you on my private jet.”

"Bad guy," she dodged the restless index finger and hit her head on Jiang Chen's chest. Liu Yao's cheeks turned red, a happy smile appeared on her lips, and she said in a coquettish tone, "Be careful, I'll call the police." You illegally imprisoned a well-known artist."

"Go ahead, I am the one who runs the police station in Coro City. I want to see who comes to arrest me." Jiang Chen curled his lips and said with a bad smile, "By the way, I just need a pair of handcuffs and a pair of handcuffs." A whip, just enough for the police to bring to me."

"What do you want those things for?" Liu Yao shrank towards the wall and said in a frightened manner.

"Of course I'm interrogating you," Jiang Chen said softly, raising his charming pretty face with his index finger, "Why didn't you tell me before you came and let me pick you up at the airport."

"I," Liu Yao breathed softly, suppressing the emotions that were about to overflow, swallowed, and whispered, "I want to give you a surprise."

Staring into Liu Yao's beautiful eyes,

Jiang Chen said with a evil smile.

"This officer found out that you are lying."

Looking back at the angry look, Liu Yao burst into laughter.

"Didn't you say before that you couldn't tell which of my words was the truth and which was a lie?"

"You also said that that was before," Jiang Chen curled his mouth and closed his eyes in a mysterious way, "but now, I suddenly awakened an ability called mind reading. It can tell me whether you are no longer lie."

Liu Yao pursed her lips and smiled softly, giving Jiang Chen a charming look. Liu Yao said in a teasing tone, "Then you can just read my mind. Is there any need to interrogate me?"

"Because I want to hear it from your own mouth."

The atmosphere in the room became much more ambiguous.

"Come to Xinguo to develop?"

Liu Yao shook her head gently.

"Why?"

"That's fine now."

"Really?" Jiang Chen asked.

"You already have many wives, but you only have one lover." She gently pressed Jiang Chen's heart with her slender jade fingers, and a sweet smile appeared on Liu Yao's lips, "At least here, I occupy a unique piece of it."

Looking at those eyes that were flowing like water, Jiang Chen took a deep breath of the jasmine fragrance in his hair and whispered.

"You will make me feel very guilty."

"Shouldn't you feel guilty? You bad guy..."

The white arms went around the back of his neck, pulling in the daydreaming face.

The red lips traced along the short black hair, and Liu Yao's shell teeth gently held Jiang Chen's earlobe, just like tasting jelly, the fragrant red tongue licked along the crystal and soft contour.

Feel the heat imprinted on the sides of your thighs under your evening dress...

The warm air blew over his ears, and along with the words that had been brewing for a long time, he spoke softly from the gap between his slightly opened lips.

"Feed me..."

…

After the dinner, Nayef took the yacht back to the hotel he booked in Penglai City. .

Lying on the lounge chair on the roof, enjoying the massage from the blonde beauty in bikini behind him, his eyes gradually retracted from the bright night scene, he closed his eyes, relaxed his muscles, and quietly enjoyed the skillful massage. Knead.

“And by the sweat of your brow you shall eat your bread, until you return to the dust, for from the dust you came; for dust you are, and to dust you shall return.”

This sentence comes from a certain pagan classic, which he accidentally read when he was studying in the United States.

However, no matter how many times he recalled it, this sentence still touched him deeply.

If you apply this sentence to Saudi Arabia today, just replace "dust" with "gravel", you can vividly describe the fate of this desert country in the near future.

Oil prices continue to fall, even for oil crops without future human life. In 2020, when shale gas technology made a major breakthrough, oil production has entered a strange circle - "the more you extract, the more you extract, the poorer you get."

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

Very ironic reality.

The "black gold" that once stirred up exchange rates and futures markets has now fallen to this level.

The unfinished buildings in the desert have already revealed many problems, and the ambitious plan to build a second Dubai has also come to nothing. How long can black gold support the extravagance of the Saudi royal family? Even Nayef, who was enjoying all this, didn't know.

But there was only one thing he was sure of.

That is, if they don't want to become like their neighbors to the north, they must learn from their neighbors to the east.

Thinking of this, Nayef's eyebrows knitted together slightly and his fists clenched.

They have to make changes.

Before the world forces them to change.

"Did I hurt you?"

The blonde massaging behind him asked softly.

"No." Nayef relaxed his brows, smiled, and said softly, "You can try harder."

"Okay," the blonde beauty smiled slightly and strengthened her hands a little more, "Actually, you can relax a little more."

Nayef grinned, said nothing, and continued to close his eyes.

After hearing Jiang Chenguo's offer, he immediately agreed. However, he was still full of hesitation about the dangerous transaction.

Ten thousand mercenaries.

This is a small number in the context of the chaos in Syria.

However, for him, this number is no longer small.

Jiang Chen was right, he did have contacts with people in Syria. A general loyal to President Bashar and a Russian businessman who only recognizes money but not people. In partnership with these two people, he can easily process a batch of fuel oil into finished products and buy it from Western countries. The weapons passed through the Saudi border, passed through the eastern corridor of Jordan, and were delivered to the hands of the Syrian government forces in exchange for US dollars in their overseas private accounts. Although his family was very rich, they would never treat him badly as a king. . Savings, but every expenditure is recorded and does not really belong to him.

This is also the reason why he is restrained in developing his own power. Not to mention spending money to purchase a base to train mercenaries, the property he bought in Penglai City and the yacht in his private dock are all properties in the name of the royal family.

Father's time is running out, and some things must be prepared early.

Sighing, he picked up the satellite phone from the beach table next to him. At the same time, he made a "you can stop" gesture to the beach beauty behind him, turned over and lay on the beach chair, and broadcast a number. .

The call was quickly connected.

A low, hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello?"

"it's me."

"Oh? My respected future King of Saudi Arabia, you will succeed to the throne soon. By then, everything in Saudi Arabia will belong to you. Will you still be short of pocket money?" A low smile came from the other end of the phone. Voice.

After a moment of silence, Nayef spoke.

"Let's discuss a business deal."

"Now the government forces have sufficient equipment. 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," Nayef said.

The man hesitated and asked.

"what is that?"

"people."

"People?" The man's eyes narrowed slightly, "How many people?"

"Ten thousand people," Nayef said, "and their equipment and supplies."

The person on the other end of the phone took a deep breath, and there was no response for a long time.

Nayef waited quietly.

He knew very well that his Russian partner would be afraid and hesitant, but he would not refuse the US dollars. More than once, he felt that this Maozi didn't look like Maozi at all, but looked like those annoying Jews.

"How much are you prepared to pay?" Sure enough, the man asked.

"We have been cooperating for so many years. You should know how much money I have in that account." Nayef said with a smile.

Originally, these "private money" were what he planned to use to cultivate his own power, help stabilize the domestic situation after he succeeded to the throne, and ensure the smooth implementation of the reform plan. But now it seems that he doesn't need so much money.

As this person said, after he succeeds to the throne, the entire Saudi Arabia will be his.

As long as he can sit firmly in that seat.

"You haven't touched a penny?" the man asked in surprise.

"You can understand it this way," Nayef nodded. "If you complete this matter for me, I can give you half of the money in that account."

For a moment, the man's eyes turned red.

It was the blood red of greed.

With almost no hesitation, he spoke.

"make a deal!"