With a sound of "Brush!", Liu Biao's sharp dagger flashed a cold light in the air, and the rope wrapped in oil paper and tied tightly broke into several pieces. WWW.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.COM
"Good sword skills...ah..."
The old man couldn't help but admire Liu Biao's swift and fierce swordsmanship. However, before he could finish his words, his whole body was sluggish, and his half-lying body also sat up, standing stiffly upright.
money!
A bunch of money!
A lot of money!
A neat pile of money, although most of it was still wrapped, but the cracked ropes and the gaps in the oil paper told him that it was all money. He was over sixty years old, and as an outstanding person This is the first time for a third-rate killer to see so much cash.
"Old man, how are you?" Liu Biao shook his dagger with a proud look on his face. He enjoyed the old man's shocked expression. Now Liu Biao wished he could carry all these banknotes to the College of Arts and Sciences, stack them at the door, and tell his classmates, He got rich.
"You, you, you... you..." The old man's characteristic calmness as a killer, which the old man was proud of, had been thrown out of the window, and he was a bit incoherent. Anyone who suddenly saw so much cash would be temporarily confused in their head.
"Hey, there's more!"
Liu Biao bowed down triumphantly, waved his dagger again, and another package was opened again. This time, in order to pursue a gorgeous effect, Liu Biao specially cut the entire piece of kraft oil paper, and the stacks of U.S. dollars were completely exposed. In the air, people have a shocking visual effect.
"Those...those...are all..." The old man gasped and opened his eyes wide, looking at the dozen large packages on the ground. This was beyond the scope of his imagination.
"Of course, do you want to take a look again?" Liu Biao was completely immersed in the inflated vanity, and walked proudly to another package to cut open the package.
"Brother Biao, you cut it open. You have to wrap it up again. He even believes it, so don't bother with it, okay?" Zhang Yang said depressedly, looking at the scattered stacks of banknotes on the ground that Liu Biao deliberately kicked.
"Oh... hehe..." Liu Biao smiled awkwardly and stopped preparing to swing the dagger.
"Where did you get it from? Robbed the Reserve Bank of Somalia?" The old man looked nervous. Of course, he was more excited. Seeing so many banknotes, everyone was excited.
"No, this belongs to the pirate we robbed. It's the pirate who captured you." Zhang Yang said.
"They have so much money?" The old man was stunned.
"Well, all this money was found in a small village about a hundred kilometers away from Mogadishu. Judging from the environment at the time, it should have been transported from the village you mentioned. As for the reason for preparing I think no one knows about so many banknotes, because the original owners of these banknotes are dead. Now, this huge wealth belongs to us." Zhang Yang sounded a little proud, and indeed, he was proud Capital can rob nearly 100 million U.S. dollars at once, which is not easy even in developed countries. Of course, getting so much money this time is more of a matter of luck.
"No wonder, no wonder!" The old man thought for a while. Suddenly sighed.
"No wonder?" Zhang Yang asked.
"The situation in Somalia is tense now. I estimate that there has been a mutiny recently. This pirate must have gathered so much cash to bribe the Somali government forces. Otherwise, there is no need to prepare so much cash. In the month we visited, we heard that Somalia There has been a change in the local political power, and it should be related to this money... Haha. It seems that you are just out of luck... "
"Is there a war?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel nervous. Mogadishu is the capital of Somalia. Every regime change starts here. If there is a war, the money he puts here will not be safe. When thousands of troops are fighting, an individual's power is very limited. When the time comes, he will not be able to take care of himself. How can he still do it? Able to protect so many banknotes.
"Haha, don't worry. Without money, no one will work hard. Therefore, Somalia is quieter than ever before. Those military figures will not move the political base without the control of money. You know, Every time a coup is carried out, more enemies are created for oneself. Not all soldiers hope to rise to power through coups, and it is good to be able to hold military power safely." The old man immediately understood Zhang Yang's thoughts and explained. Zhang Yang didn't know that since the fall of the Siad regime in 1991, Somalia has been in a state of anarchy with armed warlords and a divided country. Domestic factions fought intermittently, and through continuous differentiation and combination, gradually formed a pattern in which Mogadishu factions such as Somaliland, Puntland, Lahan Vinland and Aidid divided the world. The international community has tried to mediate the dispute 12 times, but to no avail.
However, in 2000, the situation in Somalia became relatively calm and the peace process made positive progress. In May, Djibouti hosted the Somalia National Peace Conference (also known as the "Arta Peace Conference") with Somali civil forces as the main body. In July, it adopted the Somalia Transitional Charter. In August, it elected the first parliament and the first president of Somalia who have been in civil war for ten years. . On August 27, new President Abdiqassim was sworn in. In October, the Somali transitional government was established.
After the new regime came to power, it successively proposed a series of measures to clean up the country, such as restoring order in the capital, disarming militias, and inter-tribal reconciliation. Although the country was still in a state of warlord rule, the organization and public security in the capital were relatively stable, and, Some international humanitarian organizations and United Nations-affiliated agencies have departments here. In addition, some foreign garrisons are also responsible for the security of Mogadishu. Generally speaking, the security in Mogadishu is pretty good. Especially in these high-end hotels, most of them are occupied by foreign journalists. Some offices are simply stationed in the hotels. The government's precautions are also quite strict.
Of course, the most important point is that generally when there is a mutiny, warlords will avoid attacking these international institutions. After all, most of these institutions are here to rebuild Somalia...
To Zhang Yang's surprise, an accident nipped a military coup in the bud.
If it is true that this nearly 100 million U.S. dollars invested in poor Somalia is enough to control all political and military forces, I have to say that this person's ambition is terrible, and of course, the investment is even more terrible.
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but sigh. The damn fat man would never have thought that he would die before his achievements were completed, and he died inexplicably. Until the time of death, he didn't know the reason. A man who was supposed to be prominent The character has been buried naked under the turf without a tombstone...
"Old man, are you not in a hurry?" Just when everyone was stunned for a while, Liu Biao suddenly asked.
"Why am I in a hurry...ah..."
The old man jumped down with a start, and with incomparable agility, he rushed into the bathroom while Zhang Yang and Liu Biao were stunned. Immediately, he heard the sound of water.
Five minutes, maybe less than five minutes, the old man rushed out wrapped in a bath towel, exposing his bony arms.
"Zhang Yang, hurry! Hurry! Call the hotel concierge immediately. Well, there are also clothes, a beige suit of size xx, a dozen white shirts of size xx, um, and a rose tie, size xx. A dozen of underwear, a dozen of white socks, a dozen of black socks, a pair of XX code leather shoes of various styles, belts, lighters, mobile phones... all the best... "
"Why are you looking at me?" The old man finally took a breath and asked, looking at the stunned Zhang Yang and Liu Biao.
"Ahem..." Zhang Yang didn't say anything and kept coughing. He found a few pieces of clothing and sheets to cover the exposed banknotes. He casually took a few stacks of U.S. dollars and put them in his pocket before walking out.
"Old man, you... you... why do you want a dozen shorts? There are also all kinds of leather shoes and socks. What do you want so many for?" Liu Biao opened his eyes and looked at the old man with a pile of wet clothes on his forehead and asked. road.
"It's better to buy more, we can all wear it, and throw it away after changing it." The old man took a comb and combed the few sparse hairs and said indifferently.
"That... the key is... neither Zhang Yang nor I can fit those size XX shorts and those size XX leather shoes..." Liu Biao said depressedly.
"Oh... I forgot. Anyway, you have money. The key is, I don't have time to go out and buy now. Old man, I have always been a suave person, and the image of a talented person appeared in front of the old woman. This time, with so much money, naturally You can't do it casually!" The old man looked left and right in front of the mirror, and finally gave up on combing his hair. He was locked up in the dungeon for more than a month. Although his beard was not much, it was sparse and difficult to take care of. It must be Only a hairstylist can do it, but a comb will certainly not be able to create a suave and chic look.
"... Anyway, we have money... Old man, this is our money, not yours... Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Liu Biao suddenly became anxious. (Quanben Novel Network www.QuANbEn-XiAoShUo.com)