How could he not know Liu Yao was here?
Although he wasn't the one who sent the invitations, every name that entered the country from Coro Airport would appear in the Ghost Agents' server. What's more, Liu Yao was on the Ghost Agents' protection list. When her name appeared on the entry list, Ayesha immediately informed Jiang Chen.
When the banquet was about to end, Jiang Chen left the venue and "ambushed" there.
Turning Liu Yao into the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel downstairs, Jiang Chen closed the door, and the two hugged at the entrance, leaning against the wall next to the shoe cabinet.
"Where's Ayesha?" Leaning against the wall, Liu Yao breathed lightly. She quickly scanned the room. Facing the invasive gaze, she asked with a hoarse voice, "Wasn't she just next to you?"
"She went back first. Ask for leave for me."
"Ask for leave?"
"Yes, I'll be here for three days." A smirk appeared on Jiang Chen's face.
Feeling the deeper meaning in the smirk, Liu Yao lowered her face and whispered.
"My flight tomorrow morning."
"Then cancel it." With one hand against the wall, the other hand gently lifted her delicate chin. Jiang Chen changed into a tone that could not be rejected and said domineeringly, "When you go back, let my private jet take you."
"Bad guy." Liu Yao dodged the restless index finger and hit her head on Jiang Chen's chest. Her cheeks were red, and a happy smile appeared on her face. She said in a coquettish tone, "Be careful, I'll call the police and sue you for illegally imprisoning a well-known artist."
"Go, I own the police station in Coro City. I'd like to see who's going to arrest me." Jiang Chen smirked and said, "Right, I happen to be missing a pair of handcuffs and a whip. The police can bring them to me."
"What do you want those things for?" Liu Yao shrank her body against the wall and pretended to be scared.
"To interrogate you, of course." Jiang Chen's index finger gently hooked the charming face and said softly, "Why didn't you tell me before you came and let me pick you up at the airport?"
"Me." Liu Yao breathed lightly, suppressing her emotions that were about to overflow. She swallowed and whispered, "I want to give you a surprise."
Staring into Liu Yao's eyes, Jiang Chen smirked.
"I found out that you're lying."
Liu Yao laughed out loud as she looked back at the man's eyes that were brimming with energy.
"Didn't you say that you couldn't tell which of my words were true and which were lies?"
"You said it yourself, that was in the past." "But now, I suddenly awakened an ability called mind reading. It can tell me if you're lying again. "
Liu Yao grinned and rolled her eyes at Jiang Chen. She said in a mocking tone, "Then just read my heart. Is there a need to interrogate me?"
"Because I want to hear it from you."
The atmosphere in the room became a lot more ambiguous.
"Come to Xin to develop?"
Liu Yao shook her head.
"Why?"
"It's good as it is now."
"Really?" Jiang Chen asked.
"You already have a lot of wives, but only one lover." Liu Yao's slender fingers gently pressed against Jiang Chen's heart as a sweet smile appeared on her face. "At least here, I occupy a unique place."
Looking at the watery eyes, Jiang Chen took a deep breath of the jasmine fragrance in her hair and whispered.
"You'll make me feel very guilty."
"Shouldn't you feel guilty? You're a bad guy … "
Her white arms wrapped around the back of his neck and pulled the face that she yearned for day and night into her embrace.
Her red lips searched along the short black hair. Liu Yao's teeth gently bit Jiang Chen's earlobe. Like tasting jelly, her tender red tongue licked along the crystal clear and soft contour.
He felt the heat imprinted on both sides of his thighs under the evening gown …
A warm stream of air brushed past his ears, accompanied by the words that had been brewing for a long time, which were spat out from the slightly opened and closed lips.
"Feed me …"
…
After the banquet, Yerif returned to the hotel he booked in Penglai on a yacht …
Lying on the recliner on the roof, he enjoyed the massage from the blonde beauty in a bikini behind him. His eyes gradually retracted from the dazzling night view. He closed his eyes, relaxed his muscles, and quietly enjoyed the skillful massage.
"With the sweat of thy face thou shalt eat thy bread, till thou return to the dust: for thou art born of the dust, and to dust shalt thou return."
This sentence came from a pagan scripture that he accidentally read when he was studying in the UA.
However, no matter how many times he recalled it, this sentence always made him feel emotional.
If this sentence was applied to Saudi Arabia today, as long as the "dust" was replaced with "gravel", it would vividly depict the fate of this desert country in the near future.
Oil prices continued to fall. Even without Future Biology's oil crops, in 2020, when shale gas technology made a major breakthrough, oil production had entered a strange cycle – "the more you extract, the more you extract, the poorer you get."
It may not be felt in some countries, but as early as a few years ago, in many countries where oil prices were regulated by the market, the price of 1L of gasoline was even lower than 1L of mineral water.
The ironic reality.
The "black gold" that once stirred up the exchange rate and futures market had now fallen to this point.
The unfinished buildings in the desert already explained a lot of problems, and the ambitious plan to build a second Dubai was also abandoned. How long could black gold support the Saudi royal family's extravagance? Even Yerif, who was enjoying everything, didn't know.
But he was certain of one thing.
That was, if they didn't want to become like their neighbors in the north, they must learn from their neighbors in the east.
With this thought in mind, Yerif's eyebrows furrowed and his fists clenched.
They must make a change.
Before the world forced them to make a change.
"Did I hurt you?"
The blonde beauty massaging behind him asked softly.
"No." Yerif's eyebrows relaxed, then he smiled and said softly, "You can use more force."
"Okay." The blonde beauty smiled and increased the strength of her hand. "Actually, you can relax a little more."
Yerif grinned, did not speak, and continued to close his eyes.
After hearing Jiang Chen's offer, he immediately agreed. However, for the dangerous deal, his heart was still full of hesitation.
Ten thousand mercenaries.
For the chaos in Syria, this was only a small number.
However, for him, this number was not small. Jiang Chen was right.
Jiang Chen was right. He did have connections with people in Syria. A general who was loyal to President Bashar, and a Russian businessman who only recognized money. Working with these two people, he could easily send a batch of processed fuel and weapons bought from Western countries across the Saudi border, through the eastern corridor of Jordan, to the Syrian government army, and exchange them for US dollars in his overseas private account. Although his family was very rich, and they never mistreated him, the crown prince, every expenditure was recorded, and it did not really belong to him in the sense that it did not belong to him.
This was also the reason why he was restrained in developing his own forces. 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 were all assets under the name of the royal family.
His father's days were numbered, and some things must be prepared early.
He sighed, picked up the satellite phone from the beach table next to him, and at the same time made a "you can stop" gesture to the beauty behind him. He turned over on the beach chair and dialed a number.
The call was quickly connected.
A low and hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hello?"
"It's me."
"Oh? My dear future King of Saudi Arabia, you will soon succeed the throne. At that time, everything in Saudi Arabia will belong to you. Will you still lack pocket money? "A low laughter came from the other end of the phone.
After a moment of silence, Yerif said.
"Let's talk about a business deal."
"Now 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," Yerif said.
The man hesitated and asked.
"What is that?"
"People."
"People?" The man's eyes narrowed slightly. "How many people?"
"Ten thousand people," Yerif said, "and their equipment and supplies."
The man on the other end of the phone gasped and didn't respond for a long time.
Yerif waited quietly.
He knew very well that his partner from Russia would be afraid and hesitant, but he would not refuse the USD. More than once, he felt that this Russian was not like a Russian at all, but more like those annoying Jews.
"How much are you going to pay?" Sure enough, the man asked.
"We have cooperated for so many years. You should know how much money I have in that account," Yerif said with a smile.
Originally, this "private money" was prepared to be used to cultivate his own forces, to help him stabilize the domestic situation after he succeeded the throne, and to ensure the smooth implementation of the reform plan. But now it seemed that he didn't need so much money.
As the man said, after he succeeded the throne, the entire Saudi Arabia would be his.
As long as he could sit firmly in that position.
"You didn't use a penny?" The man was surprised.
"You can understand it that way." Yerif nodded. "If you do this for me, I can give you half of the money in that account."
In an instant, the man's eyes turned red.
It was a greedy red.
Almost without any hesitation, he spoke.
"Deal!"
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