novelA Path Ou
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How could he not know that Liu Yao came?Although he did not send the invitations, every name that entered through the border at Coro Airport would appear in the Ghost Agents' server. What's more, Liu Yao's name was on the protection list of the "foreign dignitaries". When her name appeared on the entry list, Ayesha told Jiang Chen immediately.
When the dinner was about to end, Jiang Chen left first to set up his "ambush".
Jiang Chen brought Liu Yao into the presidential suite at the Hilton Hotel downstairs and shut the door behind him. The two hugged together at the entrance against the cabinet on the wall.
"Where did Ayesha go?" With her back against the wall, Liu Yao was panthing and her eyes quickly swept across the room. When she responded to the invasive eyes staring at her, she asked with a little hoarseness."Wasn't she still here with you?"
"She went back to have some time off."
"Time off?"
"Yes, I will be here for the next three days, " Jiang Chen said while smirking.
Liu Yao understood the meaning of the smirk. She lowered her head and whispered.
"My flight is tomorrow morning."
"Then cancel it, " with one hand slammed on the wall, and the other hand gently lifted her delicate chin, Jiang Chen had an irrefutable tone, domineering, "My private jet can send you back."
"You're bad, " Liu Yao escaped the restless fingers and slammed her head on Jiang Chen's chest. Her cheeks were red but there was a joyous smile on her face. She said in a spoiled voice, "Be careful, I'll call the police and say you're illegally detaining a famous celebrity."
"Go, the police station in Coro belongs to me. I want to see who is going to catch me." With that same smirk, Jiang Chen said, "Right, I just happen to miss a pair of handcuffs and a whip, they can send them to me."
"Why do you want those things?" Backing up against the walls, Liu Yao acted afraid.
"Of course to interrogate you, " his index finger was gently placed under her gorgeous face as he said softly, "Why didn't you tell me before you came? I could have picked you up."
"I, " She gently gasped and suppressed the feelings that were about to overflow, then whispered, "I wanted to give you a surprise."
Staring into her captivating eyes, Jiang Chen grinned.
"The police officer concludes that you are lying."
Liu Yao laughed out loud.
"Didn't you say before that you couldn't recognize whether my words were true or false?"
"You also said that that was before, " Jiang Chen acted mysteriously and closed his eyes."But now, an ability of mine suddenly awakened, called Mind Reading. It can tell me if you're lying."
Liu Yao covered her mouth as she giggled, then charmingly rolled her eyes and teasingly said, "Then why don't you just read my mind? Why bother interrogating?"
"Because I want to hear you say it."
The atmosphere in the room was becoming more and more lucid.
"Come and work in Xin?"
Liu Yao shook her head.
"Why?"
"My current state is good."
"Really?" Jiang Chen asked.
"You already have a lot of wives, but you only have one lover, " She gently placed her jade-like fingers against Jiang Chen's heart, and sweetly smiled, "At least I have a unique place there."
As Jiang Chen fixated into her watery eyes full of emotion, he sniffed the jasmine scent in her hair and then quietly said.
"You'll make me feel guilty."
"Shouldn't you feel guilty? You bad person..."
Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled the face that she longed for everyday closer.
Her red lips moved down along the side of his head before her teeth gently nipped at Jiang Chen's ear lope. It was like tasting a jelly as her tongue explored the soft outline.
She felt the heat pressed against her thighs.
Her warm breath blew into his ear as she whispered out the words she had always wanted to say.
"Feed me..."
...
After the ball, Yerif returned to the hotel in Penglai by yacht.
Lying flat on the lounger on the roof, Yerif enjoyed the massage by the beauty behind him; his eyes gradually closed as he was no longer focused on the bustling night. With his muscles relaxed, he began to appreciate the skillful massage.
"In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; for out it wast thou taken; for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return."
This sentence came from a book written by a pagan, which he happened to read when he was studying abroad.
However, no matter how many times he recalled this phrase, it always gave a different understanding each time.
If the sentence was applied to his country today, changing the "dust" into "sand" shall vividly state the fate of the desert kingdom.
Oil prices continued to fall, even without Future Biology's oil crops, the breakthrough in shale gas forced oil production into a strange circle - "the more they extracted, the more there are; the more they extracted, the poorer they become."
In some countries, it was not so evident, but a few years ago, many countries whose oil prices were regulated by the market, showed that the price of one liter of gasoline was cheaper than one liter of mineral water.
A very ironic reality.
The "black gold" that once stirred the exchange rate and futures markets had fallen.
The unfinished buildings in the desert had already illustrated many problems, and the ambitious plan to build a second Dubai was no longer feasible. How long could the black gold support the extravagance of the Saudi royal family? Even Yerif, who was enjoying all of this, was uncertain.
But he was convinced about one point.
That is, if they don't want to become like their neighbors in the north, they must learn from the neighbors in the east.
With that thought in mind, Yerif's eyebrows furrowed together and his fists closed shut.
They must change.
Before the world forced them to change.
"Did I hurt you?"
The beauty massaging asked softly.
"No." His eyebrows relaxed as Yeirf smiled, "You can use a bit more force."
"Okay, " the beauty smiled, and used more strength."In fact, you can be more relaxed."
Yerif licked the corner of his mouth without speaking, then closed his eyes once again.
When he heard the price of Jiang Chen's offer, he immediately agreed to it, but he still felt hesitant about the dangerous deal.
Ten thousand mercenaries.
For the chaos in Syria, it was only a small number.
However, for him, it was not a small number.
Jiang Chen was right, he did in fact have connections with key people in Syria. A general who was loyal to President Bashar and a Russian businessman who only recognized money. In partnership with these two people, he could easily send a batch of fuel processed into finished products and weapons bought from Western countries, passing through the Saudi border, through the Jordanian Eastern Corridor, into the hands of the Syrian government forces, in exchange for US dollar on overseas private accounts. Although his family was very rich and never mistreated the soon-to-be-king, every expense was recorded and no money truly belonged to him.
It was this reason he felt constrained developing his own force. Disregarding training mercenaries, the property in Penglai and the yacht in his private dock were all under the name of the royal family.
His father's time was running out, and some things must be prepared early.
He let out a sigh, then picked up the satellite phone from the table next to him and made a "you can stop" gesture to the beauty behind him. He turned over and called a number.
The phone quickly went through.
A low, hoarse voice picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"It's me."
"Oh? The respected future King of Saudi Arabia, you will take the throne soon. At that time, everything in Saudi Arabia will belong to you. Are you still lacking pocket change?" There was suppressed laughter from the other side.
After a few moments of silence, Yerif said.
"Let's discuss a deal."
"Now the government forces are well equipped, they'll not be willing to pay 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, then asked.
"What is it then?"
"People."
"People?" The man's eyes narrowed slightly."How many people?"
"Ten thousand people, " Yerif said."And their equipment, supplies."
There was a gasp on the other side of the phone, then there was no response for a long time.
Yerif waited quietly.
He was well aware that his partner from Russia would be afraid and be hesitant, but he would not refuse the dollar. He felt more than once that the man was more similar to the Jews than the Russians.
"What's the offer?" Sure enough, the man asked.
"We have been working together 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 to be used to establish his own force to help him stabilize the country after his succession, and to ensure the reform and implementation plan could be carried out smoothly. Now, it seemed that he no longer needed that much money.
Just like the man said, after he took the throne, the entire country would belong to him.
As long as he could sit on that seat.
"You didn't touch a penny?" The man was shocked.
"You can interpret it like that." Yerif nodded."If you do this for me, successfully, I can give you half of the money in that account."
Instantly, the man's eyes turned red.
Greed.
Almost without any hesitation, he accepted.
"Deal!"
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