An Airbus A300 plane flying from Israel to France, stopping at Benghazi airport in Libya on its way

Under Hou Wenjun's care, An Zhiqiu, who was getting better and better in Hong Kong with his own gold trading, became more and more obese. Sitting in the first-class cabin of the passenger plane, he was eating the free lunch provided on the passenger plane, and said to Zhong Lidong, the black ghost next to him who was hard-pulled by him as a bodyguard to serve as a façade: "I don't understand, why didn't Brother Jun do Hongxing's group of people as soon as he returned to Hong Kong?" As he spoke, he put a piece of steak into his mouth and chewed An Zhiqiu, who habitually bared his teeth.

Looking at Qiuqiu's joyful eating image, Zhong Lidong is much more elegant in comparison. Hearing Qiuqiu's words, Zhong Lidong, who put down the plastic knife and fork like a gentleman, wiped his mouth with a napkin before slowly speaking: "Hou Xianhu, them? What is Hou Sheng's identity? Who are they? Others will laugh at our Hou family. When it comes to you, I really want to thank Hou Sheng for introducing you to the business. ”

Zhong Lidong's words not only did not give Qiuqiu's face any expression of gratitude, but his fat face was full of endless resentment, "Damn, he treats me as an errand runner, if you want me to lose weight, you don't have to throw me all over the world to run around." My family is in the gold mining business, but it's not ........"

Qiuqiu, who didn't finish his words, recalled the conversation he had with Hou Wenjun at Hou's house three days ago.

"Brother Jun, I really don't know how to do this kind of business, and besides, you have so many goods a year, it's too big." Sitting on the sofa in the living room of Houjia, An Zhiqiu, playing electric, looked at Hou Wenjun, who had just returned from Japan and had been sitting on the sofa to deal with the documents piled up as high as a mountain in front of him.

"Rely on your sister, a billion dollars of crude oil a year, do you think you can finish it?" Looking at An Zhiqiu, who was sitting comfortably on the sofa while playing electric and eating, and looking at the pile of official documents beside him, Hou Wenjun, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, instantly became unbalanced.

As he spoke, he grabbed a document and smashed it at An Zhiqiu, Hou Wenjun immediately opened his mouth and scolded: "Eat!" Eat! Eat! Sooner or later, eat like a pig, don't it crookedly, Lao Tzu asked you to go that is worthy of you, you know? ”

After scolding this uncompetitive guy, Hou Wenjun directly reached out and took the American ginseng soup that his mother cooked for himself from the coffee table in front of him, but he was about to be drunk by An Zhiqiu, a foodie, and Hou Wenjun, who picked up the soup pot, directly drank the little remaining residual soup, and then looked at An Zhiqiu with an unhappy face and said, "Dead fatty, I can tell you, if this incident is smashed, beware of me playing with the oil in your stomach to light the sky lantern." ”

Along the way, among the few old brothers left, An Zhiqiu is the most unproductive. Don't look at this guy who used to be the one with the best family conditions among everyone, but now he can ......

Well, when it comes to the gold business, Hou Wenjun really can't help much, so he can't buy it himself and play at home.

"Look at the four eyes, now I am engaged in finance with the helpers in the landlord's association, people don't know how beautiful they are, they are looking at you lazy bastard!" For An Zhiqiu and Four Eyes, two bastards who have followed him since they were fifteen or sixteen years old, Hou Wenjun gradually regarded them as his own brothers.

Hearing Hou Wenjun's words, An Zhiqiu, who looked aggrieved, looked at the soup that Hou Wenjun drank just now, the pepper and ginger he drank just now shouldn't have been spit back into that basin, right? Well, it must be a hallucination, and I swallowed all those miscellaneous ingredients into my stomach.

An Zhiqiu, who didn't dare to tell the truth, could only smile at Hou Wenjun and said, "Brother Kejun, haven't you arranged your next home?" Why bother looking for a buyer? I'm afraid you won't have enough by then. ”

Hou Wenjun, who heard this bastard finally say a human word, immediately nodded with great satisfaction and said, "You don't have to worry about the supply of goods, it's so difficult that you can still negotiate a deal of hundreds of millions of barrels of crude oil a year?" "Indeed, with the increasingly tense situation in the Gulf, the future rise in crude oil has become an inevitable trend, otherwise why would he buy tens of billions of dollars of arms when he is full?

Based on the total amount of one billion US dollars a year that he now reports to the mainland, he will only provide a maximum of 60 million pounds of crude oil every year. But as long as the price of crude oil in the future is one dollar more, he will be able to supply 3 million more barrels of crude oil, and Hou Wenjun doesn't believe how many barrels of orders An Zhiqiu can help him receive. Besides, these orders have already been arranged by the think tanks of the Hou Group, so it is more important for him to sign a contract and show up on his behalf.

An Zhiqiu, who probably understood what Hou Wenjun meant, nodded reluctantly and said, "Let's talk about it first, I'm not familiar with the oil business, if you mess up, you are not allowed to use the oil in my stomach to light the sky lantern." ”

"Fuck off, why did Lao Tzu end up with such a bastard?" In the face of this dead fat man who is getting more and more inches, Hou Wenjun is also very helpless. Hou Wenjun, who casually signed his name on a document, looked at An Zhi with a serious face while closing the document, and said, "You can rest assured, gold and black gold (oil) are all dug out of the ground, I believe that your profession can do this well." ”

Thinking of Hou Wenjun's last extremely irresponsible words, An Zhiqiu, who did not finish the words, patted Zhong Lidong's shoulder with his bloated and greasy fat hand and said, "You don't understand, this is Brother Jun's opinion on me." "How can An Zhiqiu not understand Hou Wenjun's mentality of hating iron and steel, he really should do something of his own business, otherwise the gap between him and Four Eyes and Brother Jun will really get bigger and bigger in the future.

Glancing at An Zhiqiu's fingers that had been sucked in his mouth just now, Zhong Lidong was really sorry for the Armani suit he bought for 40,000 Hong Kong dollars.

"Don't move! We are armed in the People's Front, this airliner has been hijacked by us, as long as you obediently don't move, we will not hurt the hostages. Two Arabs armed with AK47s shouted in English and French (one English, the other French) while pointing their black muzzles at the crowd in the first class cabin.

Kai Tak Airport, Hong Kong

Hou Wenjun, who was standing in the terminal, looked at the runway where the passenger planes took off and landed in the distance, and he suddenly felt a little uneasy, he turned his head and looked at Xie Hao beside him, and said: "Father Bing, I'm afraid that he is really going to step down this time, and the commanders of the ten southern military regions have already issued statements against his continued administration." ”

Hou Wenjun's words seem to be very worried about the head of the Thai military government, but in fact, he is more concerned about the Hou Group's investment in Thailand, and what kind of position he will be in Thailand in the post-Bing Dad era? Will he continue to maintain his transcendent status, or will he take the three military regions in the Gulf of Thailand and fight hard with his ally Bing Dad?

The chaotic and complicated situation in Thailand made Hou Wenjun, who had always regarded the Thai military junta as his biggest pillar, a little unclear. The change of identity has made Hou Wenjun from a dependant who is close to the strongest force to a person who can be relied on by others, and this will test his ability to play chess in this complex political situation.

For this young man who is about to turn 22 years old, the three words Hou Wenjun not only represent Hou Wenjun personally, but also represent a large number of interest groups that follow him to seek a living. Now these three words have become chess players in a country.

(Note that the September 1987 mentioned above was a mistake by Da Wei, and now it should be September 1988.) (To be continued.) )