When the old East was immersed in the hustle and bustle of the festival, in a small town in New Jersey, USA, the dusty Richard . Thorpe knocked on the door of a house.

The woman who opened the door was about forty years old, with a golden charm, but her face was slightly haggard, and there was a beagle beside her wagging her tail desperately.

"Kate, I'm sad about Martin." Thorpe put down the suitcase and sincerely comforted the surviving.

"Thank you, Richard." Kate and Thorpe hugged and invited him into the room, where there were a few suitcases and the house was almost in good order.

"Kate, are you preparing?" Thorpe wondered.

"I'm sorry Richard, the gas is off, I can't make you coffee, I got a job as a paralegal in New York, I'm moving soon, and I'll be gone when the kids get back from school." Kate spread her arms and made a helpless gesture.

"Martin is dead, nothing is left, the kids like it here, they don't like New York, but I can't help it, you know ......" Kate's eyes were red and she couldn't cry, Thorpe walked over and hugged poor Kate into her arms and comforted: "It's okay, old Martin helped me make a report before I died, I made some money, this is a check." ”

As he spoke, he took out a $10,000 transfer check and handed it to Kate.

"Richard, I can't ask for your money." Kate resigned.

"Kate, I've already said it, this is Martin's deserved money, by the way, has the murderer been caught?" Thorpe asked with concern.

"It's just an ordinary robbery, and the Metro Police Department takes on dozens of these cases every month, and the FBI came and asked some weird questions, and they seized Martin's bank account, I think it's probably because of Martin's online gambling." Kate shook her head sadly, as if she wanted to shake off the painful memories.

"It's going to be all right, Kate, if you and the kids are willing, you're always welcome to Australia, it's not too early, I'm going to catch the next flight to London, it's damn weather, I hope there's no snow in London."

Mr. Thorpe took his leave just in time, and Kate sent him to the door and said, "Richard, I'm sorry I didn't even let you have a cup of coffee...... Me and the kids, and Martin, really appreciate you. ”

"Kate, call me if it's difficult." Richard hugged the poor widow hard and returned to a stretched Cadillac on the side of the road, in which a man in a smart suit was already seated, with a cup of hot coffee in his hand and an FBI badge looming around his waist.

"That's it, she doesn't know anything." Thorpe sat in the car and said with a blank face.

"Very well, Mr. Thorpe, I'm ready to serve you if you need it, do you want milk in your coffee?" The FBI asked politely.

"No milk, no sugar, thank you." Mr. Thorpe said coldly, obviously not wanting to talk to him.

A few hours later, Thorpe took off from Neark Airport in New Jersey on a British Airways Boeing 747 to London Heathrow International Airport, England, and of course in first class.

Mr. Thorpe had come to London to meet with an exiled politician, His Royal Highness Crown Prince Bobby of Western Sadamoa, a small West African country in turmoil, who lived in a house in the East End with his butler, servants, bodyguards and cooks.

The meeting took place in a fancy hotel, Mr. Thorpe chartered the entire dining room, ordered expensive caviar and champagne, and His Royal Highness Bobby looked older than in the photo, wearing a three-piece English tweed suit and holding a copy of the Times newspaper in his hand, which for some reason was always considered a symbol of a gentleman, but the little henchman standing next to the crown prince revealed his true identity as an African chief.

"I didn't expect this chief to have this kind of interest." Thorpe looked at the black child with clear eyebrows and thought maliciously, but there was a warm smile on his face, he reached out and shook hands with the crown prince, and said: "The weather in London is really terrible, I really don't know how His Highness spent his time when he used to study abroad." ”

"Just get used to it." His Royal Highness Bobby shook hands with him reservedly, his chest was very high, and he had an old British demeanor.

After some greetings, the guest and the host sat down, the waiter came over with a white napkin holding the wine bottle, and asked Mr. Thorpe to identify it before starting to pour the wine, when His Royal Highness Bobby saw the label of the wine bottle, his eyebrows were inadvertently raised, this bottle of wine was sold for at least 10,000 US dollars, and he saw that this Mr. Thorpe was indeed wealthy.

"That's right, Your Highness Bobby, my employer has noticed that your country is being ruled by a dictator, and that freedom and democracy are being trampled upon, and as businessmen of conscience, we don't want to see this happen, so my employer wants to help you restore your legitimate rule."

Mr. Thorpe got straight to the point, and His Royal Highness Bobby was overjoyed, but his face did not show it, he just said lightly: "Then Mr. Thorpe, whose interests do you represent?" ”

"It's irrelevant, it's our cooperation, and when you take the throne, I hope to get a contract for the rebuilding of the country, and of course, maybe some concessions in plantations and mining, if you're interested, we might as well talk about it."

Although His Royal Highness Bobby is a playboy, but he is not stupid at all, of course he understands the meaning of the other party's words, the other party may want more than a little privilege, to be honest, he has been moved, because after coming to London, His Royal Highness Bobby has eaten a lot of closed doors, and those politicians are not interested in the affairs of West Africa at all, and they beat him away with two high-sounding kind words, and they didn't even get a shilling.

The more excited, the more unable to show it, His Royal Highness Bobby brushed the snow-white napkin and said eloquently: "The United Nations Security Council will soon put forward a motion to sanction the rebel leader Quba, and the African Union will also hold a meeting to send peacekeeping troops, and my army has defeated the rebels many times, or it will not be long before San Juan will be conquered." ”

Mr. Thorpe sneered, wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "When did the UN Security Council resolution ever come into effect?" This small West African country has no oil, no gold, only hunger and poverty, the Americans will not intervene, and other countries are not interested in asking, as for your troops, do you mean those cold-armed armies with spears and bows and arrows? I don't think they can beat Kuba's army. ”

His Royal Highness Bobby's face changed slightly, and the other party unceremoniously pointed out these facts, which made him a little embarrassed, after all, it was rude to slap a prince in the face in public, but Mr. Thorpe obviously did not intend to save any face for the prince, he continued: "If you wish, I will pay fifty thousand pounds a month for you to spend in London, and then provide a viable plan to help you regain your country, elite mercenaries, cash weapons, including fighter jets and tanks, sufficient military expenses, until Kouba is driven away, If you agree to sign the agreement now, and if you don't, I think someone will. ”

Of course, His Highness Bobby knew that the person this ugly-looking Mr. Thorpe was referring to was Kuba, and the other party had the right to choose one of the two, but he had only one choice.

"Well, I'd like to read the plan first." His Highness Bobby finally gave in.

An hour later, His Highness Bobby signed the memorandum provided by Thorpe, and when he returned, he was so angry that he beat up little Arthur, and the poor servant had become his punching bag, and had been beaten countless times since he came to London.

Mr. Thorpe, on the other hand, rushed to another five-star hotel a few blocks away, where he met with two guests from Africa, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Republic of Western Sadamoa, who wore a tuxedo and a shirt with a stiff collar, and the Chief of Staff who wore an khaki military uniform with a golden ribbon on his chest and a large row of medals of unknown origin.

The talks were simple, with Thorpe asking for a freehold of a plot of land near San Juan, and the foreign minister said in an official tone: "If you want to buy land, you should go to the landowner, not me." ”

"The owner of the land has already sold it to an Asian, and that person may have disappeared, so I hope that the returning government will come forward and sell the ownerless land, and of course, the price is negotiable," Thorpe said. ”

The Minister of Foreign Affairs and the Chief of Staff looked at each other for a moment and said in a tone of voice: "The land of Western Sadamoa belongs to the people, and the government cannot interfere with the free trade of land. ”

Thorpe was too lazy to talk nonsense with these guys, so he took out two brown paper envelopes directly from his purse and pushed them over, and the two opened them to see that there were thick euro bills inside, with a large face value, at least 10,000 yuan.

"But the government has the right to take back the ownerless land and use it for other purposes." The foreign minister immediately changed his tune and said that these clown-like blacks were not as shameless as even the old politicians in London.

After getting the two ends done, Thorpe finally breathed a sigh of relief, went back to his room and made a phone call back to Australia, and said lightly: "Boss, both sides are arranged." No matter which side changes, we all have a chance to win. ”

"Very high, Richard, you did a good job, the exploration team has arrived at point x, but according to them, there is still a Chinese exploration team there, you understand the situation and drive them away." A man's voice came over the phone, rough and powerful, with a strong sense of authority.

"Okay, Sir, I'll do it right away."

Richard. Thorpe made a phone call to his friends, and five hours later, a fax photo of a dilapidated steamer with the word "Changle" painted on the bow of the ship, and a printout of the webpage of China's Jiangdong Province No. 5 Geology and Mining Team No. 5 was placed on Thorpe's desk.

"The cunning Chinese actually walked ahead of me." Thorpe picked up the phone and said, "Help me book a ticket to Yemen." ”