"What's your name?"

"Who is in your family?"

"What do you have? Who keeps it? ”

The brain of a person who has been injected with a 'spitting agent' will become defenseless and answer whatever he asks. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But the logic of its thinking will also become simple, and it will not be able to answer complex questions. Zhou Qingfeng had to ask the questions very carefully in order to get what he wanted.

However, Zhou Qingfeng had a whole night, and he sat on the edge of the bed and asked for seven or eight hours in a row, and he gained a lot. The computer inside the helmet also helps him to organize and compile, especially to sort out his network, which is of great benefit to him to impersonate Halji.

Approaching dawn, Zhou Qingfeng took off Halji's clothes and put them on himself.

Uh......, a bit short!

Zhou Qingfeng and the magpie's nest dove Zhan got into Halji's bed, the bed is quite big, but his mechanical exoskeleton must be taken off and hidden, otherwise it will be easy to goof.

Cover his feet with a quilt to make sure that the skin color and appearance of his face, neck and even his arms are the same as those of Haleji, and finally Zhou Qingfeng reached out and twisted the other party's neck, and the body was thrown into the wasteland.

Everything is ready, and the time is almost dawn. Zhou Qingfeng slowly leaned on the head of the bed and coughed at the servant who had fainted beside the bed.

...... didn't react, did you pinch your neck too hard before?

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a pillow in his hand and smashed it hard, and landed on the servant's head with a snort. The servant's originally crooked head was knocked to the ground, and he slammed to the ground, and then suddenly his body shook before he came to his senses.

When the servant woke up saw the pillow still tumbling, and then looked at Mr. 'Halleji' with an expressionless face on the bed, he was immediately frightened and shivered. He bowed his head incoherently and begged for mercy: "Dear Mr. Halji, I'm sorry, I don't know ....... ”

"Enough, I don't want to listen to your nonsense." 'Halji' was a very dignified man before his servants, and at this moment he said in a deep voice: "Go and call Mahad." ”

Indifference, no nonsense, no self-anger, this is what Halji usually looks like in front of his servants. The personal servant was already sifting chaff and begging vigorously. Another fainting servant also woke up and knelt down in unison to beg for mercy.

The movement in the bedroom soon alarmed the guards standing outside, and told Mahad's butler to hurry to 'Halji'.

"Dear Halji, what happened?" The butler Mahad is a close confidant and is in charge of many affairs around Halji. He is a person who wants to get rid of the fake 'Halji' but can't get rid of it, and he wants to get around, but he can't get around.

The imposter on the big bed showed his newfound majesty and power, announcing the punishment of the two personal servants, "Let these two idiots get away and replace them with someone else." ”

The personal servant takes care of Halji's daily life, and even has close contact with Zhou Qingfeng every day. He fears that the details of his life will arouse suspicion, and he must find an excuse to get rid of the two people who know the real Khalji.

The two weeping servants were easily driven away, but the butler Mahad posted a greeting: "Dear Mr. Halji, how are you feeling now?" ”

Zhou Qingfeng leaned back on the spacious and soft big bed and said comfortably: "I'm still a little tired." ”

"I'm going to call the doctor."

"No, no, just lie down for a while. I can't sleep right now, so talk to me about the recent gains in the market, and the banking side. ”

Zhou Qingfeng is here to pick up garbage, but where can ordinary garbage enter his eyes? Tossing these days, isn't it just to get a big vote? When he set his sights on Halji, he was eyeing the wealth that Halji had accumulated over the years.

A large number of complex properties cannot be easily memorized, and a professional management team must be in control. Halji's belongings are taken care of by the butler Mahad, who, although a little strange, brings in a computer to report it.

Halghi's wealth is not a matter of how many bank accounts there are, but a variety of properties spread around the world, such as New York, London, Frankfurt, Zurich, etc. Specifically, the financial management teams of major banks are responsible for the operation.

Cash, bonds, stocks, corporates, real estate, ....... With Mahad's report, a smile finally appeared on Zhou Qingfeng's makeup face. A rough estimate is that the big moth has more than $2 billion in wealth in his hands.

That's a lot of money!

The only headache is that the money is not easy to realize, or it is not convenient to transfer to Zhou Qingfeng's own account.

If you can see it or not, you have to think of a way!

It only makes sense to have money flowing, otherwise it's waste paper.

In addition to the funds deposited in various banks, there are also large quantities of materials in the black market controlled by Halji. Among them are not only all kinds of weapons and equipment, but also a large number of civilian materials, including all kinds of food and medicine.

Thinking that the Syrian civilians outside were starving and suffering, and that Halji, a moth, was hoarding and filling his pockets, Zhou Qingfeng hated it so much that his teeth itched - this kind of garbage was too cheap for him to just break his neck.

The excessively long asset statement made the housekeeper Mahad read it until his mouth was dry, and he didn't finish reading it for an hour. When it was dawn, Zhou Qingfeng was impatient to listen. He simply stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the computer, and I'll see for myself." ”

The housekeeper honestly handed the computer to Zhou Qingfeng, and Zhou Qingfeng's fat face after makeup trembled because of this-a lot of wealth picked up for nothing, this is it.

There are not many bank account numbers and passwords on the computer, but more importantly, the contact and verification methods of some foreign wealth management teams. In addition, there is a list of people within the Halji forces, their locations, and contact information, which is a network of great value.

Hahaha...... relying on these things, Lao Tzu can make waves!

It's gratifying to think about, this magpie's nest dove is so fun.

Zhou Qingfeng flipped through the property statements casually, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became. The butler Mahad retreated, and it wasn't long before a few servants were brought in, and breakfast had already been prepared.

"Sir, do you need us to serve you to the bathroom?" A new servant asked, perhaps nervous because of his previous experience.

Zhou Qingfeng likes this kind of nervousness, and the nervous servants will not be too messy. He waved his hand undeniably and said, "Go outside, I'll take care of it myself." ”

"Yes, sir." The servants withdrew.

At this time, a luxurious bedroom was a little too open, because the bedroom had no door that could be closed, and the large arched doorway had only a beaded curtain. The servants stayed in the living room outside the door, and they could see Zhou Qingfeng on the bed at any time.

Damn it, don't rich guys pay attention to personal privacy?

And this trouble alone was not enough, and after a while, the butler Mahad ran back with a young maid wearing only erotic underwear.

What is this for?

Khalji didn't say anything about the details of his life.

Zhou Qingfeng could only continue to lie down and pretend to be a patient quietly.

The beautiful maid picked up the thin quilt on the big bed and got in, and slowly crawled to Zhou Qingfeng's crotch under the watchful eye of the housekeeper, and pulled the pajama pants he was wearing. Immediately after, I heard a woman's exclamation - something was the wrong size, and the one in front of me was much, much bigger than usual!

it!

Rich people are amazing!

Life is so corrupt!

This ......, is this the legendary good morning bite?

It's really a decadent and backward, despisable aristocratic life. I want to use a critical mindset to expose its sin.

Zhou Qingfeng never expected that he would be exposed so quickly, in front of a maid. He could only pretend to be calm and lift the quilt, and whispered to the maid who was in a daze: "Hurry up and hold on, don't speak." ”