In early March, when spring was at its most pleasant, Qin Zhiguo boarded a plane to the Republic of Dubai, preparing to go to an unknown destination.

A week ago, he held more than a dozen meetings, large and small, and still forced the decision through despite strong opposition from the board elders.

Before leaving, Qin Zhiguo made a will, made strict arrangements to the family leaders and cronies, and after thinking that he had done everything, he went abroad in a low-key manner in the name of tourism and investigation.

He had a gut feeling that this time there was both danger and benefit.

Traveling lightly all the way, Qin Zhiguo got off the plane and stood in this exotic country where money is paramount.

The temperature here was very high, Qin Zhiguo put his suit on his arm, and walked out of the airport with a greeting card in his hand as requested.

He wore sunglasses and looked at his surroundings with some nervousness.

At this time, I saw an inconspicuous thin Arab approaching with a smile and asked in broken Chinese: "Mr. Qin, you are here, I am your appointed tour guide, please come with me." ”

Qin Zhiguo swept his eyes around again, nodded and followed him into a slightly old car.

The Arab introduced himself as Sanchi, and the ghost believed that this was his real name.

The car drove to a luxurious local hotel, and the room had already been booked, and it turned out to be a presidential suite.

Qin Zhiguo walked into the room and sat on the sofa, staring at Sanji with his glasses to see what he would do next.

Sanji took out a device at this time and said, "Mr. Qin, I hope to collect some of your blood, mainly to test your blood type and health problems, in case of emergency."

Qin Zhiguo stretched out his arm very cooperatively.

The blood collection went very smoothly, Sanji dripped the blood into a machine, and after a while, he said, "Mr. Qin, we have confirmed your identity through DNA comparison, do you want to continue your journey?" ”

Qin Zhiguo didn't answer his question, but just smiled and asked, "I understand your organization's caution, but for personal safety reasons, I still have to ask clearly, if it wasn't me who came today, or if it was an impostor, what would you do?" What would you do if I took the next step in my journey and wanted to regret it? ”

Sanji still looked respectful of a professional tour guide, he nodded and said: "First of all, the first point, if it is not me who came today, the person you sent will not even see me at the airport, if it is an impostor, it is malicious, I will immediately walk out of the room, and someone will take the impostor away later, as for life and death, it is not a matter for me to care." As for the last question, I can only tell Mr. Qin, since it is you who have arrived, then we will give 100% respect, and you just need to treat this as a normal luxury trip, and when you will leave. But I believe that if Mr. Qin has enjoyed the scenery along the way, he will definitely not regret the trip. ”

After Sanji finished speaking, Qin Zhiguo applauded, and he sighed: "Very good lobbying, I didn't expect your Chinese level to be so good, so what should I do next?" ”

Sanji bowed slightly and said: "Mr. Qin, as long as you enjoy the journey we arranged, you don't need to trouble you to do anything, I will pick you up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, please rest in peace, I hope you can heal the fatigue of the journey as soon as possible." ”

Qin Zhiguo nodded, took out two hundred dollars from his pocket, patted his hand and said, "It's hard for you to explain to me so patiently." ”

Seeing this, Sanji didn't say anything, just nodded and smiled programmatically, and withdrew.

The room fell silent, Qin Zhiguo got up, walked to the balcony and overlooked the desert city, the coastline in the distance was blue.

It would have been a nice day if he had gone on vacation, but now he was really not in the mood to visit the city.

All he had to do was to stay here and avoid the gaze of the people around him as little as possible, so as not to cause any trouble.

In the evening, a fine seafood meal was served to the room.

Qin Zhiguo's appetite is not good, especially after nightfall, when he leans on the balcony and looks at the dark night in the distance, his sense of fear will increase exponentially.

This is mixed with uncertainty about the unknown, worries about life and death.

He must be facing the world's number one terrorist organization, Mars, which is simply a suicidal act.

There were a few times when he almost tried to run away with his luggage, but then he managed to control himself.

Qin Zhiguo believed in his intuition, and what he was going to come into contact with in the future would be the most secret thing in the world.

If he seizes this opportunity, he will probably be at the top of the world.

On top of that, he may really be able to fulfill his family's legacy.

In this world, the risks and benefits are equal, and he wants to gamble.

Late at night, Qin Zhiguo walked out of the hotel and quietly connected with the two bodyguards who came over.

He then drove to one of the most luxurious nightclubs in the area, where he lingered and became obsessed with money.

The bodyguards who followed him didn't seem to be in charge of his security, but like paparazzi, they kept taking pictures in the distance.

I don't know what he wants.

At nine o'clock the next morning, Sanji knocked on the door punctually.

Qin Zhiguo, who had been waiting for a long time, got up and opened the door.

"Mr. Qin, did you rest well yesterday?" Sanji asked respectfully.

Qin Zhiguo nodded and said, "It's okay, I'm a bit of a bed-aware." ”

Hearing this, Sanji said, "Mr. Qin can try my method, drink a glass of red wine, then order a room service, and fall asleep exhausted." ”

Looking at the other party with a look that you understand, Qin Zhiguo smiled and patted Sanji's shoulder and joked: "These are all things that you young people love, and I am no longer interested in them at my age." ”

Seeing this, Sanji nodded and said, "Mr. Qin, your mentality is very good now, I am very pleased, let's go, a wonderful journey is waiting for you." ”

The two got off the elevator, Qin Zhiguo took on a mask and walked out of the hotel gate, and followed Sanji into the car.

The roads in the Republic of Dubai are well built, and Sanchi is driving at a high speed on the wide roads.

Although he didn't drive slowly, there were still luxury sports cars speeding by.

They drove farther and farther, leaving the city and driving on a desert desert on a desert road.

After about an hour, the car drove into a dilapidated park fenced off by a wire wall.

Sanjira opened the door and said respectfully, "Mr. Qin, this is the end of our journey together. ”

Qin Zhiguo chuckled in his heart when he heard this, but he still got out of the car as if nothing had happened.

Looking around, I felt relieved.

It was a makeshift airstrip, and the asphalt on the ground was still shiny.

Not far away was a private airliner, the style he had been eyeing lately.

Secretly cursed Sanji in his heart, the two waved goodbye in a friendly manner, and Qin Zhiguo came to the door of the plane under the scorching sun.

A beautiful flight attendant was waiting there, and when he saw the comer, he hurriedly greeted him in Chinese: "Mr. Qin, welcome to this flight, please." ”

Qin Zhiguo took the flight attendant's hand and entered the cabin, and the surroundings suddenly cooled down.

"Mr. Qin, there are drinks and meals on the plane, please take them as you like, and we will take off immediately." The flight attendant greeted in rusty Chinese.

Qin Zhiguo put his suit on the back of the chair, nodded, and just sat down, he suddenly heard a greeting from the next seat.

He looked out suspiciously, only to see a balding white fat man trying to get up from the sunken couch.

"Yes...... Mr. Qin? The fat man finally sat up straight.

"It's me, you're it? I don't think we met. Qin Zhiguo looked at him suspiciously.

"Oh, it doesn't matter, you don't know me, but I know you, one of the richest people in China, I have seen your interview from the world finance, and I have long wanted to meet you." The fat man rubbed his hands and laughed.

"Well, see you now." Qin Zhiguo leaned out and stretched out his hand with a smile.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Mark. Chebman, American, just call me Mark. ”

The man named Mark hurriedly stretched out his hand, and the two shook hands politely, which was considered to be acquaintance.

Qin Zhiguo retracted his hand and hesitated for a moment and said, "En......, in fact, I have heard the name Mark Chebman, but it seems that there is a little ...... when I hear the rumors. ”

When Mark heard this, he immediately exclaimed, "Oh! Don't believe those unfounded rumors, all of which are groundless slander and malicious slander against me by some media, I built factories, opened laboratories, solved the employment problem of tens of thousands of people, and even set up a charity under my umbrella to help people in need, but what did I get as a result? Only a bunch of greedy ghosts who can't get enough to feed! God, the United States is a liberal and democratic country governed by the rule of law, and I can explain it all by sitting here. ”

Qin Zhiguo smiled slightly and said, "Why do friends explain so much? We sit here together today, and no one is nobler than the other. ”

When Mark heard this, he pointed at him with a wicked smile.

"I really didn't expect that your Chinese is good." Qin Zhiguo leaned back on the sofa and chatted.

When Mark heard this, he seemed to be very proud and said, "How is it?" It's pretty authentic, I taught myself. China has become the second largest economy in the world, and there will be more business opportunities to be discovered in the future. ”

"Everybody is each other." Qin Zhiguo poured a glass of red wine and raised it to Mark, and the other party responded with a smile.

Drinking the wine in the cup, Qin Zhiguo stared at the scenery outside.

At this time, the plane had been taking off for some time, and the endless desert was everywhere as far as the eye could see.

When the phone entered the plane, it had no signal, and I didn't know where I was now.

He turned his head to look at Mark Chebman, who was pouring wine, and sneered in his heart: This is a guy who can't afford to make a profit, he has a reputation as a sweatshop owner and a black-hearted businessman in the United States, he has a variety of ways to make money, where there is money, he is there, and there is a strong team of lawyers under him who makes him invincible.

Seeing the other party's gaze, Mark smiled again and raised the wine glass in his hand.

The two sides exchanged polite words again, and then they looked away from each other.

The plane still flies smoothly over the endless desert, not knowing where it is going.