"May I have your name?"

"Who is your family?"

"What are your property? Who keeps it?"

People who have been injected with "spit-spit agent" will become unprepared and will answer whatever they ask. But their thinking logic will become simple and they cannot answer complex questions. Zhou Qingfeng must ask the questions very carefully in order to get what he wants.

However, Zhou Qingfeng had a whole night. He sat by the bed and asked for seven or eight hours, and gained a lot. The computer in the helmet also helped him organize and summarize, especially to clarify the network of contacts, which was of great benefit to him pretending to be Haleji.

As dawn approached, Zhou Qingfeng took off Haleji's clothes and put them on himself.

Uh... a little short!

Zhou Qingfeng was trapped in Haleji's bed again. The bed was quite large, but his mechanical exoskeleton must be taken off and hidden, otherwise it would be easy to penetrate.

He covered his feet with a quilt to ensure that his face, neck and even his arms were made of the same complexion and appearance as Harleji. Finally, Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hand and twisted the other party's neck and threw the body into waste soil.

Everything was ready, and it was almost dawn. Zhou Qingfeng slowly leaned against the head of the bed and coughed at the servant who fainted by the bed.

No response..., did you pinch your neck too hard before?

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a pillow in his hand and smashed it hard, and then fell on the servant's head. The servant's originally tilted head was beaten to the ground, knocking heavily, and then suddenly his body shook before he woke up.

The awakened servant saw the pillow still rolling, and looked at the expressionless Mr. Haleji on the bed, and was immediately frightened and shivered. He bowed his head incoherently and begged for mercy: "Dear Mr. Haleji, I'm sorry, I don't know..."

"Enough, I don't want to listen to your nonsense." "Haleji' was a very majestic person in front of his servant. At this moment, he said in a deep voice: "Go and call Mahad."

Indifferent, without nonsense, without being powerful, this is what Harlegi usually looks like in front of the servant. The personal servant is already sifted and keeps begging. Another fainted servant also woke up and knelt down and begged for mercy.

The movement in the bedroom quickly alarmed the guard standing outside, and asked Mahad's housekeeper to hurry to "Haleji".

"Dear Haleji, what happened?" The housekeeper Mahad is a close friend and is in charge of many affairs around Haleji. He is a fake 'Halleji' who can't get rid of it; he can't get rid of it.

The fake guy on the big bed showed his new majesty and power, and announced the punishment for the two personal servants, "Let these two idiots get away and change others."

The personal servant took care of Haleji's daily life and even had close contact with Zhou Qingfeng in daily life. He was worried that the details of his life would arouse suspicion from others, so he had to find an excuse to drive away these two people who were familiar with the real Haleji.

Two crying servants were easily driven away, but the butler Mahad posted up and greeted him: "Dear Mr. Haleji, how do you feel now?"

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

"I'll call the doctor."

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

Zhou Qingfeng is here to pick up garbage, but can ordinary garbage be seen by him? Isn’t it just to make a big spoil for so many days? He targeted Haleji, because he had been accustomed to the wealth accumulated by Haleji over the years.

There is no way to simply remember a large number of complex properties. It is necessary to have a professional management team to control. Haleji's property is managed by the butler Mahad. Although the latter is a bit strange, he still brings a computer to report.

Halleji's wealth is not a matter of many bank accounts, but is distributed in various properties around the world, including New York, London, Frankfurt, Zurich, etc. The financial management teams of major banks are responsible for the operation.

Cash, bonds, stocks, enterprises, real estate... With Mahad's report, Zhou Qingfeng finally had a smile on his face wearing makeup. It is roughly estimated that the big borer, Haleji, had controlled more than 2 billion US dollars in wealth.

What a lot of money!

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

If you can see it but not eat it, you have to think of some solutions!

It is meaningful to have to flow funds, otherwise it will be waste paper.

In addition to the funds in various banks, there are also a large number of materials in the black market controlled by Haleji. Among them, there are not only various weapons and equipment, but also a large amount of people's living resources, including various food and medicines.

Thinking of the Syrian civilians outside being hungry and suffering, Haleji, a borer, was hoarding and filling his pockets. Zhou Qingfeng was so angry that he was itchy that he just broke his neck. It was too cheap for him to just twist his neck.

Kang Chang's asset statement made the butler Mahad recited until he was drooling, and he didn't finish reading for an hour. When it was dawn, Zhou Qingfeng was impatient. He simply reached out and said, "Give me the computer and I'll take a look."

The housekeeper honestly handed Zhou Qingfeng the computer, and Zhou Qingfeng's fat face after applying makeup was shaken, which made him a fortune. Now he got it.

There are not many bank accounts and passwords on the computer, but more importantly, some foreign financial management teams contact and verification methods. In addition, there are also the list of personnel, locations, and contact information within the Haleji power. This thing is a network of valuable relationships.

Hahaha... With these things, I can make trouble!

It’s so satisfying to think about it. This game of magpie nests is really fun.

Zhou Qingfeng read the property statement casually and became happier the more he read it. The housekeeper Mahad sued and stepped down. Not long after, he changed into a few servants and the breakfast that had been prepared.

"Sir, do you need us to serve you to the bathroom?" a new servant stepped forward and asked. Perhaps because of the lessons of the past, he was quite nervous.

Zhou Qingfeng likes this kind of nervousness, and the nervous servant will not be too messy. He waved his hand undeniably and said, "Go outside, I will deal with it myself."

"Yes, sir." The servants retreated.

At this time, a luxurious bedroom was a bit too open, because there was no door to be closed in the bedroom, and there was only a bead curtain covering the big arched door. The servants were staying in the living room outside the door, and could see Zhou Qingfeng on the bed at any time.

It’s so damn, are rich rich guys not particular about personal **?

And this little trouble alone is not enough. After a while, the housekeeper Mahad ran back, and there was a young maid wearing only sexy underwear by her side.

What is this to do?

Hallejik didn't mention this detail of life.

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

The beautiful maid lifted up the thin quilt on the big bed and crawled in. Under the gaze of the butler, she slowly climbed into Zhou Qingfeng's crotch and pulled the pajama pants he was wearing. Then she heard a woman's scream that the size of something was wrong. The one in front of her was much bigger than usual!

Damn it!

Rich people are amazing!

Life is so *****!

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

It is a decadent and backward and despised noble life. I want to reveal its sins with a critical attitude.
Chapter completed!