With a sound of "Brush!", Liu Biao's sharp dagger flashed a cold light in the air, and the rope wrapped in oil paper and tied tightly was suddenly broken into several pieces.
"Good sword skills...ah..."
The old man couldn't help but admire Liu Biao's swift and fierce swordsmanship. However, before he could finish his words, his whole body became sluggish, and his half-lying body also sat up, standing stiffly upright.
money!
A bunch of money!
A lot of money!
The neat pile of money, although most of it was still wrapped, but the cracked ropes and the gaps exposed by the oil paper told him that it was all money. He was over sixty years old, and as an outstanding person
This is the first time for a third-rate killer to see so much cash.
"Old man, how are you?" Liu Biao shook the dagger with a proud look on his face. He enjoyed the old man's shocked expression. Now Liu Biao wanted to carry all these banknotes to the College of Arts and Sciences, stack them at the door, and tell the students,
He got rich.
"You, you, you...you..." The old man's characteristic calmness as a killer, which the old man was proud of, had been thrown out of the window, and he was a bit incoherent. Anyone who suddenly saw so much cash would be temporarily confused in their head.
"Hey, there's more!"
Liu Biao bowed down triumphantly, waved his dagger again, and another package was opened again. This time, in order to pursue a gorgeous effect, Liu Biao specially cut the entire piece of kraft oil paper, and the stacks of U.S. dollars were completely exposed.
In the air, it creates a shocking visual effect.
"Those...those...are all..." The old man gasped, opened his eyes wide, and looked at the dozen or so large packages on the ground. This was beyond the scope of his imagination.
"Of course, do you want to take a look at it again?" Liu Biao was completely immersed in that kind of inflated vanity. He proudly walked to another package and was about to cut it open.
"Brother Biao, you cut it open and you have to wrap it up again. He even believes it, so don't bother with it, okay?" Zhang Yang said depressedly, looking at the scattered stacks of banknotes on the ground that Liu Biao deliberately kicked.
"Oh...hehe..." Liu Biao smiled awkwardly and stopped the dagger he was about to swing.
"Where did you get it from? Robbed the Reserve Bank of Somalia?" The old man looked nervous. Of course, he was more excited. Seeing so many banknotes, everyone was excited.
"No, this belongs to the pirate we robbed, the same pirate who captured you." Zhang Yang said.
"They have so much money?" The old man was stunned.
"Well, all this money was found in a small village about a hundred kilometers away from Mogadishu. Judging from the environment at the time, it should have been transported from the village you mentioned. As for the reason for preparing
I don’t think anyone knows about so many banknotes because the original owners of these banknotes are dead. Now, this huge wealth belongs to us.” Zhang Yang sounded a little proud. Indeed, he had the capital to be proud.
, being able to rob nearly 100 million U.S. dollars at once is not easy even in developed countries. Of course, getting so much money this time is more of a matter of luck.
"No wonder, no wonder!" The old man pondered for a while and suddenly sighed.
"What's the wonder?" Zhang Yang asked.
"The situation in Somalia is tense now. I estimate that there has been a mutiny recently. This pirate must have gathered so much cash to bribe Somalia's political forces. Otherwise, there is no need to prepare so much cash. In the month we visited, we heard that
The political power in Somalia has changed, and it should be related to this money... Haha, it seems that you are just out of luck..."
"Is there a war?" Zhang Yang couldn't help but feel nervous. Mogadishu is the capital of Somalia, and every regime change starts here. If there is a war, the banknotes he puts here will not be safe, and there are thousands of them there.
When tens of thousands of troops are fighting, an individual's power is very limited. When the time comes, he has nothing to do but how can he protect so many banknotes?
"Haha, don't worry. Without money, no one will work hard. Therefore, Somalia is quieter than ever before. Those military figures will not launch a coup without the control of money. You know,
Every time a coup is launched, more enemies are created for oneself. Not all soldiers hope to rise to power through coups. It would be good to be able to hold military power safely." The old man immediately understood Zhang Yang's thoughts and explained.
Zhang Yang didn't know that since the fall of the Siad regime in 1991, Somalia has been in a state of anarchy and a state of armed warlord rule and a divided country. Domestic factions have been fighting and fighting, and through continuous differentiation and combination, they have gradually formed Somaliland, Puntland,
Mogadishu factions such as Lahan Vinlan and Aidid are divided into four parts of the world. The international community has tried to mediate the dispute 12 times, but with no results.
However, in 2000, the domestic situation in Somalia was relatively calm, and the peace process made positive progress. In May, Djibouti hosted the Somalia National Peace Conference (also known as the "Arta Peace Conference") with Somalia's civil forces as the main body, and in July it adopted
Somalia's transitional charter was adopted. In August, Somalia's first parliament and first president in ten years of civil war were elected. In August, the new president Abdikassim was sworn in. In October, Somalia's transitional government was established.
After the new regime came to power, it successively proposed a series of measures to clean up the country, such as restoring order in the capital, disarming militias, and inter-tribal reconciliation. Although the country was still in a state of warlord rule, the organization and public security in the capital were relatively stable, and,
Some international humanitarian organizations and United Nations-affiliated agencies have departments here. In addition, some foreign garrisons are also responsible for the security of Mogadishu. Generally speaking, the security in Mogadishu is pretty good.
Especially in these high-end hotels, most of them are occupied by foreign journalists. Some offices are simply stationed in the hotels, and the precautions against political aggressors are also quite strict.
Of course, the most important point is that when a mutiny occurs, warlords will generally avoid attacking these international institutions. After all, most of these institutions are here to rebuild Somalia... What Zhang Yang and the others did not expect, an accidental thing, actually happened
nipped a military coup in the bud.
If it is true that this nearly 100 million U.S. dollars invested in poor Somalia is enough to control all political and military forces, I have to say that this person's ambition is terrible, and of course, the investment is even more terrible.
Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but sigh. The damn fat man would never have thought that he would die before his achievements were completed, and he died inexplicably. Until the time of death, he didn't know the reason. A man who was supposed to be prominent
The figure was buried naked under the turf without a tombstone... "Old man, are you not in a hurry?" When everyone was in a daze, Liu Biao suddenly asked.
"What am I in a hurry for...ah..."
The old man suddenly jumped down, and with extremely agility, he rushed into the bathroom while Zhang Yang and Liu Biao were stunned. Immediately, he heard the sound of water.
Five minutes later, maybe less than five minutes, the old man rushed out wrapped in a bath towel, with his bony arms exposed.
"Zhang Yang, hurry! Hurry! Call the hotel to arrange a hairdresser immediately. Well, there are also clothes, a beige suit of size xx, a dozen white shirts of size xx, um, and a rose tie, size xx.
A dozen underwear, a dozen white socks, a dozen black socks, a pair of leather shoes with size xx in various styles, belts, lighters, mobile phones... all the best..."
"Why are you looking at me?" The old man finally took a breath and asked, looking at the dumbfounded Zhang Yang and Liu Biao.
"Ahem..." Zhang Yang said nothing and kept coughing. He found a few pieces of clothing and sheets to cover the exposed banknotes. He casually took a few stacks of U.S. dollars and put them in his pocket before walking out.
"Old man, you...you...why do you want a dozen shorts? There are also all kinds of leather shoes and socks. What do you want so many for?" Liu Biao opened his eyes wide and looked at a pile of wet hair hanging on his forehead.
the old man asked.
"It's better to buy more, we can all wear them, and throw them away after changing them." The old man took a comb and combed the few sparse hairs, and said indifferently.
"Well... the key is... neither Zhang Yang nor I can fit those size xx shorts and those size xx leather shoes..." Liu Biao said depressedly.
"Oh... I forgot. Anyway, you have money. The key is, I don't have time to go shopping now. I have always been a suave old man, and the image of a talented person appeared in front of the old woman. This time, with so much money,
Of course you can't do it casually!" The old man looked left and right in front of the mirror, and finally gave up combing his hair. He spent more than a month in the dungeon. Although his hair and beard were not much, they were sparse and difficult to take care of. He had to
It takes a hairdresser to do it, and a comb is definitely not enough to create a suave and chic look.
"... Anyway, we have money... Old man, this is our money, not yours... Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Liu Biao suddenly became anxious.
