Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

"Hehe, it's great that there are no enemies. I won't have to think about fighting anymore, and I can focus on enjoying my food."

Upon hearing Du Weiguo's answer, Nightmare grinned.

"Slap!" Du Weiguo habitually slapped the dog's head.

"Are you a pig? All you know is eating!"

I only developed this habit in the last two days. It feels pretty good. Anyway, this guy is tough and doesn't care about being whipped.

Sure enough, after taking a big slap, Nightmare just shook his head nonchalantly, still chewing coffee beans in his mouth.

"Being able to eat is a blessing, right? By the way, Master, where are we going next?"

"Uh~" Du Weiguo was slightly taken aback when he heard the question.

To be honest, he doesn't know where to go now.

This time, dropping two large pineapples on Mount Deziger may seem reckless, but it was actually a well-thought-out decision.

First, he can easily eliminate the powerful enemy who set a trap for him.

No matter who the enemy is, being hit by a 50-ton equivalent pineapple at close range, and not just one, but two at once.

Du Weiguo asked himself, if he didn't have the ability to teleport, he would definitely not be able to escape this level of attack, and any terrain would be useless.

Speaking of the terrain, he knew it perfectly well; there was something strange about the pool where those guys were hiding.

All the crows that Shota sent to scout ahead of time were swallowed up by the pool. Yes, swallowed up.

Whether you approached the pool or skimmed across its surface, you were swallowed up. The pool was like a monster's gaping maw, with a strange suction force.

Most likely, like Alcatraz, this pool is an independent, distorted alternate dimension.

However, the pool is much smaller than Alcatraz, only about thirty acres, roughly the size of three or four football fields.

Even if it were truly another dimension, such a small size would never be able to absorb the energy released by two giant pineapples.

The creature hiding in the pool, no matter what kind of demon or monster it is, even if it survives by chance, it will at least be skinned alive.

Moreover, having lost the carefully chosen and strategically placed water pool, it's estimated that it will no longer dare or be able to provoke Du Weiguo.

In addition, and more importantly, the sudden detonation of the two giant pineapples had a tremendous deterrent effect.

A strategic weapon like the Big Pineapple is meant to be used this way, primarily for launching a sudden attack and catching the enemy off guard.

This time, Du Weiguo used a giant pineapple to bombard the mountain, and strictly speaking, only he and Luo De knew about it.

He was responsible for giving orders, and Rhodes was responsible for carrying them out.

The two of them got the job done without even knowing that Miss Hu, the "host," was aware of it; the secrecy was absolutely top-notch.

The downside of doing this is that the whole world hates and fears Du Weiguo's lawlessness even more, and Persia has become another mortal enemy.

Well, I guess Miss Hu might have some resentment too, but this is an internal conflict, a minor matter, it'll be resolved after a good night's sleep.

As for the benefits, everyone is now more afraid of him, afraid of his unbridled behavior. He just suddenly released the pineapple without any warning, which is simply outrageous.

Whether it's a country or an organization, they should carefully consider whether they can outmaneuver Big Pineapple before attempting to scheme against him.

From now on, as long as he doesn't die, the Demon Gods can basically do whatever they want.

There was no other way; Du Weiguo really needed a transition period to allow his subordinates' territories to develop steadily and gradually grow stronger until the day they no longer needed his protection.

Lighting a cigarette to calm his chaotic thoughts, Du Weiguo rubbed Nightmare's large head.

"Nightmare, once we've completely settled things in Persia, we'll start traveling the world. I'll take you to eat all the delicious food in the world."

"Really? That's amazing!" Upon hearing this, Nightshade's dog eyes lit up instantly.

All living things share the same basic instincts: survival and reproduction. However, Nightshade has no gender, so reproduction is irrelevant to it.

As for survival, it has no natural enemies on land, so its only concern now is eating.

"Damn, what a glutton," Du Weiguo said with a laugh.

Just then, several Mercedes-Benz cars slowly pulled up to the side of the road outside the coffee shop, and a group of smartly dressed men in suits with cold expressions quickly got out of the cars. They were clearly special agents and bodyguards.

The men in suits warily escorted a middle-aged man to the shop entrance, then he waved them away and walked into the coffee shop alone.

After entering, he first gave Du Weiguo a friendly smile, and then walked straight towards him.

"Mr. Wesley, I have long admired your name. Meeting you today, I can see that you are indeed a man of great charisma!"

The middle-aged man appeared to be in his fifties. He was very tall and robust, with deep-set eyes, a hooked nose, and a full beard—a typical Arab appearance. His voice was also very pleasant, deep, resonant, and pleasing to the ear.

He quickly walked up to Du Weiguo and extended his hand:

"I am Orhan Pamuk, Prime Minister of Persia. Mr. Wesley, it is a pleasure to meet you."

In later Persia, the political system was characterized by a highly centralized presidential system, which abolished the position of prime minister. The current prime minister, who served for 25 years, is undoubtedly to blame.

Some jokingly refer to him as Darius IV.

Just now, Ankara City was in chaos, and Du Weiguo made no attempt to conceal his presence, leading Nightmare against the flow of people into this shop.

He was waiting for someone, for the Persian official to come looking for him, but unexpectedly, it was Darius IV who arrived.

A hint of approval flashed in Du Weiguo's eyes.

Regardless of the circumstances, given Orhan's status and position, his courage to come alone to the meeting is truly remarkable.

Du Weiguo was willing to show respect to brave people. He stood up, shook Orhan's large hand, and joked with a smile:
"Prime Minister Orhan has some nerve, daring to come see this madman alone. But are you really happy to see me?"

"Hahaha!" Orhan laughed heartily.

"To be honest, I didn't want to come either, but I was more afraid that you would come looking for me, so I had no choice but to come."

At this point, his smile vanished, and he changed the subject, saying meaningfully:
“Mr. Wesley, if anyone thinks you're crazy, then he's a fool. Not only is your combat strength the best in the world, but your intelligence is also top-notch.”

"After these two giant pineapples, I estimate that for a long time, no one will dare to provoke the Fiend Clan. You can focus on developing and accumulating strength!"

He held up three fingers, his tone filled with emotion:

"I have carefully studied the territories under your control. At the current rate of development, in just three years, you can transform into a superpower that is no less powerful than the United States and the Soviet Union."

"Then we won't need your protection anymore. Even if something happens to you, we can unite and face any challenge." "Damn it!" Du Weiguo cursed inwardly.
"As expected, my little scheme couldn't fool these cunning old foxes at all."

But then he thought about it again and felt relieved. It was an open scheme, so it didn't matter if his intentions were exposed.

Du Weiguo withdrew his hand, lit a cigarette, and said jokingly:
"Your Excellency Prime Minister, when you calculated the territories under my control, did you include Persia?"

Du Weiguo, that scoundrel, asked such a piercing question, but Orhan nodded without changing his expression:
"Of course, eastern Persia is the second strongest and most promising territory under your control. How could I possibly overlook it?"

"Hehehe~" Du Weiguo laughed:

"So, Prime Minister Orhan, your Persian government has now tacitly accepted the ownership of eastern Persia?"

Orhan first shook his head, then nodded.

“Mr. Wesley, eastern Persia was originally the territory controlled by the Ascot family, and our Persian government’s dominance in that region has been weakened to the extreme.”

Therefore, we are willing to continue to accept the current situation, as long as we maintain the superficial unity of Persia. Of course, it would be even better if we could pay more taxes.

His meaning was very clear: you can continue to secretly control the eastern Persian region as you are now, and even if you develop private armies, they will turn a blind eye.

The only requirement was to save face and maintain the unity and integrity of Persia, so as not to cause independence and division like India did.

To be honest, such a request was so humble that Du Weiguo couldn't think of any reason to refuse.

Moreover, Orhan's request coincided with his own thoughts; he also didn't want Miss Hu to stand in the spotlight, as it would be too ostentatious.

"Alright, Your Excellency the Prime Minister is straightforward. If I were to continue being coy, I would be ungrateful."

Du Weiguo readily agreed.

"As you said, we will maintain the status quo. As long as you keep your promise, East Persia will always be a part of Persia, and the Shashin will become your friends."

"Okay! It's a deal!"

Upon hearing his answer, Orhan visibly relaxed, and his tone became excited.

“Mr. Wesley, we are very willing to become friends of the God of Slaughter.”

"Ha!" Du Weiguo laughed; he hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.

But thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. To this day, his power is at its zenith, and he throws out pineapples like candy without restraint. Who would dare to mess with him?

In return for their kindness, since they were being so polite, Du Weiguo offered a rare explanation:
"By the way, Prime Minister Orhan, the reason I detonated the giant pineapple on Mount Dizzy this time was not because I went crazy for no reason, but to eliminate the culprit who released the plague virus into Persia."

"Oh?" Orhan raised a thick eyebrow. "What exactly is the identity of the poisoner?"

“He’s a ruthless assassin nicknamed Leech, and nobody knows his real identity,” Du Weiguo blurted out.

In fact, he wasn't sure whether the leeches were responsible for it.

However, if he says so, then it is so, and no one dares to question it. The leech is destined to take the blame.

Du Weiguo said, half-jokingly:

“Previously, the leech gathered a group of extremely dangerous terrorists who set up deadly traps in the Dizige Mountains. I was powerless to deal with them and had no other choice but to resort to this tactic.”

"Prime Minister Orhan, I am very sorry that the use of the 'Big Pineapple' without prior notice has caused a negative impact on your side."

At this point, Du Weiguo even bowed to him in a perfunctory manner.

"Hey~ Hey~" Orhan, being a veteran actor, quickly reached out to help him up.

“Mr. Wesley, what are you doing? How can we blame you? After all, you were trying to eliminate the ruthless terrorists. Strictly speaking, we should thank you.”

"Oh, Prime Minister Orhan, please don't thank me. I'm really ashamed," Du Weiguo said, taking the opportunity to back down.

“However,” he changed the subject, “if you agree, then the Persian government will issue a public statement.”

"A public statement? What does it say?" Orhan asked, slightly surprised.

Du Weiguo exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly:
"This bombing of the Great Pineapple was a joint operation between the Persian government and myself, aimed at combating international terrorist organizations active in the Black Sea region."

"Uh~" Even Orhan, a seasoned veteran, was shocked by his shamelessness.

However, he reacted quickly, only stunned for a moment before exclaiming with delight:

“No problem! Mr. Wesley, I’ll arrange for the release of this statement right away.”

This matter is entirely beneficial to Persia, and may even bring immense advantages.

This would at least greatly save face for Persia. Although discerning people could guess the truth, the general public was completely unaware, and that was enough.

Seeing him about to get up in a hurry, Du Weiguo reached out and pressed him down, laughing:

"No rush, Prime Minister Orhan, there's something else I'd like to discuss with you."

"Oh, oh, Mr. Wesley, what is it? Tell me."

Realizing he had lost his composure, Orhan's old face broke into a sheepish grin.

Du Weiguo stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and said in a very sincere tone:
"In any case, this incident has had a very bad impact on Persia and caused great losses, so I want to make some compensation within my capacity."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Orhan looked as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight, his eyes widening and his mouth agape.

Holy crap, I've never seen anything like it! That stingy, money-grubbing devil actually offered to compensate me!
Besides being known for his invincibility and ruthlessness, Du Weiguo was also famous for his greed and lust.

Since his debut, he has traveled all over the world, causing chaos wherever he goes. He has used every means to extort and plunder, and has never compensated anyone even a penny.
"Mr. Wesley, you just said you would compensate us?" Orhan asked incredulously.

"Hmm." Seeing his astonished expression, Du Weiguo was both amused and annoyed, and nodded with a dark face.

"I plan to fund the construction of a transnational highway that runs from Mosul to Istanbul, passing through Kayseri and Ankara, within a year."

"During this period, the construction work on the western section will be coordinated and assisted by your side. Prime Minister Orhan, what do you think?"

Orhan was so shocked by Du Weiguo's extravagant gesture that he forgot to speculate on his true purpose.

"From Mosul all the way to Istanbul? And then through Leseli and Ankara, nearly 3000 kilometers of highways? Mr. Wesley, are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!" Du Weiguo's tone was firm and resolute. (End of Chapter)